Chapter 2

Jein felt his pulse beat loudly in his ear drums, repeatedly untill it was too much to bear, he sat upward still confined in the room, or cell, whatever it was, his abdomen twinged with pain and made him wince. He had spent two weeks aboard the ship, and had come to a not so welcoming greeting, his first night was met with force due to his tendency towards force when facing something alien. The creatures he encountered on the prision ship, though tehy were brutal, he learned, through the various races that have been taken, that these creatures consider taking prisioners an honor, and they will be sold to slavers in a distant system. When Jein heard this he immediatly started to think of a way to escape, and it's also why he has spent two week aboard the ship, if it wasn't for his need to escape secretly, he would have attempted to fight his way out, prefering death rather than slavery. Sadly, Jein had no way to escape without friends, this was how he eventually grew to know the stranger from the prison ship, the mans name was Benelux, he preffered Ben. Jein discovered after a week that Benelux was part of an experiment on board the ship. The experiments codename was "Glitch" and was to enhance a human, the only thing it suceeded in was giving his veins a brighter blue color, and making him rather larger, he was easily twice the size of Jein, but not quite stronger, of this Jein was sure. Other than Benelux, he encountered a race that was a humanized version of a wolf, the Wolfrum, or as Jein teased Wolfins, this one he met was named Ammy, and admittedly Jein had a slight attraction to her. The two had met at lunch one day, Benelux had managed to talk her into sitting with him and gave her his usual attempt at a badass story, apparently the day he met her was also the day he told of the daring escape attempt from the prison ship, when he noticed Jein he called out to him.

"Hey! Jein my friend, come have a seat!" His voice was thick from some sort of drink, and it made his obvious French heritage show, by allowing an accent to appear. "Tell her about those guards you killed before these assholes got you."

Jein had no intention of this, and rpefered not to talk about it as well, but Ammy pressured him and he sighed, giving in. It wasn't untill after that they all started to sit together in the mess hall of the ship, their cells were not all that far apart eithier, it was during such a day that the topic of escape came up. Though Jein wans't in the mood to discuss it, many other inmates seemed intent on knowing the plan, and wanted to join in. One particular inmate that caught Jein's eye was one by the name of Joseph, Joseph was a large man, with thick arms and a thick neck, the only thing that seemed to be lacking in him was hair, which he shaved, just from discussions with this man Jein knew they would get along. Joseph wore the usual prisoner grey-blue jumpsuit, it was thick and provided a lot of protection beleive it or not, it would easily take three shots with an earth las-gun to break them. Joseph brought up the topic on smuggling weapons into the mess hall and inciting a riot, Jein was with Benelux and Ammy at the time.

"Think about it, we could be onto somthin' with this." He had a thick Irish accent, he was also an inmate on teh ship Jein was on, he had been put up for theft and homicide. "We make crude weapons, the guards come in to calm things down, we kill them, and get acess to the armory." Jein nodded while Joseph chatted away, it was one of those times when Ammy spoke up, and the group turned to her to hear what she had to say.

"Good plan, the only problem is that these aliens happen to be a mix of a lobster and a squid, the only exeption being they can use guns, so what do we do about that?"

"Simple, large numbers, how many of these prisoners want off this ship?" Joseph grinned at Jein as he spoke. "I beleive it was Stalin who once quoted that 'quantity has a quality all it's own.'" This got a chuckle out of the group and Joseph set to work, making the weapons they would need.

Jein was in his bunk staring at the ceiling, he was afraid of who he might lose in the attack tomarrow, he could lose all his new friends, and he didn't want that, sleep eventually did find him, but not un till many hours after he considered the events of what would happen tomarrow, his dreams were filled with the troubled nightmares of his past. Jein saw his girlfriend, her blood-covered corpse in his arms, and felt the hot tears he spilled during that time, he saw her dead face stare up into his, and lean in for a final desperate kiss. When Jein awoke he jerked upwards, sweat covered his face and his chest, the call to wake up was about to occur, he was five minutes early, and could still feel the cold dead hands of his lover in his arms, it wasn' untill the call happened that he was allowed to push it even remotly behind him, and he along with the others shuffled into the mess hall, Joseph rushed over after they had all gotten their food, and his jumpsuit was buldging, and reached up underneath and pulled free two knives, short-swords int heir own right, with finely etched teeth, good for pierceing and tearing apart an enemy, Jein didn't receive on of those instead he got a knowing look and Joseph reached under his jumpsuit again.

"I made you something special, surprised it didn't kill me while I tried to smuggle it" he grinned, Jein was amazed that all this could fit into one mans jumpsuit, but then again they were spacious and tough, Joseph pulled free a large, sabre-like sword with chained teeth, it activated by the flip of a switch, otherwise the teeth could easily kill on their own. When Joseph jumped up and started to yell and scream, Jein gave pause. He was afraid, for once in his life, he was afraid. What was he afraid of, he killed before. When the guards started to enter the camber and point weapons at Joseph one approached and Jein activated his weapon, it let out a loud growl and when he slashed, it sang though the air, with a deep, whiir sound, and upon contact with its thick outer shell, a loud screech was heard and blood flew in all direction, making Jein the vision of a madman, blood dripped from his body, and he wrenched the gun free of the lobster creatures hand, and stood triumphantly, the others were shocked at his actions and took a moment before they jumped to action, at which point his friend Benelux came up and drove his weapon into one of the creatures backs, a shower of crimson covered his chest, and Ammy's jabbed downwards slicing into the final creatures face, brain matter flew and it too fell dead. What happened next was total chaos. Men and women, alien and human alike rushed at the walls and doors, Benelux and Ammy grabbed the creatures guns, and blasted open a door, killing two more guards that dared to show their squid faces down the corridor. Jeins Sabre growled and he rushed down the corridor, he felt a bloodlust coming over him, he killed the next guard clearing the way for prisoners and his friends to grab things they needed, and rush down the halls to the armory, where a barricade was set up by the guards, Jein led his people, Benelux, Ammy, Joseph and a handful of other prisoners down to the shuttle hold, it was empty, all the guards had moved to deal with the riot and by sheer luck did they not encounter any.

"Hey Ben! Get this thing up and running if you can!" Shouted Joseph, while he took up a spot of cover, hiding from passing guards, Jein and Ammy did likewise while Benelux attmepted to master the shuttle controls. A cry was heard from inside, the signal to enter the shuttle. When everyone was inside and ready, Benelux slammed the doors shut, and activated the sequence.

"I hope this works, and Jein, if we die, I'm never talking to you again" The joke was ill-timed, but still funny to everyone, as a nervous chuckle escaped the groups dry throats, cries were heard from outside, and rounds clattered against the shuttle un till the blast doors opened, sucking their attackers out into the cold vaccum of space. Jein breathed a loud sigh of relief, the others did likewise, and relaxed tensely, they had left a lot behind and other than Jein, Ammy, Benelux, and Joseph, only ten other prisoners made it, the shuttle was comfortable enough for them, though it would take a while to reach a new planet, as the shuttle didn't go lightspeed, it went somewhere near sub-light speed. It wasn't un till halfway into the month they escaped that alarms sounded in the shuttle, and Benelux jumped up attempting to stop the noise.

"Oh shit, looks like we are caught in a gravity well." Everyone stared at him and he grinned, beating his fist on the dashboard triumphantly. "And a fucking planet too, this just gets better and better, anyways, you guys might want to buckle up this is going to be a bumpy ride, Jein heard twelve clicks in response to his warning. People took it to heart, and it was lucky for then Jein didn't have time to buckle until the shuttle began to rock and spin, it felt like this went on for an hour, until the front of the pod smashed inward, nearly impaling Benelux but he was unscathed, in fact the one who did get impaled was a man next to Jein, he didn't know the prisoners name, but he had a large shaft of metal through his chest that bled profusely.

"Well, I think that went quite alright." Benelux joked, and slammed his shoulder into the shuttle door, knocking it off it's hinges, and light poured in, illuminating those inside.

"Lets just get going" Amy groaned and stood. She looked over the dead mans body with sad eyes, and pressed her hand against his face, closing his eyes. "Hopefully the rest of us can survive this"

Miles away another of the Wolfin race watched the people and the pod, he landed not soon after the pod has crashed. This beings name was Ice, and Ice had something against humans, they killed many of his species. And he vowed to kill many of them in return. The prospect of these new humans who made it off the prison transport in a shuttle. They... interested him to say the least, and with that he shouldered his sniper rifle, the monster was capable of hurtling 50mm slugs across atleast a miles distance, not too common in earth weaponry, but fearsome when deployed. Ice was about to compress the trigger when he spotted a breath-taking beauty. He watched her through his scope and muttered to himself. After a while, he couldn't resist it, he had to see who this one was, and he ran forward. Though he was going to see her, he drew his combat axe to take care of those who would get in his way...

Jein saw it coming, to his eyes it looked as if a Neanderthal charged forward at them, wielding a black-metal axe. Before he could shout warning the thing was upon him, and at this point he saw what it truly was, it was of the same race as Ammy. Ice swung his axe, getting it embedded deeply into Jeins' thick jumpsuit and managing to pierce skin underneath. Jein let out a loud roar of pain, and gripped the handle of the axe above Ice's hand, wrenching it upwards the handle smashes into Ice's muzzle letting blood spurt out of his nostrils. Ice's fist smashed into Jeins stomach, surprising him with his strength Jein was lifted off his feet and slammed backwards onto the ground, dirt staining the back of his jumpsuit. The others crowded around the pair, and Jein had luckily landed near one of the sabres that were left over from the break out. He leapt upwards grabbing it let out a loud whiir. Ice swung his axe and the two blades connected in a shower of sparks, Jeins foor snapped outwards, taking Ice's legs out from under him, and his sabre moved downwards embedding itself into Ice's shoulder and digging in deeply before Jein turned it off.

(This chapter will be edited for mistakes and have some details added in to make it longer, sorry it was kind of rushed)