My eyes began to slowly close, and an image came to my mind. A planet.. with red grass and mountains that were snow caped… My hazel eyes fluttered up and my eyes scanned the area in front of me. I unbuckled myself to stretch out and saw a piece of floating red rock pass by. What was the planet I just dreamt of? Was it only my imagination going wild again? It couldn't of been real..
My eyes seemed to close on their own once more, for an extended amount of time. I was starting to crash down towards a planet, as my navigator said in the ship- Raxacorio- Yeah.. I won't even try to pronounce it. I hurried and shifted upward, a piece of space junk hitting the side of my ship.
"Damn garbage.." I sighed, blowing my bangs out of my face. I saw a set of twin suns..
"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!" The twin suns had just ruined my thoughts yet again. I woke up in a small cellar, handcuffed to a wall. I looked around, so confused on where I was.
"We are the Sontarians. You are now our prisoner. You may not talk."
"But where in the hell am I?!" I shouted out uselessly to the walls, my own voice echoing back in my ears.
"The prisoner will not talk."
A pair of eyes looked at me from the slot in the door. I tried to stand up, completely forgetting about the handcuffs and sat back down, eyeing them back with suspicion.
"What.. are you space potatoes?!"
"We are the mighty Sontarians! The prisoner will not talk!"
Evil potato spub people… how was I going to get out of this one?