"Asteroid Storm!" soldiers shouted, trying down cargo and running around the trasport ship. Victor dug his claws into John's skin, leaving scores, but so long as the Karayork could keep the New Cardiffian safe for the time being.
The ship rocked back and forth and loose cargo too heavy to tie down tilted precariously over the slaves, threatening to fall on several. John had a sinking feeling that not everyone would survive the storm, but he knew that he would. It was a bittersweet feeling, a dreadful and relieving knowledge.
Victor growled and yelped as he was tossed about, but John held tight to the rope on the wall, holding them both in place. Others were flug violently around the cargo hold, slamming their heads against the walls and smashing into crates. Some didn't get scramble back up to gain their grip again.
The New Cardiffian closed his eyes and burrrowed his head into John's side, but he looked on in horror. A crate fell from high up and landed on two captives huddled in the corner, crushing them beneath it. Soldiers ran towards it and lifted it up, trying to put in back into place in the corner. John looked away then.
After that, not wanting to damage cargo or merchandise, the Terranfors tied the remainder of the crates down. But that didn't completely help from the outside rocks.
Asteroids rammed against the sides of the ship, ricochetting off the metal and damaging the hull. One rock was powerfull enough to open a large hole in the hold, sucking a Wallorite man out and into the black. His mate called after him, burning her lungs and holding onto the rope. With one final look of goodbye at her fellow captives, she let go and followed her groom out the ship. Two more went after before the Terranfors finally closed the damage.
The ship continued to rock and sway, Victor continued to cling onto John, and John continued to pray for the storm to stop, though eventually he prayed the ship would be completely damaged and just float lost in space until the end of time.
A boy, nine years or so, began to sing a Zardenese song of mourning. And even though not everyone knew the lyrics, many knew the melody and hummed along. It was the saddest and most bittersweet thing John had ever heard.
A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while! A long while, and I apologize for that so much! I lost my laptop for a spell and had no other way of posting, but here it is, Chapter 6! I should be going back to regular posting schedule of Fridays or Saturdays. And to correct a false announcement, Sherlock won't be in until Chapter 7 or 8 and even then he won't speak or anything until Chapter 8. So sorry for any confusion. Have a great day/night/time, and leave those tasty comments and likes and all that good stuff. Thanks a bunch pretties!