I awoke again to find myself in a different room. It looked oddly familiar. Like the living quarters that I remembered seeing in the old Star-Trek movies. The room was roomy enough, about the size of a living room. The floor and walls were made up of some sort of metallic looking material, like a bunch of steel plates welded together in no particular order. There was no visible door to the room. The roof was really neat; it was a projection of the universe or something. There was blackness, and stars. As I shifted myself on the too-big bed to get a closer look at the projection, a planet came into view.

It was Saturn, rings and all. It was very pretty.

Where was I?! I snapped back to reality, remembering everything that had happened. I remembered the room, the strange monster man… and the strange thoughts and words that kept popping into my head. I thought for a second. Nope, no weird thoughts now. I guess I had just been really out of it or something. Yeah, it was probably just a hallucination or something. Any minute now I'd wake up in a hospital bed…

Then I had an Idea.

"Yeowwch!!" I exclaimed as I pinched my arm, hard. Okay, that idea is out. Definitely awake.

I looked around the room. No door. I felt around the walls, remembering that the creature had swiped his palm over something to open the other door. I checked the whole room. Nothing.

Where was the projection coming from? Maybe there was a vent or something. I climbed up onto the bed and reached up to touch the roof. It was cold like glass.

…like glass……. It WAS glass! I fell back onto the bed in something made up of shock and panic. Was I really in SPACE!?!

Before I could gather my thoughts again there was a low Fwooosh! sound as a door suddenly appeared across from the bed. A monster-man walked in, and the door closed behind him.

I screamed bloody murder as he just stood there, looking at me with his beady yellow eyes. This was it. He came to make Kimira stew and I was the main ingredient.

I screamed for what seemed like quite a while, while he just stood there, head cocked. I stopped screaming, seeing that he had made no advance on me or seemed to pose no immediate threat.

"Are you done?" he said. No, he didn't say it. He clicked and growled something. But in my mind, it was like words and images formed the words right there before me. What the hell?

"What the hell's going on?" I said aloud.

The man creature sort of rolled his eyes and gave what I imagined to be a sigh.

"Come with me, we have much to do." He said. Again, what I heard were clicks and growls, but it made sense in my head.

"Uh-uh, no way buddy, I am not going anywhere with you." I retorted. Was he crazy?

"Yeah, like I'd really—"

Suddenly he walked over and grabbed my arm, hoisting me up to my feet.

"I said let's go, Ooman! We have much to do!"

"Ow, okay geeze, could you ease off a bit, your hurting me. Look, I'll come with you be you have some explaining to do. Where the hell am I, and what the hell did you do to my head. And why did you take me. Was it you that was at the club? Are we actually in spa-"

"QUIET!" he roared in my face. "All will be revealed shortly, now follow me. And don't get any ideas about running off. There are others on this ship that would love a new Ooman trophy for themselves."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I decided it would be beast just to follow him. We walked out the door and into a corridor that was similar to the room; metallic walls and glass ceilings, giving full view of space. Okay, I was on some sort of space ship, I had accepted that. Why, I was still completely in the dark about. I was so confused and utterly scared. My training taught me not to show fear to your opponents. I tried my best to stick with that, although I'm pretty sure that by 'opponents' they didn't mean 8 foot tall crab face monster men from space.

We entered another room not too far from 'my' room. There were two more creatures standing in there, although slightly differently dressed.

"Elder, here she is" said the one that had escorted me.

"Please, sit down Ooman" said the older looking of the two. He had long thick rubbery dread things framing his weathered looking crab face. There were a lot of scars on this guy. One was really interesting looking. It was right above his right eye, and was shaped like a spiral with a two protruding lines coming from the center. Wonder what made that…

"I suppose you are wondering why you're here" said the "elder."

'Well yeah, obviously, it's not every day that yo-"

"Silence Ooman" my escort bellowed. "You are not to speak with the elder directly. That privilege is reserved for only the blooded. Further violation, and you will be punished Ooman!"

I shut my mouth. No need to be told twice, especially from these guys…

"You have been selected by our medical team to under go a full biological study. We wish to learn more about your species. This was the best way to do so. We implanted a small chip inside your brain that will allow us to communicate freely with you. You will understand everything we say. It will help with the …process." The elder smiled darkly as he spoke that last word. It gave me chills.

"Now, unfortunately we do not understand the human brain well enough to do the same for us. We cannot understand your native tongue as fluently, although there are some that can, like Jar'rok here." He pointed to my escort again.

"Now, this is Kar'nan, he is our ship's medical senior. Go with him now, let the process begin."

I couldn't believe what was happening. So, I was a guinea pig. I had already undergone one experiment of theirs, although silently I was a little thankful to be able to understand them. Not to mention, it really didn't seem like I had a choice.

I followed 'Kar'nan' out the door and down a serious of hall ways. As we walked, I noticed Jar'rok was close behind me.

"Am I allowed to talk with you?" I asked feebly.

"I suppose if you must" he replied, clearly annoyed.

"Um, will I get to go home after?"

"Assuming you live?" he asked.

That didn't sound very promising.

"uh, yeah, assuming I live…"

"No."

I swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears.

"Why?"

He sighed again, rolling his eyes a bit.

"Because, we will not be returning to this planet for quite some time. Our live cycles are approximately eight times that of yours. And it is unlikely you will survive anyways.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, knowing that I probably didn't want to know.

"Because the last part of the study procedure is full anatomical autopsy of the species we are studying."

He said it to me so emotionless, like he had no remorse for what he had said towards me. Like I was just a frog or earthworm, about to be dissected in school.

I began to cry then. There was nothing I could do. If I ran I died, if I followed them I'd live a while longer, then die. Living a while longer sounded good to me. Besides, maybe there was a way outta here…

"That creature that you put into my head, the 'hard meat", what is it?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of my imminent doom.

Jar'rok stopped dead behind me; a look of what I assumed was shock on his face. His eyes were wide, mandibles spread.

"How do you know of the hard meat?"

Kar'nan noticed and stopped as well, asking him what I had said. I guess he couldn't understand English like Jar'rok could.

"She asked why we put an image of the hard meat in her head" he replied, still seeming bewildered.

The 'doctor' came close to me.

"We did no such thing. We simply put a translation device into your brain, words alone should be translated. Unless…." The doctor trailed off.

"…We used Jar'rok's thoughts and memories to design the chip, him having the most knowledge of the Ooman language. We thought it would work better that way. Somehow his memories must have been transferred as well." The doctor mused.

"You mean she remembers everything about my life?!" Jar'rok roared, clearly ticked off. "That's just great, an Ooman having the memories of a Yautja warrior. And not just any Yautja, oh no….NO!…it's gotta be me!" he seemed disgusted with me as he shot me a glare.

"No, not all your memories, human brains do not have the capacity to hold all of the information, our life cycles are much longer, meaning we have much more capacity for memory. Only the most recent memories would have been transferred… interesting…" said the doctor as he continued down the hall.

As we continued, Jar'rok muttered something that I didn't quite hear.

"Pardon me?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's just really strange to have a lower life form walking around with my memories. It creeps me out" he replied in a pouty tone of voice.

I returned my gaze to the floor directly in front of me and continued walking. Creeps him out? What about me? I was the one walking around with an alien chip in my head. An alien chip that translated the words of an alien species, who happened to look like the boogieman's worst nightmare. Not to mention the memories of some hellish mess of another alien creature, and a whole lot of other strange things.

And he was creeped out?

Please.