Note: Sorry for the wait. My computer's hard drive burned out, and had to be replaced. Fortunatly, my files were able to be retrieved.

Wolftriplex: Sorry for the lack of humor in this fanfic. Since it deals with such dark themes of death and slavery, it's not easy to put humor in. However, I promice that my next Megas XLR fanfic, Adaptation, will be full of humor.
Chapter 5: Rescue

"You knew, didn't you?" Jamie accused Kiva. "You knew they were here for Kit. That's why you told me to hide her!" Coop, Kiva and Jamie were in the junkyard, trying to repair MEGAS. Kiva sighed, and paused in the middle of her task.

"I didn't know that for a fact, but I feared it."

"Hey, Jamie, take it easy!" Coop tried to calm his friend. "As soon as we fix MEGAS, we'll go and get her back. I mean, she's being taken back to the Glorft planet. Once we find it…"

"The Glorft won't take her back to their planet." Kiva interrupted. "Kit is an escaped slave, and escaped Glorft slaves always face the same punishment: death."

"WHAT?"

"They're going to kill her? And Kit just decided to go with them, knowing she was gonna die?"

"You heard her." Kiva's eyes closed. "She said she was tired of running."

"Right." Coop immediately went back to work. "That settles it. We gotta go and save her now!"

Up in the Glorft ship, Kit crouched in the corner of her cell, staring at the wall, making a clear effort to not look at the Glorft boy outside her cell.

"I could always convince my father to hand you over to me, instead, Slave Number 47418," the Glorft boy sneered. "Of course, you'd be begging for death before I was done with you."

"You and I both know you can talk tough, but you're hopeless at putting your threats into action." Kit finally spared a glance at her tormenter. "How's your finger, by the way? I'm awfully sorry about that scar. I meant to bite it clean off." The Glorft boy snarled and began rubbing the scar on his finger.

"Keep up laughing, Slave. It will be hilarious, seeing you executed." With that, the Glorft boy stormed off. Kit watched him leave with a mischievous gleam in her eye, but once the Glorft boy was out of sight, her impish persona dissolved, and she slipped into misery.

"Sorry, my friends," Kit whispered, her thoughts turning to the other Glorft slaves. "I failed you, all."

Kit was later awoken from sleep when a Glorft guard thrust a blaster into her side.

"Get up!" He barked. Kit glared at the Glorft, but slowly obeyed. The Glorft led Kit into a large hanger bay, where ten score of Glorft soldiers stood at the ready. Kit was forced into a kneeling position, her arms bound behind her back by a pair of manacles. Kit focused her eyes on the floor, refusing to give her captors a glance. A shadow suddenly fell over Kit, and a Glorft hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the scarred face of the Glorft.

"Slave Number 47418." He sneered. "I hope you enjoyed the bought time you received. But now, it's over. You will receive the price for not only escaping from the slave barracks, but for injuring my son, and killing one of my guards."

"I killed that Glorft fool to get away." Kit snarled. "If your snot-nosed, spoiled brat of a son hadn't been so idiotic as to try and stop me, I never would have had to bite his foul, stinking fing…" The Glorft struck Kit's temple before she could continue.

"You never did learn to address the Glorft Warmaster with respect," the scarred Glorft hissed.

"Warmaster? Try Space-Slug-Slimemaster." The Glorft Warmaster growled in fury, before removing a blaster and touching it to Kit's forehead.

"Be thankful I will not hold this off to a time where the other slaves can witness this." Kit closed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable. Suddenly, the ship was shook violently, as if it had crashed into something.

"What was that?" The Warmaster shouted. One of the Glorft activated a holographic screen to see what they had hit. Instantly, a projection of an 80-foot robot appeared on the screen.

"What IS that?" A random Glorft began to whisper. Kit stared at the image in stunned surprise.

"It can't be." She whispered. "They…. Did they really come all this way… for me?"