Anita sighed while she swayed a bit, her head lolling back and forth gently as Kartok's shop flew through the sea of stars. Her legs were crossed, her sack dress covering her knees and her elbow leaned on one of them. Her hand was pressed against her cheek, completely bored out of her mind. Kartok was all the way in the other end of the ship, apparently getting some sleep in while the ship piloted them to his home planet on a charted course. She still couldn't believe she was on a space shop flying through space to an alien planet. If only the circumstances were better. If only she could fly the ship, but Kartok told her not to fly it, saying it was not compatible with her DNA.
While watching the stars skid by, she leaned on the door of the cage with a quiet huff. When she leaned, she heard a soft click and then she fell with a small yelp. She landed flat on her back, staring up at the wires and metal on the ceiling of the ship, blinking a few times.
She then rolled over, looking at the room and smirking. The fool never locked the cage. It was almost insulting, as if he figured she was too stupid to realize she could get out. She scoffed at the thought and got up, walking to the window of the ship. Biting her lip, she look to the panel, seeing all the intricate buttons and red lettering in his language. She shrugged moving to the seat in the middle of the panel; as long as she didn't touch anything, she'd be good right?
Anita sat down at the seat but squealed a bit when she was dropped back deeper into the chair, seeing as how it was bigger then her. She grunted as her legs kicked up. She struggled to sit up and reached for anything to help pull her up. Unfortunately as soon as her fingers came into contact with the large joystick beside the screen in the middle, sensors indicated human DNA and suddenly, the ship jerked with a loud shrieking alarm.
"Oh shit!" She shouts as she was tossed out of the chair and onto the ground, rolling and bumping into the chair as the ship shook and moved.
Meanwhile, Kartok was lying peacefully in his bed of furs, when suddenly he was tossed off his bed onto the floor, sitting up and holding onto the wall as she ship's alarms reached his chamber.
"What the...WOMAN!" he bellows, running out of his chamber and down the hall, tipping back and forth against the walls of the ship as it continued to jerk and shake.
When he reached the main room, he saw the cage was empty and Anita on the ground, holding onto the bottom of the chair screaming as her body moved back and forth. He eventually tipped and skidded to the panel, grabbing hold of the controls and pressing some red buttons. Soon, the ship's alarm quieted and steadied again, flying smoothly.
Finally, Kartok relaxed, slumping against the chair as Anita sat up with a relieved sigh. Kartok whipped around to face her, his dreads smacking against his chest and face while he glared his gold eyes at her.
"You could have killed us both! Oomens are not meant to touch this advanced technology. You nearly activated the self destruct sequence!" He growls standing.
She hissed in pain as he walked over, grabbing a hold of her collar and dragging her back to the cage and shoved her inside. Slamming it shut, he locked it and knelt down to her level, glaring at her accusingly.
"How did you even get out?"
"You forgot to lock the door." She growls at him in a duh voice.
He blinked, realizing he actually hadn't locked it and growled at his own stupidity. He sent her one last glare before locking it and whipping back around, storming to the door out of the control room. Kartok stomped to his chamber and slid the door shut, growling as he paced around his room. The female was such an insufferable, curious thing, always sticking her surprisingly cute little nose where it doesn't belong.
He paced, wondering what possessed him to buy the female in the first place. She wasn't his for 24 hours and she was already aggravating. Yet again. It was her curiosity that peaked his interest in the first place. He paused when he thought back on when they first saw each other. She wasn't afraid, she had a fascinated look in her eyes before it turned dark. Somehow it made her appealing even to him. No wonder oomens have so many different mates, a female bats her pretty eyes and the males come running every time.
But this female didn't smell as if she had a male yet in her life; she was untouched, rare among oomens these days and yet he was one of the lucky ones to find one. But when she looked at him, her eyes just...
He shook his head with a low growl, laying down at the end of his bed as he rubbed his face, his mandibles clicking as he closed his eyes to rest once more, silently hoping the female would stay put as he fell asleep again.
The next hour or so when Kartok returned to the front to check on their destination, he noticed the female leaning on the bars with the small pillow tucked under her chin, hugging it while sleeping with the thin blanket covering her. He could see her toes peeking out and she was curled up tight. He sighed and rubbed his neck feeling a little twinge of guilt deep within him. She was going to be sore when she woke if she slept like that. He shook his head and went back to his chamber grabbing a couple extra furs and going back to her cage. He unlocked it and rolled the fur up, moving her head so she would lay on it as a makeshift pillow. Then he covered her body with the fur tucking her in. He sighed gently and look at the brave young ooman for a moment. Her spirit is what caused him to purchase her in the first place, she shouldn't be punished for that. Slowly, his hand reached down, his knuckles grazing her cheek and in almost feather-like touch. This caused her to hum in her sleep contently and smile.
As he looked at her for what seemed like an hour, he wondered what her life was like back on Earth. Was she a more popular females? did she have a lot of allies and friends? was she searching for a mate? she was still young, perhaps she was trying to find her purpose in life. He sighs and sits at the panel taking it off of auto pilot and flying through yet another star system, impatient to get back home where he belongs. The better too, he needed to be around rough warriors. This Ooman was making him go soft, he couldn't afford to do that.
Four earth hours she had been asleep and as she slept, he charted a more scenic route back to his home planet hopefully earning her respect by giving her this little gift. As he finish the sequence, he looked back seeing her still sleeping form in the cage. Perhaps he was too harsh on her, she had never been on a spaceship before, all of this was still new and probably very wonderful to her. He turned back to the panel and clicked a few more buttons, he didn't hear her sitting up with a yawn and stretch.
"Are we there yet?" She asks and it startled him. She sure was a quiet one.
"Almost." He replies.
"Where are we going anyway?" She asks.
"Yautja Prime. My home planet, now yours." He clips out. Anita glared at him and crossed her arms, though the basing guilt in the back of her head sting her.
"I'm sorry..." She says.
He then looks at her, his large eyebrow ridge raised in surprise. She looked up at him with the best puppy dog eyes she could. He simply growls an turns away sharply.
"Just obey my commands. When we get back home, it won't matter if you are mine or even the chief's pet. If you disobey, they will kill you." He says lowly.
Anita scoffs quietly and rolls her eyes as he stands, moving to the closet like area and pulling out s thick cloth like planner and walking towards her.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleep time." He says.
"I'm not a fucking parrot you alien son of a-" he ignored her, throwing it over the cage, leaving Anita in complete darkness. She sighed and tucked herself into the furs, falling asleep once more, since it was the only thing she could do, grumbling to herself a boy the alien humanoid.