He awakes in a cold sweat, panting hard. He's greeted to a cold darkness so while he's sure it was nothing but a twisted dream his hand instantly goes to his flat stomach thankful to find it still in one piece. Patting it in relief he lays back down on the bed with a soft smile on his face, "Libby make a note that I shouldn't eat any more Soylent Green sandwiches before bed please." He chuckles to himself before letting out a sigh, "And brew me some coffee uh black." He thinks for a moment before shaking his head, "Nah make it some Earl Grey, hot."

The only thing that answers him is cold silence and it's only now does he realizes that something doesn't feel right about his surroundings. It's not his warm bed but a thin cot he's lying on and the walls around him are missing many of the sensors they should have. "Libby? Libby Respond."

From the darkness he receives a response but not the one he was hoping for, "Whoever this Libby is she's not here now shut up, Asshole."

Instantly he's up reaching for his side arm only to not only find it gone but that he's clearly no where near his ship as he starts to stumble around in the dark, "Show yourself and who are you calling an Asshole?"

"You, you fucking Bastard." The voice answers back, "For once I'm not being 'attacked' so shut up." Alfred can hear a slight accent from where he's not sure but from what he can tell it's possibly of human origin.

"Attacked?...what do you mean attacked?" He bumps into a cold metal wall that seems to stretch outward into the black around them.

Finally after a moment another voice sighs before shouting, "Lights!"

Suddenly the whole room is filled with an intense artificial light, causing Alfred to wince as he shields his eyes and the other unknown man to curse, "Arthur, you motherfucker I could use some warning next time."

"Sorry but I didn't feel like trying to explain in the dark while you two go on and on like idiots." Arthur sighs again as he sits up in the cot watching the new man fumble back into the wall, "Oi can't you see?"

After rubbing his eyes for a moment Alfred blinks, "Yeah but like the other guy said a warning would have been nice." He forces a smirk at the pair staring back at him. The one called Arthur smirks slightly before shaking his head. He looks strangely familiar to the Captain, though his eyes are a green and his hair blonde they could have been the same man otherwise. "Wait…Arthur?" No last night it was Oliver, he thinks, but…maybe a sibling?

"Yes what is it?" Arthur asks. He's a young looking Britalian telepath but it doesn't take his mental powers to read what the human is thinking. "You met Oliver didn't you?"

Alfred's blue eyes grow wide as he stares at the thin blonde haired man, "How did you know that!?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a Britalian and from the looks of you I'd say…human? Around the age of nineteen…American?"

"Yeah." It's now that Alfred gets a good look at the room they're in. The walls encasing them is a slivery gray with large lights etched every two feet or so in every direction. As far as he can tell there's no door in the metal wall nor any more furniture beyond three cots, not that there would be much room for anything else anyway. The floor is cold beneath his bare feet and mirrors what's above them, and the only proof he's still even in space is a small window above them showing what appears to be a few stars hiding in the blackness of space. "Where are we?"

"Hell." The other man mumbles sitting cross-legged on his cot. His uniform matches the one from Alfred's…dream was it? It couldn't have been real. If so he should have died when his stomach exploded slowly his hand goes back to his stomach just to make sure it's still there in one piece. "Meat pie or cupcake?" The other man asks watching Alfred trying to mask his concern.

Swallowing hard Alfred slowly sits back on his cot, "C-Cupcake…what the fuck was that?"

"A dream of sorts." Arthur answers back simply, "Or a separate reality only accessed through REM sleep which exaclty I'm still trying to figure out."

"In other words he has no fucking idea he's just trying to make you feel better." The brown haired man says finally sitting up knowing he won't be sleeping anytime soon. "But it's not like every time you dream you get fucked or no you get fucked and fucked hard but sometimes are worse than others…" Now he winces remembering what happened to him only a few days prior. "They get some sick joy from killing us this way then with a shot to the temple."

"But who is they? And where are the others?" Alfred walks towards him wondering why one of the brunette's strands of hair curls outward from the rest of his hair. When he glares at Alfred he smiles, "I'm Captain Alfred Jones from the ship Orion and I was sent to rescue the crew of the Aymelek."

"You can call me Romano not that I give a shit since we're all gonna die anyway." Romano the brunette man says with a sigh. "Bastards all of them."

While he has an idea Alfred has to ask anyway, "So the crew is all…"

"Dead." Romano answers for him with a cold glare, "I'm all that's left."

It doesn't take long for it to sink in for the younger man as he turns to Arthur, "And what about you?"

"I wasn't a crew member I came here for other reasons."

"And what was that?"

Arthur glares coldly at him before laying back down on his cot facing away from the new comer, "I'd get some rest Alfred…it's going to be a long day for you…"