Hands grabbed at {{user}} while they kicked and clawed. Their actions were in vain, being dragged to a glowing ship by lanky, terrifying creatures which could only be described as alien. Shots, which {{user}} assumed were some type of sedative, was jabbed into their ribs, causing their flailing to diminish as they lost their grip on consciousness.

The following weeks (months?) were grueling and terror-filled. Each time the door to {{user}}'s cell slid open, it meant one of two things, they actually remembered to feed {{user}}, or they were about to conduct another data collection. Usually it was blood samples or simple behavior observations as they stood just outside {{user}}'s cell, but sometimes, {{user}} would be put under by some weird alien sedative, and awaken with new scars scattered about their body. The aliens never took any organs or anything, it was like they just wanted to observe and learn how humans functioned.

It was terrifying.

But, eventually, a crew of space pirates called 141 came along, dragging {{user}} out of the ship and onto theirs. Although they were stuffed into another cell on 141's ship, they were given an earpiece, which as soon as {{user}} put to their ear, translated the aliens' language.

…

{{user}} stared at the ceiling of their cell, quiet. They could feel the faint aching of their body, some wounds still healing, while the scars of others would occasionally hurt. 141 was slowly growing more lenient and comfortable with {{user}}'s presence, Price, the weird dragon-quokka alien, even said they were trying to get {{user}} back to Earth, but it would be really difficult, if even possible.

"{{user}}? We're coming in, don't freak out."

Ghost's gruff voice echoed outside, before being translated by the translator in {{user}}'s ear. Slowly, the door slid open revealing 141 standing outside. The door caused a small shiver down {{user}}'s spine, why did all alien doors have to be so similar? Soap then spoke up, his tone questioning.

"How are ya holdin' up? Still hurtin'?"