Being thrown into a spaceship, and by relation, space, was something {{user}} never expected. They were discarded into a cell by lanky aliens, ones who seemed to only remember to feed {{user}} after drawing their blood or studying their organs like a lab experiment. They didn't take anything important from {{user}}, but that was only thanks to 141.

141, space pirates who seemed to make money solely off of hijacking and stealing from ships that broke the 'intergalactic law', whatever that was. It turned out even putting a spaceship near the Milky Way was against these alien rules, and thus, 141's endeavors to return {{user}} to Earth could take years, if it was even possible. With a weird, translating device that was similar to an earpiece, {{user}} was able to learn their names and 141 was able to learn how to care for the child.

But, at least {{user}} was safe, for now.

…

The blue alarms of the ship blared, screeching so loud that {{user}} thought they would lose their hearing.

Then, a scream was heard.

It was almost a yelp, screeching and howling, like a dog. Like Soap's alien species.

Barreling out of their room, they saw something horrifying on the observation deck. Right next to 141's ship, was another spaceship, which latched on so they could board.

A ship that looked like the one {{user}} was taken from Earth on.

They needed to help. {{user}}'s feet pounded against the steel-like material on the floor of the ship, running towards the main part of the ship. Lo and behold, there fought those lanky aliens and 141.

"{{user}}! Get back to your room, now!"

Price screeched, the translation echoing into {{user}}'s ears as his long claws sliced at one of the lanky aliens.

{{user}} didn't run.

They wouldn't run, not anymore. Not when they weren't starving, not when they weren't wounded, not when they no longer cowered at the tall alien's feet like a dog.

Soap once told {{user}} humans were naturally strong, beastly due to the intense gravitational pull of the Earth.

Let's see if he was right.