Captured!

Date: June 3rd, 2395
Place: Hexon Quadrant, Triun Galaxy
Event: Capture of Head Engineer Alexandra (Alex) Griphon by alien race 564, known as Triuns, after attack on her vessel the Slider.

---

Alex struggled against her captor in vain, his strength far superior to her own. He continued to carry her into the depths of the spaceship, towards her fate… whatever it was.

Why had this happened to her? The ship she had been on, the Slider, as Head Engineer, had been attacked and raided, with most of the crew knocked unconscious through the space battle and the boarding- luckily, before she had been dragged off, most had seemed relatively okay. And she had been the only one to be dragged off the ship, to this odd alien vessel of the Triuns, the aliens (the name was rather inappropriate, given the circumstances, but human tradition stuck even after two hundred years) who had taken her captive- well, specifically, this particular Triun. He had seemed quite fascinated with her.

And her horoscope had said she was going to have a good day!

She continued to squirm, as ineffective as it might have been, and took a closer look at her captor, whom she had decided to name “Olivin”, as his green colouring was vaguely similar to the stone, Olivine. Like all Triuns, he was over seven feet tall (daunting enough without meeting them in battle), covered in green scales (no hair or fur of any kind) that were broken occasionally by random, though symmetrical, black marks. They were an odd race, a strange sort of mixture of reptilian and mammalian. Their young were, for the most part, born as eggs (with the exception of a sub-species of Triun, known as Trivulians, who had little to do with their better-known cousins), and they were cold-blooded and required a good deal of heat to keep moving- which would partially explain why Alex was sweating (the other reason being running around madly to fix the stupid Slider). It was hot on that ship! The most noticeable characteristic of the Triuns was the fact they had four arms.

And maddeningly enough, Olivin only required one of those four arms to hold onto her. That was another notable trait of the Triuns- their incredible strength. They’d make quick work of any humans and most other humanoid species in any sort of athletic contest.

As for uniform, the majority of the Triuns that Alex had seen wore something akin to that off fighter pilot dress; one-piece body suits with various protective guards and whatnot, though, seeing as how they weren’t flying any spacecraft, it was much less complicated and a hell of a lot less constricting- bad for her, since they weren’t as easy to dodge. Olivin’s was a dark red, making him seem ridiculously festive, in a morbid sort of way. It would have been amusing if not for her predicament.

Looking around the hall, she noticed that there didn’t appear to be anyone else around. Possibly because they were busy gloating over their spoils, like the pirates they were. She silently fumed, as they hadn’t just stolen goods, but information as well- some of which being hers! She wondered why Olivin wasn’t doing the same, when a realization hit her.

What if he wasn’t busy enjoying those spoils, because he wanted to enjoy her?!

Not the greatest realization to hit someone in her position, really.

Okay… maybe… maybe I’m going to be just held for ransom and he’s taking me to a prison of some sort… that’s right… there’s no way I’d be found even remotely attractive to him, right? She thought to herself. I don’t make the best hostage, but I am rather important… I think. Oh, God, I hope that’s the reason…

While she attempted to keep a lid on her panic, Olivin pressed in a few buttons on what appeared to be a keypad, though Alex wasn’t sure what was on the buttons- symbols for numbers, perhaps? She hadn’t a clue- the Triun language was probably the most complicated language to learn for humans- the language consistently dotted with odd noises that most humans couldn’t make.

Needless to say, it made negotiations a might bit tricky…

The door opened soundlessly, which perked Alex’s engineer curiosity. How had they managed that? All their doors either hissed or squeaked or any manner of odd noises. They were never silent. If she could only speak their language…

It’s amazing, how some people’s priorities are arranged in potentially life-threatening situations.

The room beyond the door was intriguing, to say the least. It was circular in shape, with most furniture following the pattern. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all white, as was the light. The furniture was a mix of either white or red. Accessories (such as pillows, vases, etc) were all red. It was an interesting theme, and it actually looked somewhat attractive to Alex. However, this hallmarked something else entirely- either their prisons were very lavish, or this was where Olivin lived. Panicking, once again, she started to struggle against him, but it was, as she should have learned by now, useless.

Things were not going well for her at all, really.

Olivin carried her, ignoring her squirming, through a few rooms (all with the same scheme, and all round) until he reached what was, presumably, his bedroom. This was where Alex’s panicked mind did the only thing it could.

She fainted.

---

Olivin blinked down at the strange little human female in his arms. What odd behaviour. Did all humans fall unconscious the moment they entered a bedroom?

Obviously, it didn’t cross his mind that there were slight cultural differences between his and her races, one of which being the appropriateness of carrying a girl from her ship to his bedroom.

He placed her in the middle of the bed, making sure she was comfortable, and left the room, having to report to his superiors. He was going to have done so regardless of her fainting or no.

He was slightly concerned as to why she had suddenly passed out, but he chalked it up to exhaustion and stress… of which he would have been partially correct. He, of course, forgot to add “blind panic and terror’ to the list.

Taking one last look at the unconscious female, he went back out of his home to talk to his superiors. They probably weren’t going to be terribly pleased that he had spent the whole time he was supposed to be looking for information and supplies looking for a female human…

---

Alex awoke only ten minutes later, disoriented and confused. This was not her room- so where was she?

Blinking a few times, she looked around the room. She was on a circular bed, red in colour, set in the middle of a circular room. The bed easily took up most of the space of the room, with only three feet between it and the walls. The bed itself she judged to be about nine feet in diameter . Testing the bed, she found it to be quite squishy, most of her body sinking into the material, though she wasn’t swallowed into it. The result was a lot like the “space foam” that originated from earth- just a lot comfier. Continuing her examination of the room, she noted the doorway, with end tables on either side, each with long, tall cylindrical containers, containing a strange liquid that pulsated a white light, which provided most of the light in the room. Moving clockwise, she saw a desk, curved to fit against the wall, holding piles and piles of papers and books (which was odd, as most used computers for all reading) as well as a small computer holding it all down in place. It didn’t look like it was used too often. After that was a wardrobe, again curved to fit the wall, which took up a fair amount of wall space. Then there was a dresser of sorts, with a strange assortment of bottles and such on the surface. The main feature of the dresser was a large mirror, put forward so it wasn’t necessary to curve it. It was a good three feet across. After the dresser was a table, only a little bigger than the two end tables by the door, that had a bowl of what she presumed to be strange fruit.

She turned her attention back to the mirror, and shrieked with dismay as she realized what she looked like, her memory of the prior events coming back at the same time. Her hair was a frizzy, god-awful mess, black covering the red in some places. Her skin wasn’t much better, rough or black from soot. She was thankful that at least her eyebrows and eyelashes were still intact and hadn’t been burned off in the numerous explosions. Her uniform was torn in more than a few places, as well as burnt and stained. She could have cried, and nearly did. The only thing stopping her was the possibility of Olivin returning, and she did not want him to see her cry. She refused to show weakness!

Alex ran her fingers through her hair, trying to put it into some semblance of normalcy; she stopped suddenly, when she realized that here she was, trapped on an alien ship, probably about to be raped, and here she was worrying about her hair! It was almost laughable!

She might have laughed, too, if not for the wave of almost nauseating fatigue that hit her, from hours awake working overtime, and the exhaustion and stress of the day. She wanted nothing more then than to sleep. She was worried somewhat about Olivin returning, but she figured that whether or not she was awake or asleep wouldn’t change things, so she curled on the bed, pulling one of many pillows towards herself. Let his stupid pillows get dirty, she thought to herself, show him what happens when he kidnaps people!

In no time, she was in a deep, dreamless sleep, her body no longer wanting to wait for some rejuvenating sleep.

---

Author's Note: First part done! There's going to be more (of course!), and it would have been included here, but I decided that most people (I included) didn't want to read endless amounts of text in one chapter. More is being written as I speak (or type..?) so don't worry, you'll get your smut soon!

And I apologize for my lame attempts at humour. I'll send letters of apology to all your families, to borrow a phrase from my History teacher.