it’s been one year and 7 months since she’s seen earth and counting. wonders if her home planet even exists after frieza’s army had ravished and destroyed everything within their path. stolen their resources and forcefully inscribed humans to work through various unfortunate services-- military, tech. those who fought against the actions of interstellar invaders perished in the process. her friends. all gone. but it’s been years and that shock of pain deep curled in her chest has subdued to a dull throb. her mother had been too old and murdered alongside those deemed unfit to be useful -- her father dared not part, even though his intellect alone could have saved him from the same fact.
she had been dragged screaming to the belly of a ship that possessed tech she never even fathomed in her wildest dreams, vomiting and crying. it didn’t take her long to learn and adapt to the advanced engineering. standard galactic replaced her native tongue due to the chip implanted in her head and she was forced to assimilate or die. there was no escaping the murkiness of outer-space and she didn’t even have the chance to contact her sister before she was shuttled into the far reaches of nothingness. in the laboratory in which she was forcefully stationed, she worked alongside a variety of aliens and creatures that shared the same fate as she did. same stories. same tragedies wrapped in imperialism.
they’re never allowed to discuss anything more than schematics. someone was always watching through cameras and the assigned attendance often resulted to violence if any of the scientist seemed like they wanted to step out of line. in the beginning, she had become quite acquainted with the roughness of the assigned guards-- had the scars and bruises to showcase the way her mouth proved reckless. the kind of scars that left her panic and prone to anxiety attacks in her first year on the ship.
she’s slowly grown more numb as the months flickered by. but she worked fast and she worked hard and she avoided far worst circumstances than what she experienced by laying low in waiting. some of the women from earth had been tossed into brothels and harems throughout this quadrant. she’ll die before she ever face a similar fate. she’s learned the workings of this ship’s system. she’s configured a map of the galaxy in her head. one day, she waits.
dressed in the shapeless gray grab of scientists of the PTO with her hair tied in a loose braid-- she waits for her assigned ‘bodyguard’ by the laboratory door. she’s been given her task for that month and she’s to follow through, if she does not want punishment. one that no one ever truly wants. ever so often, one of scientists would be given the assignment of collecting data samples from a lawless planet that may or may not be cultivated into the organization.
these planets operated as festering grounds for the underbelly work. disease ridden, prostitutes, and trafficking was rapid in this area-- occasionally someone she knows would go missing while down there. easily replaceable in a rotational system that has numbers for faces. the markets were full of thieves and con artists waiting for the right opportunity from some drugged out unfortunate soul. the automatic door hisses open and she steps back, fingers curled in the pockets of her laboratory coat.
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