(Awesome
I love those kinds of strips. I will do that though, it should work well!)
Most conversation between the aliens in the cells having died down now that a few hours had gone by, most of them seemed to be finally sinking in the fact that they were now likely never going to make it home, some of them not even having one to return to due to their respective planets being destroyed or simply too far away to even think of going back. Even Maren, who had been acting up earlier had quieted down and leaned his head against a wall that he sat near, his thoughts being on what his parents and friends likely thought of him missing. They probably still expected he would return at some point...of course, that expectation likely wouldn't likely last much longer though once a few days went by and it was clear he wasn't coming back.
'This bites. Why was I so stupid to let my guard down back there? If I hadn't been stupid enough to daydream I would have seen those idiots coming a mile away'
"Get up! Single file like usual and keep it moving".
Maren being snapped from his thoughts as he heard the door of the cell open, a group of the same aliens as earlier walked into the area and ordered the new slaves to wake up, a few who had truly been dozing off quickly jumped awake as they knew that seeming lazy was likely going to end up with them being offed. A couple of stronger looking guards lingering behind the group this time, Maren couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated as he stood up and began to follow the other slaves out of the cells, him trying to stay secretly near Aelith as she was the only one he knew in this still unfamiliar place of oversized monsters and strange faces. Even someone from a backwater planet like Earth knew that it was good to have friends in prison and high places.
"To keep you out of trouble you will be each given a job respective of your power level" A green horned, tall alien speaking back to the group as they were led down a hall, he intentionally neglected to mention that all new slaves were chipped to prevent loss and to keep track of where potential troublemakers were at. It made the process of knowing which slaves died, were killed, or were simply lost much easier than simply trying to remember who was who "the stronger of you might just be good enough to be guards someday if you prove yourselves. The weaker? Well, It's my guess that you will either be cleaning the ship or just be useful enough to be target practice".