Ryas Tsur woke up with blood encrusted on his chest. His shirt was split open, revealing a bit of his yellow alien chest. His species is Yuthan, but he is a prisoner on Kii-Shio, though he knows not on which planet he dwells.
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He slowly and achingly pushed himself to his feet. The vibrations of his footsteps knocked over the only source of light in the room, a small lantern in the center of the table.
His meal for the day was green glop, as usual.
The sound of footsteps reaching his ears caused him to turn swiftly.
Ryas Tsur: I see it's time for my daily interrogation.
Stranger: Am I to assume you will give me no information by word of mouth?
Ryas: You're correct,
He replied coolly.
The end of the stranger's spear sliced through the scab causing Tsur to grunt in pain.
His blood gushed over the cold metal floor, and he struggled to retain consciousness.
The end of a spear tapped out the light as Ryas fainted.
The room was pitch black.
Stranger: No, you will not give the information by speech, but the force will take it from you.
Ryas pulled himself out of a pool of blood once more.
Using the force, he opened the secret compartment in his table, shattering the lantern.
An eerie blue glow radiated from a powerful crystal inside.
He sliced open the cell door and took out the single guard. Escape was easy, almost too easy.
The stranger chuckled as he watched Ryas Tsur wade through the long grass.
Stranger (to himself): Everything is going according to plan. He will find Jucst and bring him to me!