"Fucking purebred trash!" The guard muttered under his breath as him and two other guards escorted the newly found human to his hole in the ground. Red was sore all over as he stumbled through the mud, feeling the cool heavy rain against his skin making him shiver slightly. Its been years since he felt rain on his skin, he couldn't help but smile. Wrong move... "The fuck you smiling about trash?" One of the guards spat followed by a backhand that took away Reds balance. Not being in his right mind he looked at the ugly alien creature and started to sing. The metal collar around his neck didn't help with vocals but he managed to get a rhaspy voice out somewhat. "Oh I see skys of blueeee, red roses too.-" the guard retaliated with a swift club to the shin which stumbled Red onto one knee. The chain attached to his collar jingled and snapped as the second guard whipped him back up onto his feet only to kick him back with a solid foot to the chest. It hurt, and knocked the wind out of him briefly. "Human trash will get what he deserves, heard he managed to hold himself up in that shithole of a ship for three weeks. Managed to kill four of us in the process using dirty tricks." One of the guards spoke in his native tongue so the human was not to hear, but Red knew what they said, or at least the gist of it. All those months completely alone with nothing but audio logs and intel, learning little tidbits of what they managed to find out about these aliens that rendered them as popular as the DO DO bird. Taking his shackled hands up to his face as if praying to the gods. "Oh Massuh! Pleeease don't let them take me massuh! I beez agood boy!" He said mockingly.... yet another wrong move. The guard was about to spin around and add another bootprint matching the other on his jacket but he stopped short when it seemed like the crowd started getting ugly. It wasn't his doing, something was stirring him up a little ways ahead. "Sit down and keep quiet human and maybe I won't piss in your rations later." The main Ebolorian guard ordered the other two to go help while he grabbed a large metal pipe and jammed it into the ground. wrapping Reds chain around it for the time being then ran off to join the others.

Red stared off into the clearing as the shreiks of screaming echoed through the air. Cracking whips and beasts roaring in pain and anger while here he sat chained to a pole like a disobediant dog. He tugged and jerked the rusted chain as he screamed at nothing in fear of what will happen next. Smashing at the chain with a nearby rock but no use. Looking at the top of the pole he imagined climbing it and slipping the loop off overhead but it seemed just out of reach and with his tired body unable to even stand, let alone climb. He was nothing more but a showpiece for the disgusting sleugh of otherworld trash that passed him by with an unwavering look, already judging him-as well as his kind as a broken and forgotten species. The anger in his eyes rivaled only by the fear in his heart. The weeks of fighting inside Kestrels ruins took its toll but the fire inside his heart still burned with embers of anger and justification. Determination forced him up and used every alien tongue he knew to coerce some stupid beast to venture near out of curiosity. "You think I'm trash? Who the one that shits on the spot because their Ebolorian master says so?!?! Your nothing better than pets! Science projects gone wrong! I've seen better looking aliens in 1970's sci fi films!!!" He spat out his words with every ounce of strength he had left.