[b][h1][color=gold]Omega: A Witch, Some Aliens, and an Old Friend...[/color][/h1][/b]

"I still can't believe this stupid shit is all about some arm bracelets that have Siri downloaded into them." Aaron complained as he leaned against a wall in the cell. "Thanks Mike. I lose my business and I'm basically a slave... in space of all places."

"Which means that even if we do get rid of our captors, chances of getting back are slim." Enchantress caveated. Omega just stared at Sol.

"Sol could get us back. She has a a thing for tech. Besides we have more than enough time before we're sold..." Omega's optimism kicked in which caused the other two to look his way with contempt.

[b][i]Seven hours later...[/i][/b]

Omega, Enchantress, and Aaron found themselves standing before two groups of what they could only call aliens. One species that they were familiar with and another that piqued their overall interests. The Etrisians spoke in their native language to these black robot looking beings. They had more in number, but the Etrisians seemed to have more body mass... at least with their combat suits on. The three misfits were bound by wrist and ankle cuff that they could not break.

"Sol." Omega whispered. "Tell me what they're saying."

"They are discussing a trade and a service. The trade is you for the Xyron's service of removing me from you." 

"Well shit. Is there anyway I can get out of these?" Omega asked.

"No." The AI answered.

"Shut it Omega." Aaron butt in as he didn't want to look suspicious. Omega sacked his teeth before a yellow was heard from one of the Etrisians. He almost thought he was in trouble, before he watched a Xyron shoot through an Etrisian. "Damn!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Shit..." Enchantress said dreadfully.

"Fuck yeah! Fight!" Omega cheered as the two alien forces went at it.