[b]The Tartarus, Slaver Ship
													        							Orbiting Vodran[/b]

Walking down the halls of the cell block, Klaatu’s nose was assaulted with the foul odors of feces, rot, and death simultaneously. The cellblock was well lit, with low ceiling, Klaatu was almost unable to fully stand up straight. The cell doors lined the walls, with a guard posted on 4 corners of the adjoining cell blocks, as well a a roaming guard in every block. Stopping at a cell, Klaatu recognized the number as the one he was looking for and ordered the accompanying guard to unlock the door. 

Inside the cell was a frail brown Vodran, his horns chipped, one eye covered with a patch. He lay on the floor of the cell, an empty room with a bucket for waste and separate bucket for food to be dropped into through a small slot on the door. This particular resident was formerly the leader or elder of a Vodran village just raided by Klaatu and his men. 
Klaatu and his hunters waited until dark to raid the village. Unfortunately the old vodran had seen them coming and warned his people to evacuate, with only him and a small group to give cover fire with a couple of outdated blasters. The ‘resistance’ was met with a brutal response. Klaatu ordered his men to eliminate all who held weapons and to burn the village to the ground. Had they agreed to cooperate peacefully, Klaatu would’ve only taken a few healthy males, and a couple young females. The fighting force was quickly stomped, leaving only the old Vodran alone and wounded, the rest of his people hidden in the swamps. He was taken prisoner and returned to the ship where he would have the location of his people extracted from him. 

The weak frail frame lay shaking from the cold temperatures. Klaatu woke the prisoner with a swift boot to the abdomen, and spitting on him. The prisoner curled into the fetal position, holding its sore stomach. “I’m going to give you this one opportunity to tell me where you’re people ran off too. You tell me now, and your stay on my ship will be brief and painless. You stay silent or mislead me…” he stopped, a sick grin spreading across his lips “Honestly, feel free to not say anything, I’m a big fan of trying to make someone tell me.” he said quietly, placing his boot onto the alien’s head. Pushing down, he began to flail as the pressure began to build in his skull. “This is honestly the best part of my job.” Picking the alien up by its head, Klaatu quickly slammed it down on the tops of its head, breaking a couple more horns. Yelling out in pain, the alien began to squeal like a pig, telling of their villages evacuation plan and where they had planned to go. Evidently, there was a cave system underneath the village, through which the rest of vodran had escaped. “You better not be feeding us false information” He barked at the alien, kicking him again, this time in the side of the cranium. Leaving the cell, Klaatu ordered the posted guard to alert to gather his hunting squad on the top deck.

Making his way down the narrow hallway, Klaatu stepped off the elevator onto the command deck. His small force of a dozen armed hunters and trackers, had gathered on the command deck. “Alright, the vermin were hiding out in system of cave tunnels weaving under the village. According to our source, theirs multiple entrances in and out within the village. There's a large cavern connecting the tunnels at the deepest point of the cave, and that's where they are hiding.” Klaatu explained his plan to his men. They were to drop explosives in all but one entrance/ext into the caves. Bottle-necking all of the the herd is key in keeping it under control, especially when they have the numbers advantage. “Any who refuse to come out quietly are to left be left in the cave when you blow the last hole. Let them die in their bunker if they so choose.” Klaatu commanded. With their orders and fully loaded weapons, the small squad took one of the Lambdas back down to the surface. Klaatu, decided he would take a nap while his men took care of the rest. 
Walking back to his quarters, he thought about his profit from this particular hull. He estimated if he could just get a dozen healthy adults, he could easily score at least a hundred thousand credits.  Elderly and children wouldn’t get him as much, as most of his clientele wanted healthier livestock capable of working long periods of time. Assuming his men didn’t mess things up, this would end up being a nice payout. Klaatu lay on his bunk, calculating how much he would make after paying his crew. The end result made him smile as he dozed off, meanwhile, the village raid had just begun. 

Waking sometime later to a loud banging at the door to his quarters, Klaatu opened the door ready to tear into whatever imbecile had woke him. “Commander… this had better be good.” Klaatu spoke, barely able to contain the venom in his words. Commanders Oren stood unfazed by Klaatu’s glare, becoming somewhat used to the vile alien’s poor attitude. Many saw Oren’s burned face and gave him the same look of disgust and fear Klaatu evoked out of everyone. It was out of their mutual repulsiveness that they’ve become close allies.“I would just like to inform you that the hunting party has succeeded in their mission, but there has been a slight delay in the boarding of prisoners..” Oren droned on before being cut off by Klaatu. “What do you mean problem? How hard is it to load prisoners onto a transport!?” Klaatu barked, his temper rising. “Well sir, the problem is that there were too many prisoners to be loaded onto the transport.” Oren replied. “So then tell them to make multiple trips then.” Klaatu ordered, as he began to close his door. Sticking his foot in the door, Oren quickly blurted out the last of the information “It’s over 40 prisoners sir. We would need to deploy all of our lambdas to get them all on board, but that would leave the ship understaffed.” 

Klaatu stopped, and a maniacal grin began to spread across his face. “Well, this is a problem I don't, mind having.” Klaatu spoke, now stepping out of his cabin into the hallway of the command deck. “Commander Oren, set a course to bring the ship down onto Vodran, we’ll load the prisoners directly.” “Yes sir.” Oren replied, turning back towards command center. Klaatu leisurely followed, filled with glee over all of the credit’s he was going to make.