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Enslaved Space

It had been a stressful time for the United Galactic Alliance, the mixture of different species from various planets being gathered for the sake of space exploration and community. The people of these different planets were so similar and yet so completely different from one another. Animal people, red aliens, blue aliens, humans, and pseudo humans all came together, all gathered for the sake of advancing one another and bringing about a brighter day. The governments didn't agree to this, though, didn't feel that such unification was always in the best interest and despite a unified congress being set up for the best interest of all their people there had been rumors going around of a hostile take over on the side of those from the small blue marble known as Earth. It had only been a few hundred years after the events of the Great Cataclysm, an event that effectively ended the hopes of anyone wanting to live within their galaxy, but now as they looked for a new one to call home the whispers of a human uprising only rose more alarms. This fleet couldn't afford a coup, not now, and probably not ever, at least not if they wanted to get to the end of their set course. Earthlings were known for being power hungry, known for being a bit more aggressive than a lot of the other species would like, but the idea that they'd try and conquer the congress out of pure greed in a moment when all species were at their weakest seemed far too far fetched, and psychotic, for anyone with a clear enough mind to truly fathom.

"Sir, you called for me?" The voice rang in the captains ears which quickly turned his head towards his tech officer. The captain of this ship, the leader of this vessel of billions turned his head towards the man.

The captain belonged to an alien species known as Beast-kin, a group of mostly mammal looking creatures that seemed to share some common ancestry with common place Earth animals, if there was still an Earth for them to live on. This feline, this Puma looked on at the human that had come up to see him by his request, the look of curiosity in the eyes of the man he was made to look on to showed no sign of discourse, no ill intentions, this wasn't just some lead technical officer that stood there in front of him, it was a human that he considered closer to him than any other, even walked his feline sister down the isle as his approval to their marriage. This man was his brother-in-law and yet the code that flashed on the captain's chair clearly indicated that this man was not only a traitor but dangerous. One push of a button and security would be up here to arrest him in a matter of seconds, one push of a button would betray the man that he had eaten many dinners with which was what stalled that finger from coming down.

"Captain?"

"Jacob.. I.." He continued to stall, wondering if he should ignore the order, maybe it was sent out in error, maybe the humans hadn't tried anything, maybe this was some failed test of the systems that send this code to him. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.

This captain never got to finish his doubting train of thought as the doors once again opened and a series of blue skinned aliens coupled with a few Beast-kin charged in with their weapons drawn on this Tech Officer. The series of their completely inaudible babble all shouted at him, calling for him to get on the floor of the deck while other members of the bridge crew turned to stand and look on in surprise at what they were seeing. Jacob was every bit as surprised, his hands lifting instantly to show that he was unarmed, that he clearly had no idea what was going on. Those eyes turned to look at his brother-in-law for help, just looking for any explanation at all. The surprise also wrapped around this captain, though, as he looked on and realized that the security office must have also got the message without him realizing it. This left the ship leader with only one choice, and as his fingers came down on that button he felt his heart sink while the red alert sounded off all over his ship, announcing the betrayal of the human species that were already being apprehended, and arrested.

"Take him to my private office," he ordered to the security officers that were already restraining his friend. Their looks at him questioned what he was saying, but as he announced a loud and demanding, "Now!" they did as they were told.

The walls of this office found themselves decorated in the awards and trophies given to this captain over so many years of service, but even with these decorations the room still felt cold as ice to the newly arrested human. His captain was with him in here, but while he had been hoping to speak with Jacob in private it seemed that two of the security officers felt he needed their protection. The clear sign of confusion and panic that filled the human's body clearly showed that he had nothing to do with whatever coup was happening, but the orders from the fleet general was clear, the code that was sent out was to subjugate any humans that were on the ship no matter who they were.

"Marle, what's go..."

"You will refer to me as Captain!" The order came out from the Puma quickly, feeling bad for being so harsh but knowing that if he didn't keep order here then he'd be relieved and things would be even worse for his friend if they appointed someone else Captain, "Your species plan to coup the UGA has failed, and orders are to put all humans into enslavement."

"C.. Captain, please. You know I didn't have anything to do with this. I'm married to your sister. Why would I ever want to hurt any..."

"Silence. Your affinity to Rach isn't on trial here. Orders from on high are to be followed to the letter." Stepping to the side the Captain Marle pulls something out of his cabinet, an outfit that he'd stored away just in case something like this mutiny happened. "Tech Officer Jacob, you're here-by revealed of your duties. Please remove your uniform."

"Marle.. look... I.." The hard smack to the back of his head with the butt of the weapon forced this human on to his knees, his hand holding the backside of his skull with a stinging hiss of his breath, but with shaking, reluctant hands started to grip at his uniform, unbuttoning the front and starting to slide the top of his uniform off to show his well built, but very lean muscled chest and what could technically be defined as abs. The feeling of the cold air over his body was humiliating, in just a second he'd completely lost his rank, and his friend and all due to a siege that he didn't even want to be part of. When those pants came off it was clear that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, his shame showing for everyone there to see while he took the black rubber outfit in his hands and looked over it.

This new uniform, this outfit looked to be some kind of one piece, as though it was swimwear, the feeling of it uncomfortable as it seemed to want to stick to his skin even while he held onto it. His legs move in first, feeling it hugging his knees as he worked to put his feet all the way down into the bottom. It was a one-size-fits-all kind of deal, but the stretching didn't seem to work all that well as even while he pulled it up around his hips the tightness of it gripped around his thick member, showing off the natural flaccid bulge that this human simply had. The sound of it's straining to stretch around his body, the squeak that it left off as he moved to pull it up along his figure soon allowed him to work those arms into the sleeveless holes, feeling it tug down on his shoulders as if it were trying to crush him back into a much smaller size. The very feeling of it forcing him to grunt and whine as he looked up to his friend.

"Captain, please. This is humiliating, I can't wear this thing."

"You seem to be wearing it quite well." The captain said with a heavy heart, holding a strong and authority filled tone in his voice while nodding to the guards behind him.

Their movements were quick, taking hold of the metal band that wrapped the tight neck area of this outfit, but rather than leaving it opened their motions showed that this metal was designed to bend, that the electronics in it were designed to follow it's motion and as the two ends met tip to tip at the back of his neck they'd heat up instantly as the two tips were fusing themselves together. This wasn't some metal lining around the neck, it was a collar that fully secured itself in a way that it couldn't be removed ever. This realization alone brought soft tears across those human eyes, but even these were met with his hands being forced into gloves that had the same kind of collars to fit around the wrists. The feet too were forced into tight boots, something that simply would never be comfortable but as those ankle locks fused shut it was something he would have to get used to.

"This is a slave suit, Jay. If you fail to follow an order, put yourself or anyone else in danger, or simply fall under the ire of someone else, it WILL be activated just like this." The captain would push a button on his desk, forcing the collar to respond to the gloves and boots to force Jacob's hands and feet behind his back as if he were being hogged tied. This wasn't all, there was an odd vibration around his groin, running up and down the length of his shaft back and forth and forcing it to harden right there on the spot in front of everyone, the rubber even folding around his dick so that it could grip his member tightly. Another bubble started to form a bit further south on him, though, a bit of the suit inflating slowly as it worked it's way against his tight pucker before it would begin spreading and sinking into his depths.

"Captain.. please.. don't.." Jacob begged just before the movement of a ball gag arches around his mouth to secure his tongue as well. looking at his once closest friend who released the button to end his very clear example.

"This is your new life now. Security, get him to his new job with engineering."

* * *

He'd walked down this hallway so many times, his path towards the engineering deck was a common one that he took multiple times everyday, but never once did the path feel as long as it did now. The guards behind him were like a flashing red light that drew every single turning head of the people he passed towards him as he found himself in this slave outfit. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated, but even at this point Jacob didn't know just yet what true humiliation was. The turning gazes from the other people showed surprise at first, everybody shocked to see him in such a way, but as he continued and more people gathered in his passing those looks of shock turned to laughter, people pointing at him, chuckling at his new outfit and a few even pulling at his rubber suit to stretch it just enough so that when they released the snap would ache his skin instantly and force the human to call out. It wasn't long before that mixture crossed with angered passengers, people outraged by the fact that his species had tried taking over the fleet in such a way after all of them had worked to hard to start this voyage a couple hundred years ago. The shouts all combined together, their calling him names, talking about how he should be dead, how he didn't deserve to live among the rest of them. Everything had progresses so fast, at first receiving such shocked looks that he could hardly believe what was happening to him was anything more than a cruel joke and now even these outbursts would coupled with the insults and slander being held against his body, the raged look in their eyes showing him that if it wasn't for the guards standing between him and all of them then this situation would be so much different, so much more dangerous. In a way he had to be grateful for the guards, but as they continued to push against him, to guide him through this hallway, the loud calls speaking down to him made the walk seem all that much longer.

Those angry shouts announced him as being worthless, as being nothing but a lowly human, that he and his kind were violent and had no place in their community. Many even demanding that he be taken to the air locks to allow space to decide his fate, but these guards had orders and they were going to see them through. This crowd was actually beginning to slow them down, though and only then did the guards stop the crowd, but still showed no sympathy as a boot hit him in the rump, forcing him down to his knees, to keep him moving even as he gasped for any air at all while being made to crawl on his hands and knees through the hallway of this ship. The ship itself was kept clean, kept pristine, but that didn't mean mean that crawling along it while people reigned their insults down at him was any less humiliating The people that were gathering filled this hallway that Jacob was crawling through, his humbled life was to now pull himself along the floor while the outfit he was covered which only made him feel worse.

By the time Jay got to the Engineering Deck his crowd had all managed to disperse, but now that he was no longer in that hall and was permitted back to his feet he felt almost relieved, almost as if he'd welcomed a god-send, but it was instantly clear that it wasn't God who sent him here to witness who would be his commanding officer. It seemed that he was sent here by just the opposite when his eyes locked onto the sight of a doberman who smirked with a heated growl the very moment that he'd seen who was waiting for him. His first lieutenant had been waiting for him, but worry didn't come from the fact that he'd be serving under his old lieutenant, instead Jacob's worry came from what he knew about this canine. The dog smiling at him so confidently, so specifically, was open about his bias, his blatant hatred of the human race from long before he even started his duties on this ship. The reason that he'd been placed in Jacob's care was a hope that Malcom would learn to befriend at least one human, but after a decade of handling Jacob's work, cleaning up his mistakes, handling the crew behind his back, it was clear that friendship with this human male wasn't something he was at all interested in.

"Well, well... look at who it is..." Malcom said to him, smiling brightly as he stepped closer with booted feet. "Everyone, come and welcome our newest member of the Engineering crew..."

"Malcom, please. It doesn't need to bmmghmm!" His voice was instantly muffled when a push of a button on the collar would activate it, the soft smirk showing that ball gag fill that mouth near instantly and cutting off the sentence right in the middle of it.

"You don't need to talk, slave. You don't have the right to talk to me." This canine smirked as he leaned in slowly, "You don't even have the right to breath my air, but I suppose I'll allow it for now."

Already a brand new crowd started to gather here, a crowd of blue skins, red skins, and many various animal species all grinning at him. In the hall he had to deal with the people of the ship, but even those people he hadn't known. This was different because now those that were coming together were all people that he knew, all people that he'd approved to be in this department, all people that had slowly been poisoned by Malcom's specie-ism right under his nose from the time he'd hired them. It was one thing passing along a hallway filled with people wanting revenge for what the humans had attempted, but it was another thing all together having to face down a crowd that wanted him to see him hurt just due to him being an Earthling. What made things worse was that he was in the Engineering Deck meaning that not only were these men and women experts in how his new uniform worked, but were likely involved in the creation of it.

The soft chuckle that rolled through his ear came from behind him but before he even had a chance to turn Jacob found himself shoved, pushed, and staggering to keep his balance all before another shove pushed him in a different direction. Jacob gasped and whined loudly in protest, but the more he moved the more they'd shove him while laughter and chuckles rolled through the walls of this deck. "You're our bitch now" was a common phrase that pass between them usually followed by some slander that was common to humans. Aliens believed them to be low on morals, that they would attack and damage other races for no reason at all, but also that they loved to try and breed with anything what-so ever. The fact that humans were more likely to wed, marry, and date other species only went to add to the idea that they were willing to stick their dicks in anything which made those appendages dirty, filthy, and unkempt things designed for nothing more than spreading diseases from one species to the next. This didn't come into play until a hand reached up for his collar, pushing a button on it that activated what was going to be a common place and entertaining function of the suit for all of them.

Just like before his groin would begin to vibrate, would start to massage his dick, the movement of it passing up and down his length his gasping breaths did nothing to keep that growing thickness contained. He wasn't the most impressive of men, but what he had they all smiled and laughed at it, saying that humans were always small between the legs, and that a species with tiny members like this couldn't possibly please their women. Jacob tried to protest, tried to respond, tried to do anything, but his shipmates weren't giving him the chance at all. The longer this vibration was going the harder he got, the feeling of him building up swelling his thickness, preparing him for the inevitable end only to have the function between his legs end. Panting through the ball gag he was curious as to what was going only only to feel it start up again. This vibrator would continue for a few seconds, pleasuring him on a professional level, but always stop right before he could release anything.

"You must be confused, Jacob," Malcom told him directly into his ear, "Your suit has a denial function. When it reads that your dick is hard and hot enough it will simply stop until you've calmed down and then start again. A little function we built into the suits with you in mind."

The bright smiles all around him shown easily, the feeling of his drool running out of his mouth from around that ball gag had it rolling over his chin while he tried to grunt between his panting, his eyes rolling back and his body trying to adjust to the inevitable only for his climax to be stopped just before it started every single time. It was only when he fell to his knees that a pipe wrench would be thrown to him, tossed down in front of him so that he could take it in his hands while his throbbing and tortured member continued to suffer their game.

"I think that's enough games, Gentlemen, let's give him some work." The new officer of this department told them, listening his fellow aliens giving off soft laughs as they knew what devious plan was coming, "Jacob that pipe over there is a bit loose. Why don't you go tighten it like the good little bitch-slave you are?"

Jay knew that he had to do as he was being asked. Ball gag and vibrators were only the start of this suit's functions and he remembered being restrained. As he took the wrench in hand he'd go over to the pipe which looked rather secure, but decided to check it anyway and see if he could tighten it a bit more. The issue in this being that he'd never have the chance as Malcom started announcing a verbal code that the collar beeped to. "Activate Gloves" would be the next line that he heard before his fingers seemed to simply vanish into the instantly filled balloons that were his hands now. The tips of his fingers were clearly there, clearly displayed, but even while he wiggled them there was no way he could bend those digits leaving the wrench to come crashing down against the floor and him providing a drool filled gasp through the ball gag to try and quickly lean down to pick it up. Without the use of his fingers, though, there was no way for him to grip the handle, no way for him to pinch it between his hands, and no way at all for him to do his job.

"Look at that, our old Lead Officer can't even figure out how to hold a wrench," Everyone laughed, "What a useless douche. I always knew humans were stupid, but I didn't know that they couldn't even use basic tools."

The laughs filled the room, his fingers continuing to try and scoop up this wrench but coming no closer to it any of the times that he'd tried, "What a worthless jerk," They laughed, they taunted.

"Scum like him shouldn't even be on our deck."

"Yeah, this should be a no-human zone anyway after what he tried to pull."

"I don't know, I kind of like having a bitch to do my work for me... well if he could figure out how to use a wrench that is." Again they all laughed, cheering one another on with their comments and insults.

* * *

It was one thing to have to work as a slave for the fleet due to the hubris of his species, it was one thing for him to have to perform the duties that he'd brought himself out of through years of dedicated service to turn himself into a lead officer on this ship, it was even another thing for him to have to do it while wearing a suit that made such tasks nearly impossible, but Jacob knew that he needed this to end, that he needed to find a way out of this. Even if the slavery aspect was permanent he simply couldn't work under a man that was giving him tasks for the purpose of seeing him fail them for an easy laugh. Such was a horrid situation that he was in and Jacob needed to find a way to get out of it. Talking to Malcom would only make things worse for him, would only leave him in humiliation and struggling even more than he already did, but if he could talk to the captain of this vessel, if he could speak with the man that he was closest too then maybe he could find a way out of this if he explained just what was happening, how he was being treated. His hopes was that his long time friend would move him to a different department, have him do anything else as long as he wasn't under the control of Malcom anymore.

Jacob's movements through the hall only added to these thoughts, his mission was to deal with the tightening of a pipe on the other end of the ship which meant he'd be traveling through those halls once again and this time he wouldn't have the protection of security to make sure that he got where he was trying to go. Those people that had been yelling at him before had already dispersed, having jobs and other duties to perform for the ship. They had said what they wanted to say to him, expressed themselves the way that they'd liked to, and now that they were gone the halls once again held an almost vacant look except for the few people darting about through it. Those people had gone but now there was an entirely new group of people to turn and look at him, to chuckle at the round and swollen gloves that he used to try and carry a large pipe wrench for the purpose of doing his job. Jacob had to keep the object pinned down between those gloves, trying to crush it down against those swollen palms the best he was able to just to keep it locked in his grip. The feeling of it leaving Jacob grunting before a sudden beaming on his collar caught his attention. Something was being activated, some function that he wasn't sure about, and this function alone got him worried just before the careful balance that he had was tested further with his boots starting to swell, starting to stretch, starting to round out just like his gloves had. The movement of his body trying to balance on this new shape made his knees shake, his body protest, and finally when his figure came crashing down to the ground the sound of soft laughter surrounded him while patrons of this ship pointed, laughed, and openly mocked him.

"What's the matter human, can't keep your balance?"

"Someone is having a hard time, pity"

"Humans are always so clumsy. It's pathetic."

His cheeks burned deeply, his anger of the situation only growing, but as his mouth opened to try and protest, to tell these people off the quick movement of the ball gag feature activated instantly to keep him pinned down in a gasping surprise. He had been wanting to yell at these people, not one of his best plans, but now he wouldn't be able to even speak which left him with nothing else other than reaching his ball mitt covered hands out to try and grip at the pipe wrench he'd dropped. His hand was just about on it when the wrench was kicked, sent skipping across the hall to another person who also kicked it the second that Jacob got close to it. Back and forth, from one person to the next the wrench was kicked, leaving him to try and chase it down on all fours while the group continued to laugh and tease at their little game. Jacob didn't see this as a game, though, he had a job to do and while the person in control of his collar was making it nearly impossible for him to do if he didn't then he'd find himself in trouble.

"Pllmmmsh," He tried to talk through his ball gag, begging them to stop, asking to be allowed on his way, but their fun continued, their entertainment went on up until the point when those there became bored enough to simply leave him be. The human being left to reach out for the wrench one last time and getting his ball mitten to land on it finally while this small group left him alone, smiling to the general embarrassment and humiliation that they'd cost him, that this outfit seemed to love granting. Those round mitts continued to grip at the wrench over and over again, fought to try and pick it up once more as the surface continued to bend and turn over the metal object and slid it across the floor now and then while it continued to struggle at being picked up. If it were lighter then that wouldn't be such an issue, but this was a heavy wrench, one of the ones designed for a stronger species to use and while it wasn't impossible for him to pick it, the added weight did make it just a bit more difficult lift off of the floor every time he tried.

Grhmmmdgh," he protested, wanting nothing more than to do his job so that he could get back. The passing gaze from the busy worker, or the person scurrying back to their room left him blushing even brighter, knowing that they were seeing him as a slave, as someone that had been taken captive after his people betrayed them, and this was news that they clearly knew as well. When his fingers gripped down on the wrench finally, lifting it from the floor his shaking legs worked to lift him back onto his round boot covered feet. At first he stumbled again, but this time fought to keep just enough balance that would allow him to hold onto the wrench. Every step that he took was like walking on a log, the roundness being used against him while he grunted and gasped to stay upright to the best of his ability. It didn't take long for him to get used to it, though, but what made things more difficult was the occasional person that would step past him and purposefully bump into it, trying to send him back down into the floor and forcing him to stop just to correct that balance once again.

When Jacob arrived at the location to handle his mission the sound of a loud rattling caught his attention instantly. Those eyes turned quickly to look around, to spot the pipping overhead and see the culprit of the noise as it seemed to come and go a bit. This human recognized the problem easily, having learned about the pipes on this ship thanks to his time in charge of his department, but while he could see that the line had some air in it the removal of such a problem wouldn't be all too difficult His hand reached up to try and pull at the pressure valve, knowing that all he really needed to do was close the pipe off, allowing the air to run out of it, and then open it back up again. The problem now came due to the fact that the pipe was just barely too high to reach which kept the human struggling to reach up for it with his round, swollen, mittens and boots. A loud clank sounded as his pipe wrench once again hit the ground, leaving him to follow it to his knees so that he could struggle once again try and pick it up. Every movement that he made towards it left his hand just brushing across the surface, the tiny bit of remaining digit that wasn't inside of this glove found themselves almost completely unable to move as long as those gloves were still on his hands.

As he found himself gripping it once again the sigh of discontent rolled through his body. Just how many more times was he going to end up dropping this thing while trying to fix this pipe? It was only then that he realized that the solution to his problem was actually right in front of him. The lift of those hands together brought the pipe wrench down the length of his back, raised high over his head so that with a fast swing it would impact the pipe. The repeat of this not only twice, but several times would start to leave dents in the sensitive object so that with one final swing the pipe would crack and the image of dark gas begin to flow free from it. Little by little the gas would start to fill the hall, start to fill his lungs, and leave him choking. The more gas that filled this hallway lead him to cough even more before his knees would hit the floor, then his hips, and then finally his shoulders. Those eyes fluttered shut, giving in to the toxic gas that had been filling that pipe.

By the time Jacob's eyes opened once again he was releasing a cough in an all too familiar office, his eyes turning slowly to look around at the different awards and even a full model of the ship which left him realizing exactly what room he'd been placed in. His lungs worked hard to try and empty the gas from them, but already he found himself smiling, happy that his plan to get into the captain's office had worked so well. With his figure starting to sit up in a soft grunt Jacob's gaze turned onto the very stern look of the captain that seemed to glare down at him and robbed this human of the smile that he'd only just gotten. It was clear that his plan had worked, but he'd never figured that it would get him in such a large amount of trouble while doing it.

"Captain... I.."

"Quiet!" This puma would roar at him, finding his gaze narrowed even further, "An entire sector of the ship had to be closed down because of your little stunt. I can't even imagine that you have anything to say about it."

Jacob hadn't really thought of the consequences of his actions, how him breaking that pipe might effect other people, or someone else that could have been caught in it. This wasn't something that he even considered when he was doing it. His own desperation having worked against him, having blinded him to what he was doing. He had to tell him that he couldn't work under Malcom, that he was being entirely mistreated by the new Lead Technical Officer.

"I'm so sorry Captain, but I had to see you. I can't work..."

Again he was cut off, the feline putting on a show of power, an authority for the sake of other people looking and listening on so that nobody would question his loyalty to the fleet. That of course meant that he needed to make an example of one of the slaves and his friend was the only one trying to purposefully mess up. "You don't have the choice of working, slave, but do to your actions I'm forced to confine you to your rooms. Since you like talking so much I'll even make sure to have your gag turned on permanently as well as your mittens."

"What? But I.. ughmmm.." The gag instantly activated right there, his hands once again swelling into balls that covered the fingers and left Jacob to be taken away by the soldiers standing behind him so that he could be escorted back to his family sized room. The cold, icy feeling of betrayal from his long time friend washing over him entirely and leaving tears streaming down his face as the guards pushed him along.

* * *

The loud series of knocks left the quick movement of the feline woman rushing towards the door, her body dressed in a common two piece as she quickly opened it to see who it was. She'd been waiting for so long for any word at all from her husband, from her lover, the man that she'd married being one of the "evil humans" that they kept talking about on the fleet news and left her worried that a bunch of outraged aliens might have attacked him, might have harmed him, or worse tried to end his life. As she witnessed the state her man was in she gasped quickly, her eyes widening at the sight that he'd been given back to her in. The guards helped to explain about what he did, that he broke a toxic gas main and that for punishment that captain had ordered him to his cabin for months while having to suffer wearing a ball gag and his swollen mittens. It was something that she wasn't happy with, but was glad to take on just for the sake of having her husband back in her arms again. Her attention was on her husband, guiding her to turn her attention to him entirely and leaving the guards to exit her cabin while she cooed gently to her love and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

The kiss that she'd given him was a start, beginning to grant him hope again as he snuggled up into her arms. His grunts, gasps, and drooling moans didn't make very well placed sentences leaving this puma to have a completely different idea. She'd fetch him a pen and notebook, something that he could write in, but even then his fingers couldn't bend to grip the pen leaving him completely unable to communicate with the one person that could even come close to making things better. The worried look that washed over his face shown that he was afraid of losing her over this, that he was worried she might not be able to take it, but the more he struggled the more she comforted him, the more he felt her pull him in and nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Tears once again streamed his cheeks, his breathing was sporadic and his very body shook with how upset he was over the entire situation, the hatred of so many others having effected him in so many ways in just one day and left him shaken to his very core.

"Shhh.. It's ok, Jacob. We'll get through this. I promise that I'll never leave you. I'll be by your side now and forever. You're my husband, and I'll take care of you." She'd comfort him, giving him her generous smile, a smile that he looked on at and felt his worried starting to melt away. As long as he was with her this human felt that he could survive anything that they gave him out there in the rest of the ship.