[SierraHigh]

If someone told Oliver years ago that an alien race would take over Earth, and that he'd be pregnant carrying one of their young, he'd probably have suggested you go to the loonie house. But now it was a harsh reality he'd been living through and he hated it. He'd always been a labor slave, doing simple tasks, but this was his first time being picked as a breeder slave and it was really starting to take its toll on him. He'd never been told how many young he was carrying despite there being adequate technology that could tell - his owner was simply stubborn, and apparently liked a surprise. Everything was sore and tender and swollen and he hoped he would just go back to being a labor slave, although truthfully he was hoping he'd be able to get away and not be a slave anymore at all. There were trickles of groups of rebellions with humans involved which was what he'd planned to search out, but now it wasn't looking to be in his favor.

"To get it done faster..?" Oliver's brows knitted together and he grimaced, pressing a hand to his heavily swollen belly at the feeling of the alien young shifting about. "I-I don't know. I guess you'd have to ask him." Unsure of what to do, Oliver tried to edge around the group of gillions tentatively. "I've gotta get going," he tried.