[secretsparrow]

There was a large round area with holding cells for the men. Each morning the doors to the cell would open and the men trapped within the ship would be allowed into a common room to mingle. Each night they would be put back into their cells. The door would close until morning. Sometimes they were taken by the scientist. When this happened they would be impregnated by an alien, something foreign to a human body. In addition, these pregnancy normally were shorter spaning between 4-7 days instead of nine months. They would be given a short rest after the birth and then the process would be repeated.

This had become Gear's new life. He didn't know how long he had been on the ship, but he knew it had been awhile. To long. This place was almost starting to feel familiar and he hated it. Gear stood six feet tall and was dressed in a large black T-shirt and sweatpants. He was in good shape for the most part. He seemed strong, although his belly had some weight to it pushing out only just starting to be noticeable. Gear knew that by tomorrow that was likely to change. He tried not to let it bother him, but he knew people had died here. Sometimes the guys couldn't take it. The aliens couldn't be delivered. What if that happened to him? What if this next time was it? No. Gear refused to die here. He wouldn't go down without some sort of fight.

As his cell door slid open Gear made his way into the common room. Others did as well hanging out and talking to one another. A few others were further along than he was. He could tell they were anxious. He watched some of them pace but something else caught his gaze. Someone new, a stranger looking possibly frightened by the scene before them. For a moment Gear didn't move. He simply watched studying them for a few moments.