–My name is Kes, I’m a visitor. I’m friendly.– She told them.

One said something to his friend, the only word she understood was ’Ocampa’. The other looked at her and thought something at her. It was hard to make out, their minds and thoughts were so foreign to her, but it sounded like ’Come with us now.’ or something like that.

Somehow though, despite that they weren’t looking at her with hostility, she got the impression from the slight contact with their minds that she’d needed to communicate with them, that she shouldn’t trust these men. –I think I should go…– She said, backing away.

One of them made a grab for her. She managed to avoid it and started to run. They caught up with her very quickly though – they were so fast, had longer legs, and she was still tired from walking.

One grabbed her by the collar and, laughing, shoved her towards his friend and said something to him. The man began to tie her hands behind her back.

–Stop! What are you doing? I’ve done nothing to you!– She told them as she uselessly struggled to get away from them. She’d been right though, they were incredibly strong. She didn’t have a hope of breaking the grip of the man who was holding her, he seemed as unyielding as stone.

The other, the one who had caught her, smacked her across the face. It stung, and she bled from the corner of her lip, but she knew he undoubtedly could have hit her much, much harder. He thought something at her then that she understood to be something like ’Silence’ and ’Female’, though how her gender mattered, she didn’t know, though she got the feeling he was using her gender in a derogatory way somehow, as little sense as that made to her.

She did remain silent though. It was really apparent that speaking again wasn’t going to do anything more productive than struggling against her captors. She resigned herself that she’d just have to wait for an opportunity to escape at some point, hopefully soon…

What happened next was that she was thrown like a sack over one of the men’s shoulders and carried. Her head was over the man’s back so she could see the way behind them, but not where they were going. Though that hardly mattered much because she’d never been in the city before. As they walked, other people of the men’s race noticed her. She couldn’t help but notice that the women looked much different than the men, they didn’t have those odd hair styles for one thing, they dressed much differently, and didn’t act aggressive or brazen like the males did. Some of the people she passed commented to others they were with, some laughed, but none did anything. Once, a woman looked to her with sympathy or concern. Kes mentally asked her for help, but the woman looked surprised and then turned away and left. After that, she despaired that anyone here would help her, so she resigned herself to silence and patience for now.