Misty tapped at her ear trying to make out what was happening. What was this place. She looked at her cellmates. They were young, old, they looked so tired and hallow. They all were standing now lining up single file at the door waiting. When the door opened again. The guard shouted at them to move out.
"Can anyone hear me? they're moving us HEY!" The guards large hand grabbed her by the neck and and pushed her out the door with the others. She struggled in vain as she was pushed into a crowded room looking out to a ring stained with Misty could only assume was blood. As two slaves entered the ring and another wave of prisoners entered the already crowded room she heard a screech behind her as a prisoner pushed forward.
"Chalalox!" The prisoner screamed looking on in horror as the elderly looking alien entered the arena in worn armor.