It took roughly an hour for Aakle to explain the plan to them and another thirty minutes to persuade them to do it. Many of them said it was impossible, while others said it was like signing their own death contract. But it was better to die getting out than boing on Oriox.

   His plan was simple, kinda. Climb up the chute, get into the kitchen, wait for the captain to walk in, knock him out, surprise the guards and voila, they were free. There were just a couple problems, like how to climb up the chute. Several men tried but ended up sliding back down, the walls were just to slippery.

   After the fourth try Aakle came up with another plan.

   "We're gonna use these as picks." he said, holding up several bars from the bottom of the bunk bed.

   "Your crazy." one man said, laughing. Aakle frowned and walked up to the chute. He took his bar and swung at the metal slide. The impact made a huge dent, allowing him to pull himself up. The other men clapped as he began the slow ascent upwards. Soon all of the men had bars and were following him up. A couple slips caused men to slide back to the beginning but finally the chute leveled out and they were able to crawl.

   When they finally reached a small metal door Aakle looked out. They were in the kitchen. The chef was making something that smelled like a pile of barf. He turned and walked towards the chute door. Aakle realized that he was going to dump the contents down into the cell below. He grabbed his bar and waited for the right moment.

   The door opened and he swung wildly. The first hit knocked the pot out of his hands and spilled the boiling substance onto his foot. The chef began to wail in pain, but another whack from Aakle silenced him. He fell over, crumpling to the floor. Aakle made sure he was still alive, the last thing he needed was to be accused of murder.

   There was still a pulse and his stomach rose up and down, indicating that he was breathing. Aakle breathed with relief, but not for long. Footsteps were heard outside of the door.

   Then someone began to talk. "I heard a loud scream." a low voice said "Wonder what's up." there was the sound of a latch being pulled over and the door swung opened. Three guards stepped in.

   Aakle yelled, swinging his metal bar. The first swing knocked one man unconscious and wounded the other. The third one yelled and ran out, going to notify the captain.

   "We're going to be found, sitting like ducks waiting to be killed." one man said, swearing under his breath. The other men in the room became really quiet as they realized the seriousness of the situation.

   That was when Aakle noticed a slight pull in his feet. A loud engine roared to life and the spaceship began to rise. "They must've left the Galacticport so we couldn't escape." Aakle said, fear flickering in his eyes.

   "What now?" one man asked.

   "Yeah, what's your big idea not?" they wondered. Aakle could see the feverish look in their eyes, like they wanted death and only his death would satisfy them.

   "Without me we'd still be in that dungeon." Aakle cried.

   "At least we'd be safe." one man said, staggering forwards. Aakle watched in horror as he lifted his hands to kill him. Then there was a bang and he fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his face.