It was sort of cold. But sort of not. This was the first thought that Phoebe had when her eyes shot open. The second thought she had was that she was behind glass. And the third thought was that she had a person watching her. She watched as the bottom of the sort of cold enclosure crept up, until it was level with her head. Then, it was gone completely. Phoebe decided that she must have been captured, and now she was going to die.

  The moment that her muscles were no longer paralyzed, her knees buckled. She was sitting on the ground, and breathing heavily. The lights... they were too bright. She squeezed her eyes shut. There were voices. Too loud. She covered her ears. She felt something touch her shoulder. She waited for the hand to clamp down, and yank her to her feet. It didn't. She slowly opened her eyes, despite the fact that it hurt to do so. She did not however, uncover her ears. She stared at the floor. It wasn't purple. It took Phoebe a moment to realize what that meant.  She raised her head shakily to look at the being with a hand on her shoulder.

    It was a human. Another human. At first, she smiled, which hurt her face. How long since she had smiled? Then, the smile collapsed. "Very funny." She whispered. The noise stopped, except for the infernally loud beeping sound. Phoebe uncovered her ears. "You really do love making sick jokes no one else thinks are funny. Don't you, Druids?" She spat out the last word.

     She wasn't looking up, so she couldn't see the confused expressions of the people in the room. "Are you okay?" Asked the one closest to her. In Phoebe's ears , it sounded deafening. "Stop it! Stop screaming!" She yelled, slapping the short ones hand off her shoulder. The person she had slapped had short auburn hair, glasses, and a green and white shirt.

    Phoebe stood up, and briefly looked around. Then, she bolted as fast as her body would allow while still slightly slow from the sleep pod. She wore an outfit slightly different than that of the other prisoners. It a black suit, with a glowing purple cuff on each wrist. The purple cuffs flashed on and off, giving Phoebe a headache as she ran.

She stopped running for a minute, and sat down. That was exhausting. She was catching her breath, and heard running down the hallway, not too far away. "Crud." She muttered. She decided to play dead. It had worked once before, maybe it would work again. She laid down on the floor, closed her eyes and went limp. 'Please think I'm dead, please.' Phoebe silently prayed. She was too agitated to drift off, but maybe they would buy it.

    Soon, she heard voices. "What was her deal? We totally saved her from the Galra ship, and then she slapped Pidge and ran off."

      "I don't know, but she definitely shouldn't be wandering the ship. What if she's not actually a prisoner?"

      "Isn't that her right there?"  Phoebe could hear them getting closer.

     "Is she dead?"

     "No, she has a pulse."

     "Hey. What's on her wrists?"

    "I don't know, but it looks Galra."

     "I could run some tests on it. But we'd have to take them off."

     Phoebe tensed up. She could feel someone trying to pull her left cuff off. Her eyes opened, and she screamed. It felt as though she has just touched a sparking plug, except ten times worse. Then, her left wrist was light.

"Why did she started screaming?" It was the voice of the one who had asked if she was dead.

"I'm going to take off the other one." It was the one who said she couldn't be trusted running around the ship.

Phoebe braced herself. Then, the feeling of horrible shocks. She bit her tongue, and tasted blood. Unfortunately, the right cuff seemed to refuse to come off.

"Are you okay?" A new voice. Female, with an accent.

Phoebe opened her eyes again, and felt shaky. "Why did you run away?" It came the one who took off the cuffs.

"What's your name?" The one who asked what her deal was.

"Phoebe." She said shakily. "Why did you capture me?"

Okay, so I'm going to try this, and I need feedback. What do you guys think so far?

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