Jason stopped in his tracks seeing the white haired girl. It was unlikely to be who he thought, but he had to be sure. He turned and ran towards the cages without thinking on it further. He was to the cage with the girl in it in an instance. “Gael! Gael, is that you?!” he shouted to her, trying to get her attention.

The girl turned slowly at first, but then she caught Jason out of the corner of her eye. A spark of recognition could be seen crossing her body. When she saw him hope filled her like a water filling a sponge left out in the arid desert. She was covered in mud and dirt, and obviously exhausted despite not having moved much in a while. She exploded towards the cage bars over the reptilian aliens, “Jason?!”

He’d never seen her so lively before. He was shocked, but more so, rage began to fill his mind. Looking around for a way to get her out of there he was suddenly confronted by the Sil`phane coachman. He revised his thought. This wasn’t a coachman, but a slaver, and one that had taken his friend as a slave. His hands reached for his dagger in the pocket of his hoodie. “Release her now!” he growled.

The slaver for his part stood between Jason and the cage and had no intention of freeing any of his slaves. They were his and no one was going to tell him what to do with his property. Originally, he had only wanted to keep Jason from causing a disturbance, but when he saw that Jason knew the girl he saw a business opportunity. When he saw Jason go for something in his hoodie he didn’t feel afraid, but felt he had better try to calm the situation before someone ended up hurt. “Calm down. I’m sure we can work out something that will benefit both of us,” the black and white Sil`phane said.

“I will calm down when you let her out of this cage and free her,” Jason said directly.

Unaffected by Jason’s boldness the slaver chuckled, “If you want her then you can pay for her. Surely, your world understands commerce. Then again, mayhaps they don’t considering all the trash about.”

Jason grimaced, “She is not a slave and the only trash i see around here is you.”

The slaver gave Jason a look calm anger. After hearing the irrationality of Jason and the unwillingness to deal with him, he turned away from Jason and went on about his business. There was no more use in talking to this new trash. He then stopped and turned back. “Get away from my property. I don’t need you causing me trouble.”

Jason’s hand gripped the dagger in his hoodie preparing to attacking the slaver in front of him. He tensed and grit his teeth. The slaver was full of openings that could be attacked. Jason knew that he could attack and defeat this person. Or so he thought with his new confidence from defeating of the wasp alien. He had taken in his anger addled mind that he had won, not survived by luck and he had forgotten that things do not work exactly as it had on Earth. There were items in this world that had properties that he could not explain which could overturn what one thought should happen based on appearances. When he was about to strike something hit his shoulder from behind.

Turning around Jason saw nothing and no one appeared to have just thrown something at him. “You’ll not survive long attacking him as weak as you are now,” a feminine voice rang out over the gathered crowd. He looked for the origin of the voice. It didn’t come from them, but from above them. On the roof of a nearby building a woman who looked human sat reclined with her leg over the edge. She wore the clothing made of the Latex like material of the ARMS devices. Her legs were covered in skin tight black pants down to her knees where they flared out into loose material coming down a quarter of her calf while wear simple open-toed sandals on her feet. On her upper body she wore a red top that looked like a long, black and red collared, button-up blouse with buckled belts across the front hugging her in such a way as to accentuate her exposed large bust. Her brunette hair was tied up into a ponytail but she had bangs the length of her face that frame it which along with the glasses she wore gaver the impression of a naughty librarian. To put it bluntly, she was a knock out beauty by human standards. How did such a person get her Jason wondered.

“Then what would you suggest? Run away? Let my friend... all these people be abused? Are you not ashamed of yourselves for letting slavery be done here?” Jason retorted.

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re all slaves here. Oh it is a pretty world, surely, but so are gilded cages,” she said bemusedly.

“They can only make you a slave if you let them,” he shot back fiercely, sure of his words.

“Then free them, oh mighty savior,” she smirked wickedly at him.

Jason heard her words and they reverberated in his mind. It froze him. His mind raced for a line of argument to counter her, but in the end, he found nothing. His heart broke as he knew there was nothing he could. He was too weak. The Sil`phane obviously had weapons that could best him easily and who know what type of protection he carried. There was no guarantee that even if he could best the slaver in combat that there weren’t people that work for him that were still yet better in combat and better equipped. He was at a lost at what to do.

As he stood there, the tension broke, the masses came forward engulfing him as the slaver pushed him out of the way. He fell back through the card and was left in one of the many alley ways that surrounded the market square. There was still time to get to his timberwright job, but he didn’t feel like it. If he didn’t though, he’d be homeless that night, and then what? Would he too suffer the same fate as his friend? At that moment a hand touched his shoulder and turned him to face away from the crowd and towards them. Jason’s eye went wide. In front of his eyes was a massive bosom pushed together by red and black latex. He looked up to avert his eyes, blushing. The woman he was talking to him earlier smiled down at him. She towered over him by about a foot. Definitely not human.

“Oh my, what a pervert! First, looking at the naked slaves and now you’re found staring at my chest,” she feigned being a offended by him looking at her body.

“I… I…,” he stuttered, his face lighting up bright red, almost matching the color of her clothes.

She burst out laughing at him and wrapped her arm around his shoulder, “Come on, it looks like you could use some stress relief.”

Jason thoughtlessly followed her lead walking where ever she lead him. She took him to a building just off of the town square. Its doors were large, so much so that she could easily walk through the door without bumping her head, and the look of the building gave off the vibe of some government institution. He wasn’t sure what they were doing at this place, but he didn’t care at the moment. He also wasn’t thinking that clearly with his head rest against the side of her breast. His reptilian brain was willing to go anywhere that she wish to take him. They entered building and he found that he was in a large room with several counters on one side, seats covering most of the floor space close to where they entered, and pathing ropes to direct the flow of lines to the various counters. It looked like a combination of a bank and the DMV, but it was completely empty save for them.

The bell chimed as they walked in and as they approached the front counter Mittana came walking around the corner carrying a stack of papers. She saw Jason and the tall woman out of the corner of her eye and dropped the papers she was carrying before running to the counter in front of them. “Wh-wh-what are you doing here?! D-don’t tell me you’ve started a harem already! Humans are such perverted creatures,” she said excitedly. Then she blushed, although hidden by her fur, and turned away waving her hand out as if trying to block him from looking at her, “Y-y-you won’t be adding me to your bed chambers!”

Jason sighed and face-palmed, “What are -you- doing here?”

“M-me?! I work here! W-w-what are you doing here? A-are you registering her as your property? First short girls and now big girls. D-does your lust have no l-limits?” she was having problems doing her job with thoughts of Jason’s lewdness running through her mind.

“Would you stop that! I don’t know why I’m here! Ask her,” he pointed at with her with his thumb.

Mittana’s eyes moved from him to the giantess next. Of course, this caused her eyes to first fall on her boobs. Mittana acted as if she had been struck by some invisible force. Then her eyes moved upwards to meet the woman’s grinning face. She stared lightning bolts into this woman as if Mittana was protecting her territory. “What are you doing with my Human, Kesruc?”

“You're Human?” the woman said, letting the thought play in her head. “I dunno anything about that. We’re here to register him for the arena,” she said with a wide smile.

Mittana looked from the woman back to Jason and then back to her, “Are you nuts Kesruc? Did someone hack you?”

“He needs to blow off some steam and the money,” she replied simply.

“Well then why don’t you just…,” she stops herself and blushes a deeper red. “Fine! If you want to register to go into the arena I have no choice!” She shouted and quickly filled out a form without looking at it carefully nor asking for Jason’s information. She knew it all from memory and it only took a second to be done. She stamped it and slapped it down on the counter, before running off back in the direction she came from. She forgot that she had dropped her paperwork and on her rush to get away she slipped on them and crashed to the ground outside of their sight, but well within earshot of them.

In Mittana’s rush she had completely ignored the fact that Jason never said that he was willing to enter. He was going to stop her, but she had finished filling the form and running out before he could say anything. It didn’t help that when she stamped the paper a alert popped up in his HUD. Opening it, he saw that it was a letter with the time and date for his match in the arena. It was later that day.

“Well, we better get you prepared,” the woman chuckled at the events of the last few moments and began to walk out the door towards the town square. Jason followed after her, not having much choice in the matter and it did seem like she might have a plan. He decided that it would be best to see what she had in mind. They made their way over to the elevator to the barracks where his journey had started a little over a month ago. It wasn’t a pleasant thought to think he was going back there, but he did have a reassuring thought. If all else failed the rooms in the barracks were still available.

“By the way, you can call me Hanshi”