Yanda’s eyes widened as they passed caged humans and other human-like beings of varied appearances, one, two, three … She thought she counted nine. Their eyes followed her.
The uniformed escorts shoved her into the last barred cell. When the enclosure sealed, they left. Yanda stood in the center of the small, barred enclosure, and felt for her ID, comm unit, money. Nothing. Wobbly, she collapsed onto a narrow, hard bed at the side, dropped her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
“What name haff you?”
A tall, thin creature—Yanda thought female—peered through the bars from the cell across from hers. In the low lighting, Yanda made out what appeared to be feathered skin.
“I’m Yanda.” So she did know her name. At least she remembered that much. She stayed seated, feeling ill. “You?”
“I person Aktat” The bird-woman—a Jejod, Yanda thought—spoke with clicking noises, pressing a long, bony hand to her chest.
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