Mark Veers, some guy

The metal doors opened with a loud clang. Many, many mechanical locks were inside of it, poles that when locked rooted themselves deeply into the surrounding walls, some hidden electronics, gas pumps, and hidden explosives... The full set like in s proper blast, vault doors. Or, in this case, a special security prison ones.

Mark sat on his bench bed and looked towards the opening. He didn't display any emotion, just observed in peace. He already learned that any sudden movements would trigger his shock cuffs, and paralyze him.

Two large, four armed creatures pushed inside a smaller one, that entered through and was certainly a humanoid. Two legs, two feet, human like shaped head. The doors behind closed and then locked with an equally as loud clang, as Mark waited for his new call mate to step into the light so he could see them.

The alien looked like a woman. Or at least she had the curves of one. Rather slender figure, a bit long arms, quite well endowed in the chest area. She was wearing the same, silver uniform as he was. Oh, and she was also red skinned. Her hair was black, in a long, thick and straight strands, she had a sharp face, and a physique of someone who spend a lot of time running. Slim arms, but nice, thick thighs.

She looked at him, and Mark accepted her challenge. His light blue eyes against her big, slightly glowing in the dim light of the room, yellow eues. They were looking at each other until she sat down on her bench bed, and said something that sounded like melodic grunts. Mark shrugged and shook his head, showing that he doesn't understand.

She raised her right arm, pointing at the shock cuff, and tapped it quickly, with her finger, twice. Then, she pointed at Mark.

He repeated her movements.

"Fucking finally." She said, in his ears with the perfect, royal English. "I can't believe I'm in a cell with a fucking primitive, someone who belongs in an oil age or some shit. Do you even fucking know where you are, primitive?"

"It's a prison." He responded, calmly. Clearly his new cellmate had a character.

"Holy big-giant head, a smartass, did the grand total of your three fucking brain cells figured it out? Fuck yeah it's a prison. But not only that, we're fucked in a deep shit and covered with sprinkles of some Namaja crap, because it's a quarantine prison. For new species, primitives like you. Oh fuck, you probably don't even know what a Namaja is, primitive."

Mark turned, and lied on his bed bench, placing his head on the pillow, and watching the ceiling.

"Then why are you here? Are you also a primitive?" He asked, and turned his head towards her.

"You fucking... I'll rip that fucking tongue out of your mo..."

She began, but Mark interjected:

"Sounds like a very primitive thing to do."

She grit her teeth.

"I fucking... I went, just a little bit illegally, to the primitive planet, and I got caught on the way out. I thought that those fucks will put me in the arrest and decontaminate me, but instead they fucking dumped me in here. And with you! Hey, what even are you, anyway?"

She asked, changing her tone completely, her big, yellow eyes were staring at him intensely.

"Are you asking for a specie, or a name?"

"Hmm... Yes!"

Mark chuckled.

"My name is Mark Veers. I'm a human. From Earth."

"Two names? And Earth? That's a fucking shitty name."

She giggled.

"Well, I have more than two names, I just don't use any others. Just call me Mark. And I didn't name the planet I'm from. Anyway, it's all pretty alien to me, as you can guess, and you are the first alien that I'm able to talk to. Normally, I'd panic or scream, but those collars are pretty effective at blocking any excessive emotions, so I'm managing to stay sane and calm somehoe. Anyway, who are you, and what species are you?"

She tilted her head.

"My full name is unspeakable through the translator, so I'll give you a short version. I'm Kaliasi from the planet Aleara. And in here, Mark, you are a fucking alien."