You turn to starboard

“Keep at it!” you order. But it is the wrong call.

The enemy ship grows ever larger on the horizon. They fire their gun multiple times, and Elena is barely able to dodge the continuous barrage of projectiles. As time passes, the window of options narrows, getting you closer to the inevitable.

“Turn to starboard!” you raise your voice. But by that time there is another shot screeching through the darkness towards you. Elena is unable to dodge it: There is simply not enough room.

You hope for a moment that the shield could hold. That hope is soon swept away however, as the brilliant projectile collides with your vessel, tearing through your energy shield and your armor. You feel your body launched forward. You raise your hands in defense, but it is too late, and everything goes dark.

You feel a gag being inserted in your mouth.

Someone gropes your breasts and places cuffs on you.

You want to protest. But everything goes dark again.