Gangs?

Your head is spinning from the violent landing, and as you try to move your arm, you feel it constricted by something. Hazily looking up, you see that both your hands have been chained to opposite sides of a wall, forcing your head to stay low and your knees to be your support. The one piece piece of armor you wore has been stripped away, and in its place you find nothing more than a metallic like two piece bikini. As you begin to regain focus, you can hear two people talking just around a corner.

"Did you find anything else in the pod?"

"A man. He was knocked out. We've already dealt with him."

"Good. Now, let's go check on the prisoner."

You hear two pairs of feet round the corner, and soon you're met by two men. One is tall, around six feet seven, and he seems decently muscular. The other is shorter, standing at about five foot five and is much more scrawny. Both are dressed strangely, and as they see you're awake, they smile.

"Brejik's going to be happy with this one." The scrawny one says. "Nice body."

"Don't get any ideas." The muscular one says, "We have our orders."

"They don't need to be carried out for another hour though." The scrawny one replies. "We have time."

The muscular one seems to be thinking. You pray to god that he'll just follow through with his orders.