You get the hell out of here

You might have enjoyed your time here, but there are also other things in life. You slip your wrists through the cuffs, unlock your remaining restraints, and open the hatch with a swift movement.

As you drop on the cold floor of hangar bay, you immediately start running towards the crowd. After a few seconds, you have blended in. And with that, you have your freedom.

The next few hours, you keep biding your time here. And you realize regular humans are far too gullible for the likes of you. In no time you are able to get some clothes on your naked body. Plus you get some telers to spend. Which in turn enables you to get a holo-console, and get your vessel to leave the rock where it was parked previously, and come to get you here instead. Of course, you wait a week before you would do this. Just to make sure the pirates are gone. After all: you are not an amateur!

“Gosh,” you exhale, once you are back in your vessel, tilting your back to the pilot’s chair. You run a system diagnostic, just to be sure, but - as expected - the pirates didn’t risk going up against your security measures, nor they were in the mood of wasting some precious ammo. One signal for ignition. Around twenty minutes of waiting for the traffic. And you are already in space, ready to carry on with your life.