Prisoner on Tau-Ceti Two

Calvo glanced around, his storm grey eyes taking in everything. Two guards, their stun-guns hanging at their slim hips, walked among the prisoners, prodding with pain-sticks where work was not proceeding to their satisfaction, agonised screams ringing in response.

Calvo observed each guard briefly. He did not know their names, of course, only the numbers each wore on the backs of their skintight white uniforms. Guard 12, slim and small, her black hair cut in a severe military crew cut, tight little ass displayed beautifully displayed under her uniform, tits small, perky and cone shaped. Guard 18, taller, large breasted and stunning, her long blonde hair swaying just above her buttocks as she walked her face tanned and beautiful like some beach girl.

Suddenly, the awful wailing of sirens, closely followed by the roaring hiss of fighter drones. An attack! Prisoner and guard alike dived for cover as explosions began to blossom around the Prison complex. Lights went off ... the constant background hum of the forcefields was silenced. Explosions blossomed, hurling rock, mud, and bodies. Screams, shouts and panic filled the air as the attack was pressed home.

Now was Calvo's chance. He ran, covering the ground in a powerful, athletic sprint. He heard the whine and thud of stun-shots...at least one of the guards women had seen him, and was doing something about it. Zig zagging between tumbled boulders, he kept his head down and ran as if his life depended upon it...which of course, it did....