Reavers weren’t exactly known for their genius, which was probably why Jubal accessed their airlock so easily. As he closed the outer hatch and opened the inner after a few seconds of preparation, he had a few seconds to hide before being discovered. The ship was and Old Stingray class frigate. Smaller then a Firefly, and less functionality, higher speed. The sort of ship Reavers used to grab prey and then head out into the black like demons into Hades. Jubal shivered as he heard the gnawing of one Reaver’s upon what sounded like a raw bone. As the creature looked up, Jubal shoved the gun in his mouth, and fired a muted shot. The man or beast fell like a sack of salvage and Early shook his head. He had been delivered from purgatory into hell…

‘No radiation warning...’ he thought as he checked the suits internals on his wrist. His luck was holding, if luck had gotten him here.

He could hear screaming going on in different compartments, and a hell of a lot of growling. He kept his mind to himself, there was no telling how far gone the minds of Reavers were, and he had learned to not listen to insane thoughts, they tended to drive potentials mad themselves.

Slowly but surely he made his way to what looked to be a fairly safe spot, near the forward compartments, as he breathed the foul air, Jubal shook his head, how the hell was he supposed to get out of this.

“He-help me.” The muted voice was pained and weak.

Early looked up startled. His gun pointed skywards. There, a girl of maybe 20 was strung up like a pig to be slaughtered. She had blood running down her face, dripping off her nose. She was actually pretty, if such a thing could apply to a woman with dried blood on her cheeks. Early thought about shooting her not for mercy sake, but before she attracted attention. For some reason he didn’t, “Not a whole hell of a lot I can do for you Miss, I need these bullets case one of those things decides to do to me what its planning of doing to you.”

“I…have money…I can pay…please.” The girl pleaded.