What's an outing without a little alien abduction
You are on your way home from a local medieval fair, held at a tourist venue castle.
You’ve had a good day. Your feet hurt from all the standing but your crutches haven’t gotten in the way too much.
You were there with your sister and your mother. You haven’t been able to get together much lately thanks to this and that so it was fun to catch up.
You are catching a lift home because you can’t drive very well due to your leg issues.
There is an odd flash in the mirror and you turn to your driver to ask…
You wake up on a cold metal floor, very sore and very stiff. Your bag is missing but your clothes, including the cowl you bought to match the one you bought your sister, is still on you.
Your crutches are missing and your feet are killing you. The special shoes you bought to cater to your feet issues are too tight because, after an hour and a half, you just wanted to go home and your assistant person of the day was running out of time.
You know if the shoes come off though, it’s going to be a BITCH to get them back on.
You need to get back on your feet, but your legs aren’t cooperating.
You grip the bars and they zap your hands. It’s painful, but no more than the zap from a cattle prod. Still, you need to get up right.
Your cowl is thick material but you don’t really want to damage it… needs must though.
Your cell is a LOT colder without it.
You can still feel the zaps through it but not as badly. You can grip it long enough to pull yourself up.
Play nine men’s morris which you learned at the fair with the two or three other human prisoners.
Humans are space orcs... but they don't account for injured or damaged ones like you.
They mistake your crutches for weapons and your stick figure drawing of them as a walking aid seems to have blown their minds a bit.
Nine Men’s Morris, which you have a copy of as it was handed out as a freebie seece the middieval society had a bench with the game on it and let you use the bench to sit and search in your bag if you were willing to try a game.
It was low key and fun and you played with your sister and lost terribly. You’re not at all logical or strategic
You were given a bag of counters and a print out of the game squares on a piece of paper. You’d tucked it into your cowl without thinking as it came with a matching pouch.
The game is well known through the galaxy and has vaguely religious overtones. That you have it challenges that none of you ‘death worlders’ are non sentient.
Most of the rules have been lost. Rather like the Egypian game Senet they have some idea of what to do but…