Not in the Uncharteds, but rather in Scarran space
There were some people in the universe who would be impressed with the amount of currency changing hands when Yoti handed Stark over to the Scarrans. Stark was not one of those people. And there were some who would have been impressed that there was a full contingent of Scarrans aboard the transport that came to collect the Banik. Stark simply thought this was a way to ensure Yoti didn't try to ruin the deal. He also thought this meant any chance of escaping was gone. Not that he'd really felt there was much of a chance of escaping, but it was always nice to have a faint hope to cling to. You might think Stark was used to having these faint hopes dashed by now. You would be right.
Fighting back at this point was worse than useless. So Stark kept his head down and went along with the Scarrans quietly.
That was the plan, anyway. The Scarrans, fulfilling a number of stereotypes about their species, weren't inclined to make his trip easy. Stark was more than a little worse for wear by the time the transport reached its destination.
"At least Yoti wasn't violent," Stark was saying to himself as the transport docked. "Not much. Not really. Much better than this. Maybe not much, but stil better. Most things are better than this. Not all things. Just most things." He kept up a steady stream of quiet babbling as he was taken out of his cell.
"You hit him too hard," one Scarran said to his companion as they walked. Stark looked up, startled by this uncharacteristic statement. "You've knocked his brains loose," the Scarran continued, "just listen to him!"
A second Scarran laughed unpleasantly. "He's a Banik. Didn't have brains to start."
Stark nodded like an idiot in response to that and continued his quiet babbling as he shuffled along the corridors of...wherever he was. They didn't bother you so much when they thought you were crazy. He'd told a cellmate that once, what seemed like a lifetime ago. Most of the time it held true. Of course, the way his luck was running it wasn't likely to work this time. At least it wasn't going to make his stay here on this base, if it was in fact a base, any less pleasant.
One final shove through an open door knocked Stark to the ground. He struggled to get back up in time to see yet another cell door closing with a dull thud. And they hadn't even removed his restraints. The impulse to scream was almost overwhelming, but Stark managed not to. For now.
[As always, I am mean to my alien. Also, comments are like cupcakes...delicious.]