It was harder to measure the passage of time when trapped in a dark cell, particularly when those who locked you up weren't concerned with such things as regular rations of food and water. Stark wasn't sure how long it had been since he came to the base, or how long it had been since the last time a guard appeared with food or water. It had been ( Read more... )

( And that's when the Scarrans showed up )

Yoti was finished with him, and Stark knew for certain now that his cooperation, such as it was, was not enough to earn him his freedom. Now he waited. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, and it was certainly nothing good and most likely involved Scarrans if Yoti's earlier threats were anything to go by. Still, he had no choice but to wait.

( In which Stark has nothing better to complain about than a lack of cupcakes. Someone needs to get his priorities straight. )

"I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't," Stark repeated, hugging his knees tightly to his chest. "I won't." It had been...he didn't know how long, actually. A weeken, at least. Maybe more. Once Stark had boarded the game designer's ship, he had found himself locked in a cell. In some situations familiarity can be comforting. This was not that ( Read more... )