[ WP ] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic . No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters , nor any context to what 's going on , and no resolution of any kind .

`` Ready?'' 
 
 `` Yup'' 
 
 We sprinted through the narrow corridors of the ship, our emaciated bodies heaving and floating past doorways and alleys. Our captors would discover that we'd escaped our chains in any minute. We had fifteen minutes. We suddenly found ourselves in front of a Carvano door. Fuck. 
 
 `` Do you know the Darvah sequence, Ellen? `` 
 
 `` It's been years but I can try `` 
 
 I stepped up to the door and placed my palm on the reader. My life was now in the hands of the door. A single mistake would be our undoing. Months of preparation would go to waste. I began to dance with my hands upon the keypad, maintaining a strict rhythm and beat. My fingers moved deftly, but my mind was at great unease. This unwieldy foreign pattern of movements held our lives in a precarious balance. I slashed my hands horizontally through the air - the finishing salute - and waited. The door beeped, we were through. 
 
 Ellen grinned, her yellow teeth the most beautiful things in my tiny world. She kissed me and I could feel the dry flakes of our lips rub. The friction was odd but welcoming. She stepped back and her cheeks reddened ever so lightly. I fought to maintain composure. 
 
 `` Alright, all we have to do is commander the Scout ships and we're home free. Do you have the key? `` 
 
 She held up a bloody, detached finger. It was black and scaly, a Carvano finger. A claw might be a better word for it. 
 
 `` Yup, tore it off his paws before he could even smell me `` 
 
 `` My god, I love you. Let's go! `` 
 
 Suddenly, the high-pitched shine of a siren rent the air. They knew. We had ten Carvano minutes to escape. Thirty earth-seconds. This was going to be fun.
