[ WP ] Aliens have abducted you in a random sampling of men , women and children . Analyzing your cell , and the artificial gravity in the ship , you conclude that your captors hail from a planet with a only fraction of Earth 's gravity - and they have seriously underestimated our strength .

I shake my head in a vague attempt to clear the remaining nauseous feeling. I glanced around the chamber that they held us in. Sterile and white. It seems I was one of the last ones to wake up. My eyes meet with the other coldly furious eyes of the men sharing my cell, each of us sitting in a cage mounted to the ceiling, facing a center podium. 
 
 I ca n't remember how they took us. Any attempt to remember that night just gives me short flashes of memory. The picnic, with Kat giggling as I spilled wine on my new trousers. A great wind kicking up, blinding us from the dust. A great light overhead. 
 
 My head begins to throb with a familiar headache as the door opens. 
 
 They're an unusual species. Similar to us in size, but the resemblance tends to end there. They resemble closer to grasshoppers, 5 feet tall grasshoppers with blue chitin coating their bodies. The headache is a side-effect of some strange buzzing they make constantly, like a dog-whistle for humans. 
 
 All I really care about is how bloody smug they are. 
 
 It is really hard to detect smugness in something that does n't have a human face but these guys reek of it, like cheap whiskey on a drunk. They gloat about experimenting on us constantly, about how the human women will sell for a lifetime's worth of'credits' as they call them, and how we'll make fine worker slaves for something they almost reverently call'The Hive'. 
 
 A coughing noise interrupts their speech, from one of the cages. A guy named Adam. Good kid, barely an adult. Does n't stop them from going to hit him with the lances they use, bloody things carry a serious volt. 
 
 It's at that point I brace myself and throw myself through the bars of my cage, with the other men in the cell following suit. It only takes 2 of us to kill 4, picking one up in each hand and smashing them into the wall. There's grins and high fives all round as the four of us heft our freshly stolen lances and stroll out the door. 
 
 I bet you're wondering how we killed them that easily, how we broke the bars of our cells with almost no effort. 
 
 It was Adam's idea actually. He was the first one to notice that the gravity was far lower than usual. Enough to run, enough to walk comfortably, but just too little than what we were used to. 
 
 Turns out they'd built the whole prison off the basis of that gravity. Creatures that developed in lower gravity should biologically have less muscle density, meaning they'd be weaker than us. That little tidbit was Cameron's input, a biologist from Surrey. After that we figured out we could snap the bars just by squeezing them. 
 
 Honestly it made me feel dense for just being a carpenter. 
 
 We storm through the halls, cutting and cleaving our way through every mantis we find. A decent one handed swing with one of these lances shears them completely in two. We finally find the other holding bay, holding our wives, our children. 
 
 I search the crowd with hopeful eyes, looking for my fiance. 
 
 There's sobbing and crying as everyone reunites with their loved ones. 
 
 I ca n't see Kat anywhere. 
 
 The other women wo n't meet my eyes. 
 
 Any attempt to ask where she is, where they took them, just gets met with tear filled eyes. 
 
 I do n't remember what happened after that. I remember grabbing a lance, the other people telling me that I just needed to accept that she was gone. 
 
 I remember slicing through the doors, that material they use everywhere in the ship shearing under my fists like the walls were made of butter. 
 
 I remember my bloodlust refusing to fade until I'd crushed the skull of every mantis between my fingers. 
 
 I remember saving my dear Kat from under the leaders gaze, taking his rather unique lance from him after I used it to cleave him in two, a clicking death rattle his final words. 
 
 
 
 
 This was 10 years ago, to the day. I smile and pour out a drink that we'd salvaged from an An'Burak vessel. My second-in-command, Adam, brings me the deep-space radar readings of a vessel we detected earlier that day. I give the word and he rallies the men and women. 
 
 I sit in my captain's chair, the mantis leader's chair from so long ago. I smile at my beautiful wife, and ready myself for the jump. 
 
 We returned home immediately when we figured out how to steer the ship, and with a working model of a deep-space ship they had prototypes in 3 years. Complete models in 6. 
 
 They made a horrific mistake, showing humanity our strength. 
 
 The ship produces the familiar whine of the warp-space drive revving into action. 
 
 The jump begins, hurtling us into that odd not-space of the warp. 
 
 I smile a grin, and grab my lance. It sparks in response to my touch. 
 
 They took us from our homes. 
 
 Now we're going to take everything they have. 
 

