It any society, s**t and the unfortunate sank to the bottom and there were always places like the Tarviisan pits. Human history was littered with them, and, it seemed, it was the same over the galaxy.
So Sparky felt right at home as he walked through the front gates of the pits and down the corridors. He was aware of the looks he got from the aliens he passed as they tried to work out whether he was predator or prey. He could understand it.
As a human—compared to some of these assholes, particularly the seven-foot guy who looked like he was hewn out of a cliff face—he looked small and soft, unthreatening. So he winked at them, just to confuse them, as he passed. If they thought he was a mark, they had another think coming. He hadn’t survived Ruas and countless other shitholes to go down
