Girls from the engineering decks hang in sight of the roasting ovens, but their fate will be different. Waiting for them are hard chairs with restraints and spits.

The chief Engineer is pretty smart about all things mechanical, and she predicts what their purpose is: to behead them and spit their carcasses.

The Ensign beside her isn't convinced by the lead engineer's gruesome statement. Somehow, she thinks, things will turn out alright.

But the nearby row of decapitated and spitted Vexanite sows disagrees with her rosy assumptions.

In just a few minutes, the stupid Ensign is going to be just another snuffed and spitted sow right there beside them.