Chelwon, an inhabitant of Planet Zorg, stretched his six arms and four legs, all orange like his skin. Then he set out on his daily run.
He passed by the orientation center, where new prisoners were teleported before beginning slavery. “Hmm ... wonder if anyone new is here?” He slowed to peek inside, and saw four new captives.
“Where are we? How’d we get here?” a woman stuttered.
Chelwon smiled as he listened to the usual spiel about traveling through space. The slaves’ shocked expressions never got old.
The Zorgs had business to conduct, with the new inhabitants. A promising start.
He passed by the orientation center, where new prisoners were teleported before beginning slavery. “Hmm ... wonder if anyone new is here?” He slowed to peek inside, and saw four new captives.
“Where are we? How’d we get here?” a woman stuttered.
Chelwon smiled as he listened to the usual spiel about traveling through space. The slaves’ shocked expressions never got old.
The Zorgs had business to conduct, with the new inhabitants. A promising start.
