desiredwatcher

The low hum of a generic country song filled the air of the musty bar.  The dim glow of the jukebox was one of the few sources of light in the seedy looking pub.  Most of the tables and booths were empty with only a few patrons here and there.  An Irken bartender with a perpetual scowl stood idly at his station, wiping down a glass. A pale, blue-skinned, well-dressed Vortian sat on a stool, passed out on the bar top.  A half-empty rocks glass sat inches away from his grip, long forgotten. The bartender made no reaction when the Vortian passed out.  He continued to make no reaction as a new potential customer entered his dark canteen, making

Donthar released a pleased sigh as he relaxed in a clearing near the location of the Raiders’ home base.  Things couldn’t have been going any better for him as he enjoyed some long needed rest and relaxation.  Months prior the vortian was a slave to a sadistic Taller named Blue.  He was forced to play house pet for the mad irken.  He was humiliated, malnourished, and worst of all forced to wear a demeaning loincloth.  Things would have been far more bearable if he was just allowed to wear some damn pants! Things only seemed to get worse as he was then forced by his captor to join a tournament where all combatants were forced to f