The Vasari Empire I

Lab'Ret never wished this. I never did. I don't think anyone would wish this. And yet here we are, looking at the next beacon. The next target. I thought it wouldn't be so easy to consume whole planetary systems, yet I look back and stare at the edge of oblivion. How did we come to this?

Over ten thousand years ago...

"NO, PLEASE SPARE HER!" He shouted at the distant Vasari Orbital Facility, not noticing it was already too late and where her heart had stood stands now a gaping hole. This was a sad day for Lab'Ret's people, a peaceful nomad colony of space drifters, made up of an assortment of beings of all shapes and forms. They did try to outrun the Vasari warships, despite knowing they never could. The Vasari were too vast. They were too slow to outrun such an empire. "Yt'renda, m'love..." he mumbled when catching her limp body, thrown in the pit that was now their prison. Their life was arduous, but she had been for him, a light in the dark. Now no more.

Their capture was of no importance to the Vasari, to them, thirteen new slaves was a mere speck of stardust in their universal empire. So they were crated and shipped to the Vasari home-world, to work in a newly open mining pit. Another gaping wound on a already bleeding planet. She defied them. She threw a rock at a passerby Vasari. She died. Just another body to pave the bottom of The Pit to the Vasari. His life's light.

But under their weight the floor caved in. Now cave in's are not an usual occurrence, for the Vasari home-world is a mostly metallic rock-world, dense and with a heavy gravitational pull. But nonetheless the rest kept working, in fear of the gaping hole they'll receive if they get out of line.

We fell, a dead body and a soon to be dead man. We fell and fell for what felt like forever, ready to die from the fall, either impaled on a metallic spike or a hard rock. And then we hit something. Something soft, which cushioned our fall. In the dim light of the two dying suns, filtered by the seemingly tiny hole. And through this dim light, the soft texture of fur and the stench of blood, I reached the conclusion that we fell on something not long dead. And through the thumps and growls in the dark, I ended up deciding my fate will probably be worse than dying from the fall. And my death far more painful and slow...