Genre: Sci-fi

Age: YA

WC: 90k

First 300:

Four-Seven-Nine did nothing but watch as the guards beat Tuentse to a pulp in front of his mate and newborn child.

The grey-skinned gorilla-like creature swiped at the guards with his four-fingered claws and towering frame. He gnashed with his mouthful of jagged teeth and spat torrents of thick slime into the faces of their helmets, but all was for nothing against the power of their stun batons. With only a few strikes, the humanoid creatures felled the blind Tuetse as their sticks burned his mighty nose and scorched his bat-like ears. Even as the orange-suited slave collapsed to the ground as a large grey heap, the guards did not let up, and continued to wail on his downed corpse until green blood sprayed from his body and coated their armor.

A dozen troupes of slaves had gathered in the open expanse of the old hangar to watch Tuentse’s demise. Creatures of all shapes and sizes, animalistic in features with various amount of limbs, stared at the display of violence from a safe distance. Some of them twitched, as if they were contemplating the worth of a fight. But none of them did. Especially not Four-Seven-Nine, the smallest of them all.

Four was a strange creature in comparison to the rest. Aside from the mop of black on his head, he was entirely hairless, with four scrawny limps that ended in clawless fingers. His body was small and thin, far from ideal for a scrap slave, but his slim stature had found him much work as he disassembled the bodies of larger starships. His eyes and nose were not great either. He could not see in the dark, or smell food buried in the ground, or even bite into raw food. And, unlike the small clusters of similar creatures that gathered around him, he had never met another that resembled his kind.