"How did you end up in here if I may ask?" the warrior asked as fell to the ground from loss of blood.
"Back on my home planet I was toy maker and I had just found a new way to make my toys come to life but just as I was about to see the king of my people there was a sudden attack on my planet. Those razors beaked, feather brained beast plundered and killed every one of my people as Serpentix single handedly took on the king's army. I hid like a coward in my basement as everyone I knew was being slaughtered, when I realized that the sounds of screams stopped I slowly walked back top side. Which I wish I hadn't for all there was left were the bloody corpses of my people and the Tanga's were eating them like a gourmet meal. Suddenly one of those things grabbed me and pinned me to the ground. That's when he walked up and asked me what the devise was in my shop, I told him what it did that is when he made a proposition I could not refuse. He would spare my life if spent it making warriors for him to take over the galaxy. Of course, at first I disagreed and that is when he punched me in the face which felt like and asteroid hit me with all its force. He snapped his fingers and the Tanga's ripped my fur off where all was left was bare skin and blood. What else could I do, I gave in just to save my life and so me and my machine was brought here and I have been here ever since."
Finster hung his head in shame for he felt he had let his people down and he realized for the first time since his capture that he was the last of his kind.
"I am sorry for your loss my friend but it you hadn't there would be no more of your kind, who knows maybe someday you will be free." I stated as I try and sit up against the wall next to him.
"Thank you, it's been so long since I have had company or had a friend, but what is your story of why they let you live?" Finster asked as he rips his blue apron and uses the strips to try and stop the bleeding of my body.
I told him my story of Rita and Serpentix attacking my people as well, but he was after the sacred power of the ancients and how they think I was the guardians of them and everything in between. Finster just sat there in trance in the story like a child being told a bed time story, but I think it was mostly the fact that he was no longer alone and the fact that it wasn't just him being used.
"That is a fascinating story stranger, from the scratches on your body I would say if you're not the protector you are defiantly a warrior to last this long and not parish let alone pass out."
"I start to fade in and out of conciseness as I do my vision gets blurry, next thing I know the lights go out and I feel my head hit the Borbish stone floor which is like lava rocks wrapped in rose bushes without the flowers.