hybrid_prince | For Garrrr

Gar didn't expect to get an answer but he'd still hoped. All the same he should have expected what happens next as he catches sight of the baton. There's a low sound that comes from him, something a bit mournful.

He really hated that thing, the tiger hated more. He knew what they wanted though and maybe he could keep from getting hurt more than necessary.

So he gets up onto his haunches and it's awkward feeling to transform in front of others even in this situation.

But the tiger's angry and Gar roars, launching himself toward the stranger appraising him but of course he only throws himself against the container.

Oh. Oh that is very interesting. Dorrek chuckles and stands, and as he does the deep violet of his cape swirls around him. It flows like wind itself, light but somehow heavy with portent as he strides down the steps to tap on the clear barrier that is keeping the... oddity contained.

"Quite interesting," he says, using English. The same language he heard the boy speaking. "Skrull are not good at doing animals, of course. But you look like an overgrown, green Flerkin."

"Less dangerous," K'lrt immediately dismisses.

"Perhaps," the Emperor agrees, tilting his head as he considers the creature. "And it fought alongside the humans? Any chance it is...?"

"Biology implies it is an earth species."

Dorrek shrugs. There was always a slim chance that, when the Skrull had visited Earth millenia ago someone had bred with the natives. Apparently not in this case.

Gar had intended to just stay in his tiger form to do his best to try another fruitless escape because that's what the tiger wanted to do and it's instinct was to do what it wanted regardless.

But hearing someone speak English, Gar pauses. There's a lower sound and then he's transforming back, pushed back into the corner staring at the being that's clearly in charge.

Please send me home, he wanted to say but he bit his tongue, quite literally to stop the words. They weren't going to send him home...would they be like Cadmus, though? Experimenting on him and making him do horrible things or would they just kill him?

"What do you want?" Because really he's tired of being talked about like he's an appliance being bought.

Not an appliance being bought. A gift being given. And one that Dorrek doesn't think he's going to turn away. For a moment he stands there, looking at Gar, clearly unbothered by his state of undress. Then the emperor crouches a bit before the container.

"What are you?" he asks, not bothering to answer Gar's own question.

Gar sighs loudly when his question gets ignored again. He can't back away further than he already is but he'd tried to cover himself as best he can which isn't well.

"I'm just a human?" he answers, shrugging. He thinks that's what the other's trying to ask. "I got sick and a doctor helped me and it's basically a side effect..."

Look, he doesn't really understand how Dr. Caulder did it.

Side-effect. The Skrull men all look between each other and Dorrek tries not to laugh.

"You insult us," Dorrek shrugs as the young man explains. And then he's shifting, changing, skin flowing far smoother than anything Gar can manage. Because Skrull? This is what they do. A racial trait. And after a second, Gar is looking at himself, but dressed as the young emperor. "What we do isn't a 'side-effect'."

Gar's own voice, thrown back in his face, though with quite a bit of disdain.

"That's just fucking weird," Gar can't help it. The words are out of his mouth before he filters them. He flushes right after, swallowing because the shock turned back into fear.

"I'm sorry... but... you asked about me... not you."

Fucking weird? Dorrek frowns as he stands, and still he looks like Gar. He waves a hand and K'lrt steps forward, his hand going to fire, which he reaches for the cage the implication is clear. No insults, or face the fire.

"Don't be crass," Dorrek dismisses. "After all, I hold your life in my hands."

Gar hadn't really been meaning to be insulting but the fire makes it clear that the other definitely hadn't liked what he said. He bites down on his lip and god he hates this damned container and that he can't get away.

"Well maybe it's normal for you but kind of not normal for me to see you turn into me...I can just turn into animals...or like well two animals...."

He's rambling. He bites down on his lip to stop himself before he gets himself a face full of fire or...whatever.

"Inferior in every way," one of the two skrull who took Gar declares. And the emperor just glares until the man shuts up.

And Dorrek? He lets himself melt back into the form he had earlier.

"And what are you called, gift?"

It was kind of a relief when it wasn't his own face looking back at him but still.

"Gar."

Gift? God are they back in like the 1st century?

They are so far beyond that point it's not even funny. Humans can't even leave their own star system yet. But Dorrek? He nods and smiles.

"You will be comfortable here, Dorrek. But be smart. Leave your claws to yourself."

He waves and another set of guards approach, along with two female attendants.

"He is to be cleaned and fed. Be careful, the... kitten has fangs."

With that Dorrek turns away and starts back up the steps to the throne.

"I suggest you behave."

"I want to go home. Why would you want to keep me as a prisoner?"

Gar, you are going to get yourself killed. He feels his jaw tighten at hearing himself talked about and there's something like a growl from him at the suggestion.

But then again what can he do at the moment? He really would rather not die.

"Your home will not be yours for long," Dorrek dismisses. "but you will see it again some day. When it is the new Throneworld. Now surely you'd like some clothing, would you not?"

The young man seems like held have opinions on decency. Not that Dorrek cares. Yet another tiny gesture, and the two Skrull military men give a salute before turning and striding away.

Gar didn't want to think about what that meant... Would everyone he loved be dead by the time he does see it again?

"Yes," he mutters, because he's cold and he doesn't exactly like how vulnerable being naked makes him feel.

So he'll do what he's told getting cleaned up and fed he supposes is what's next like he's a new pet just brought home. But clothes...and he was hungry anyway.

Dorrek isn't even paying attention anymore. Already his attention is to K'lrt who is returning to his side, discussing some other matter in the Skrull language. It will be quite a few hours before the two will meet again. The guards roll Gar's container away and soon he's going through a whole process. They have something like guns on him when the tank is opened in what is clearly a bathroom, and a woman clamps a band not unlike metal around Gar's wrist. A gold metal gauntlet that is very snug and, if Gar so much as attempts to shift while wearing it, well... the shock would be far more powerful. And if that didn't knock him out, the thing would not come off without certain guards touching it, so it would constrict tightly around Gar's wrist, cutting off blood flow to the thicker tiger leg and paw.

From there on to say the new property of the Emperor is pampered. There are beautiful women to bathe him in a tub deep enough for even the very tall Skrull to swim in. The clothes they offer him are robes, a deep violet that drape over him with sinfully soft folds. Clearly the clothes are meant for someone bigger, but the women hem it right then and there to fit Gar properly, trailing just a bit after him. And then they guide him out.

They don't have to touch him to do it either. One of the women has a ring, the same color as the cuff around his wrist, and when she pulls with it, it drags at Gar as well. And so, between that and the weapons, Gar will be led through lavish halls until they guide him through a large set of doors and into an even more lavishly appointed suite. Like, clearly an important person resides here. A bed large enough to put several full grown Skrull, surrounded by lush red curtains around it. And, of course, a table covered with a good deal of food.

And from there the women bow and slip out, and the guards wait inside the door but don't move, utterly impassive as they leave Gar to eat, all on his own.

Gar is a bit relieved to be out of the container but the gauntlet is strange and he doesn’t ask what it does. He can guess. He sort of wonders if these people talk English since he’d been taken prisoner it’s been a rare thing for someone to even talk to him and that was a bit like torture to him.

He really doesn’t understand any of this, why there are people bathing and dressing him. Why he couldn’t just have normal clothes. What had happened to his clothes anyway... he kept all his thoughts and questions to himself. He was clearly still a prisoner with weapons pointed at him. He had a feeling no one would care about just killing him.

And before he knows it he’s alone with the guards and maybe he should have taken time to ask those women questions. Would they have understood him? Would they have answered? Well, now he won’t know.

The guards definitely arent going to be any help. After a few minutes of staring dumbstruck around the room he goes to the table and starts eating. He feels like he’s starving.

Once Gar finishes he stares at the gauntlet on his wrist and then he pushes his hands through his hair as he stares at the table instead. How the hell was he going to get out of this?

Frankly, Dorrek's just about forgotten about the Earthling when he returns many hours later. He was definitely very tired, it had been a long day. A long week even. But he enters the room with a swirl of his cape beside him, and tossing a seriously large sword toward a guard. The man caught it and moved to hang it from some pegs on the wall.

And that's when Dorrek notices him. It's as he's undoing the clasp of his cloak, and he pauses to look at the strange human briefly before flinging the thing aside.

"You have eaten?" he asks as he continues shedding pieces of royal regalia. Should really summon a bodyman for this but... no. Not yet. He has other ideas.

It’s then he really puts two and two of where he is but honestly he still doesn’t know what the other wants with him. Or he’s just not letting himself imagine because he’s not sure if his imagination could do worse or better than whatever the reality is.

Gar looks up at him when asked a question. “Yes.”

He frowns as he tries to figure the other out. “What do you want from me here?”

"Want?" Dorrek chuckles as he moves to the table and starts to pile a plate with food. "Nothing. You are a curiosity at best. An amusement."

Once he has a full plate he moves to a couch and lounges across it.

"You have no clue where I am, do you, Gar of Earth? Or even What I am?"

“Then why can’t I go home?” Gar asks and maybe it’s a bit insolent but he is a brat.

He shrugs a bit at the questions. “Seem like some kind of rich person with more power than anyone needs.”

Gar’s fingers tap on the table where he still sat. “Someone who can get better entertainment than me.”

"Ah, wealth would make it so much simpler on you, would it not."

Gar lifts the coronet from his brow and tosses it before waving a hand. The guards at the door leave the room, no doubt taking up posts outside.

"I am Emperor Dorrek, the Eighth of the name, ruler of the Skrull. And it is my lofty fate to conquer your world to name it the new throne world of my empire. And you? You are a strange thing and I am quite interested in you."

“So you’re a rich, powerful and greedy guy, okay,” Gar mutters.

“Why can’t you leave my world alone? Seems like an unnecessary fate doesn’t it?”

Gar’s fingers touch the stupid gauntlet he still is having to wear, knowing it might as well be chains or the container he’d been in earlier.

“Why are you interested in me?”

Gar still considered himself a nobody.

"While you see it as unnecessary, the fact is that fate is fate," the Emperor shrugs as he starts picking at food. "And the origin of it is not your concern. We will take your world, and shed the least blood we can. Humanity shall be a vassal state to the Skrull. Your people will benefit, the ones smart enough to bend the knee. We have technology as you cannot fathom. Medicine and advances to clean your planet."

They are destroying it anyway. As for the other thing, the Emperor rolls his shoulders.

"Skrull are one of few species in the universe that can alter themselves. And even we cannot become animals. You intrigue me."

Gar thinks fate is stupid and a load of bullshit but this guy seems to believe in it so saying as much doesn’t really have any point.

“So you’re basically just going to make us your slaves and tell us it’s for our own good,” Gar rolls his eyes. He can’t help it. Behaving really isn’t his strong suit on a good day.... and he is not having a good day at all.

“Great. So are you going to torture and experiment on me too? Because I could really pass on that....”

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