hybrid_prince | For Garrrr

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....”

Fate is not stupid. Or so is the belief of a man who was raised to believe it with all of his heart. But he doesn't see the point to arguing with such a creature as Gar.

"Slaves? Hardly," Dorrek dismisses. "We will rule, not enslave. We're not that crass."

And yet here he is, with Gar. A captive. An oddity. Hardly can believe that. But he huffs at Gar asking if he would be tortured and experimented on.

"No, why would we do that?"

"Same thing," Gar mutters because what it sounded like to him is that you weren't going to have a choice but be ruled which means you definitely weren't free... and they're not making a great name for themselves all considering Gar's position.

Though, what Gar thinks probably doesn't matter much considering he's been treating like a pet of sorts thus far. He crosses his arms at the question.

"Why wouldn't you? You'd take over a world that doesn't want you and I'm pretty sure you've killed some of my friends already so..."

Well, the emperor didn't choose the position. But yes, he is definitely keeping the guy here.

"I have not seen the after action report. I have no idea what happened to your people. But the world is meant to be ours, we are the Skrull, we rule others. Lessers."

But then he looks at Gar, tilting his head and smiling a little.

"You are clearly a higher form of your species."

Gar just rolls his eyes. "People like you don't typically turn out to be the good guys in the history books," at least on Earth maybe it's different...

Gar doesn't trust the other's smile, doesn't trust anything about him.

"I'm just a science experiment is all. I wasn't born with any special abilities."

Oh Gar, poor boy, don't you get it? Dorrek was a savior of his people. A great unifier to be. He's definitely a good guy.

"Or you were always special, and didn't know it," Dorrek counters.

They'll just have to agree to disagree!

"That's ridiculous," Gar shakes his head and shrugs. "It doesn't matter anyway."

"Perhaps not."

Humans would respond better to a human overseer. Perhaps the young man could serve that roll, in time.

"For now, you should eat. Rest. All of your needs will be seen to."

"What about my need to go back home to everyone I care about?" Gar retorts, looking up at the other again for the first time in quite a bit.

The emperor sighs and looks at Gar, setting side his plate of food. Already the young man has ruined his appetite. Who the idiot was that has the man brought to his chambers was beyond Dorrek. He'd figure that out and punish them. He didn't need a mouthy human in his space.

"You are aware of the Skrull and our intentions for your world. Of course you cannot be allowed to return at this time."

"No one would believe me if I said anything..." Gar exhales but he knows he's not going to be able to convince him.

"So I'm just...a prisoner here then."

Which is worse than when he'd been at the Doom Manor at least that sort of felt like a home with people he cared about.

It is too early to be a prisoner of war, so that is clearly not what Gar counts as. But he most definitely was taken, against his will, by Dorrek's men. Men that had started conflict when they were merely supposed to scout.

"I will see to it that the men who took you are punished. But at this time, you must remain a guest of the imperial house. If it is your wish, I will see to it that you have space for yourself. It is the best I can allow. The band you wear, it is used to restrain our own criminals. It will keep you from bringing harm to my household."

"That doesn't help," Gar exhales. He doesn't care if the men are punished by this guy. He scoffs a bit when the other says the word guest.

"So I'm a prisoner, guests can leave. But fine, whatever," he's tired and angry and he's still scared.

“A long term guest,” Dorrek corrects lightly. “And that will be as easy or as hard on you as you choose to make it. Or if you wish, consider yourself an ambassador of your people.”

“You can dress it up anyway you like...” Gar sighs, crossing his arms.

“So can I get away from you now?”

A part of him is saying he should be nice, make the best he can.

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