Page 46 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
She looks at me with a flicker of hope in her eyes, as if expecting me to end her suffering. Her hands tremble slightly, and I notice the marks of chains on her wrists.
She whispers words of comfort to the others, trying to keep them calm.
She’s not wrong.
These people have no business rotting in a dungeon.
Who would pay for Humans this frail?
What do I even do with them?
I let out a long sigh of exasperation.
I don’t enjoy being cruel for no reason.
How the hell did such pathetic creatures end up here?
Did Xhor seriously think he could profit off this?
I don’t have many options.
Option one: drop them off at a Confed base.
They’d welcome them with open arms.
But that’s not happening—there’s no way we’re getting anywhere near that organization.
Option two: kill them. It’s quick, clean, efficient. Considering the hell they’ve already endured in this nightmare of a place, maybe that’s even the kindest solution.
Option three: keep them here and put them to work.
But that’s starting to add up—especially if I include the orphaned kids we’re bound to find.
And I have zero interest in looking like some bleeding-heart leader.
I inhale sharply and turn to Banny.
“Clean them up and give them a meal. Tomorrow, assess them. The ones still capable will work as servants here. Somebody’s gotta cook and clean, after all.”
“And the others?”
“We’ll end their miserable existence,” I say, flatly.
Banny gives me a satisfied smile.
I don’t know what his long-term ambitions are, but for now, it seems he’s just fine with the new regime.
“Lord Noviosk, shall I show you the rest?”
“Lead the way.”
The next section is similar, just with a different species of slaves—and the same goes for the next one. And the two after that.
I end up having to put a few of them down—too damaged to be worth the effort it would take to make them presentable again.
Clearly, Xhor was a bit too lax with his assets.
Maybe he thought turning a blind eye to his guards' vices would buy their loyalty?
