"come" ekechi ordered to the slaved people. pulling the chain they were attached to. one by one they went past, their eyes glazed over, hopeless. it was just as well, they were at the end, after being in a mining camp for 3 years, no one had much sign of life, or at least in any imaginative sense. think bothered ekechi not, he had been here for 4 cycles of new slaves, the sight was as common as the moon, coming and going, he didn't care for what happened to them, merely wished them to be gone so he may rest for a few days before the next group arrived, it was the only leisure time he had. he loaded them into the carts that had come to haul them away, to what he didn't care. ekechi wasn't really there by choice nor by the government at this point, he was originally a mercenary, but in recent months there hadn't been anything for real mercs to do, there had been one large prize a month ago but, it had been far too distant for him to actually get to before anyone else.
ekechi retreated back to his private quarters, which more resembled a well arranged planks against a concrete wall. he laid to rest early for the first time, in god knows how long. "i need to find a better line of work, merc work just isn't cutting it any more" he sighed to himself.
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