A soldier only known to us as the 'lance corporal' died in urban combat in his world, but was surprised to awaken after death to an entity known as a dimensional observer. The observer recruits him to become a 'proxy' which interferes in dimensions...
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The merciful sun rises over trees at the crack of dawn surrounding the slave encampment, guards clad in steel and leather armour making their morning patrols through the camp reliving the ones who were on night duty. The light shines under the entrance tarp of a tent with a tightly crammed group of female slaves who differ in ages as old as 70 to as young as 7 and humanoid races, sleeping together in close proximity. Men and women sleep separately, no matter if they are family or not.
A horn blows in the near distance waking the group up, the youngest of them near ready to cry, " why do they wake us up early," she groans.
A girl 4 years older than her sits up then replies, "we have to be good girls or else we'll be in trouble." the little girl remains silent rubbing her eyes with her small dirt covered hands.
A girl about the age of 18 to 19 years old listens in the corner of the tent, she sits up and waves away her somewhat but not so short and messy dark orange hair covering her face, revealing her equally as dark green eyes.
"ARISE MONGRELS!" a voice reverberates.
The women begin to exit the tent, leading the younger ones by the hand. Outside of the tent is the sight of a handful of similar slave tents, the women forming a line to be counted. Although it is early morning, the camp is bustling with sounds, the nearby sight of slaves being guided to their work stations or other men and women carrying sacks filled with minerals from the mines.
"Too slow, wake up before the horn sounds" the man clad in armour to the neck down calmly retorts as he counts the total number of slaves in the line. "You heretics are here for resisting the will of our divine leader, may I remind you," he follows up with.
Two other less-armoured guards stand behind their superior, who are then ordered to search the contents of the tent. The women wait in silent anticipation while they rummage through what little items can be found, the leading guard who is stroking his short beard looks at the women who are barefoot and wearing rags that are slightly torn as clothes, in disgust.
The two men exit the tent holding a small object, handing it to their superior who then inspects it. The guard holds up a makeshift toy doll created out of cloth, "A disgusting heretic totem of some false god, to whom-st does it belong?" he scoffs.
The women remain quiet, the younger girls fidgeting with nervous looks on their faces. The man smirks as he scans each of them before stopping and pointing at a woman with feline ears, his two subordinates grab the her by the ears while she screams in pain where they proceed to throw her to the ground and beat her to a state of near death.
The commanding guard watches with a pleased look on his face, as the women wear varying expressions of uncomfort and fear at being able to do nothing but watch or receive a beating themselves.
"LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU!" his voice booms, turning to face a girl with what resembles rabbit ears, except one is cut in half, who has a look of defiance.
