Torventian Exploits

The enslaved Torventians are docile, ugly creatures. Their grotesque, slimy bodies almost brings one to the brink of vomiting. Their scale-like green skin resembling a lizard, with their piercing blood-red eyes being their main discriminators from the humans who have for decades ruled over their kind. Humans came to Torventia roughly four decades ago, with massive fleets designed for intergalactic conquering. Torventia was a little yellow spec in the vastness of the universe. Its colonisation was for a purpose, not for the furthering of knowledge which would warrant peaceful relations between the two races, but rather the mining of resources and farming. For the humans, it was a relatively easy conflict as the Torventians were a relatively young race and had not developed the same level of sophisticated technology that humans brought with them. 

The vast yellow plains of Torventia are littered with the sight of millions working the fields and quarries. The bare backs of the Torventians exposed to the harsh sun through the rips and holes in the uniforms assigned to them. Rich oil fields drying up led to a shift of labour, with Torventia becoming a capital for agricultural goods which fund the ever expanding human empire.

Gue'rrek was one of the lucky Torventians to be working the fields instead of the alternative, being casted to the deep, dark and dank depths of the Torventian mines from which few return, at best a shallow shell of the creature they used to be. Gue'rrek stood in front of the mirror, his stark physique representative of the standard Torventian worker. His green lizard-like skin reflecting the harsh sunlight, his blood-red eyes piercing the mirror staring back at him. There were few discrepancies between Torventians, different from humans who came in all shapes, sizes and colours. This created a sense that every Torventian is no different from the other, and the waves of workers tending the fields look as if they were clones. To whom were they enslaved? The Warden of Torventia.

Erwin looked similarly in the mirror, lacking the sense of self loathing and depression that Gue'rrek had, admiring his reflection. His flush suit had been tailored specifically for him, as being Warden of Torventia afforded such luxuries. His bright blond hair reflected the sunlight spectacularly, his once white skin tanned by the beating Torventian sun, and his deep-sea blue eyes staring back at him with a sense of pride and honour. Erwin's trance was broken by a knock at the door.

"Come in" Erwin responded

In came another human, who was Erwin's errand boy who would do miscellaneous tasks for Erwin and tend to his needs.

"Good morning, Sir! It is a toasty 315 Kelvin today, a bit higher than expected being the middle of the winter as of today, Sir." said the errand boy in his usual upbeat manner.

"Very good, I wish to visit one of the camps today." stated Erwin.

The boy nodded approvingly and left the room. After a couple of seconds a bell, signifying a car was outside ready for transport, rang. Erwin clandestinely walked outside, as to not arouse attention from the workers for whom he had no time to deal with today. The chic black, polished exterior of the car reflected the sun's light straight into Edwin's deep sea-blue eyes. As he approached the door, the errand boy opened the door inviting him in.

It was an ordinary work day for Gue'rrek, the harsh alarm bell waking him and the rest of the workers up at dawn. Dragging himself out of bed, he put on his deep sea-blue worker uniform with the number 23482334 on the back, signifying he was the 23482334th Torventian robbed of his freedom. When the humans clutched Torventia by the throat, after their conquestuous victory, their next move was the deindividualistation of Torventians, and with this came the numbers. Many assimilated Torventians do not remember their past lives, or even their names. They have simply become a number.

There was talk amongst the workers that the was a special guest arriving today, the Warden of Torventia. It did not mean much to Gue'rrek and he continued on with his morning routine of getting ready for the arduous 16 hour day of working ahead of him.

It was just as Erwin was stepping out of the car to walk into the work camp that both Erwin and Gue'rrek collapsed to the floor. Erwin's underlings rushed to his aid, while none of the Torventians noticed Gue'rrek had collapsed to the floor.

When Gue'rrek awoke, he was in a soft bed with a magnificently soft pillow under his head. Erwin woke to the hard dirt floor, and a cramp in his neck. Both disgruntled, they reached for their head. It was at this moment that both Erwin and Gue'rrek yelled in surprise for Erwin saw the leathery green arm of a Torventian, and Gue'rrek saw the smooth and tanned arm of a human. At the same time, Erwin's errand boy ran into the room to tend to Gue'rrek, while a Torventian prison guard came into the tent and picked Erwin up to his feet.

"Tryin' to bludge work, 're ya?" the Guard scoffed as he dragged Erwin by his deep sea-blue uniform to the work camp's holding cells. Erwin was thrown into the cell and the door was slammed shut behind him.

"Are you okay, Sir?" Gue'rrek was asked

"...Yes. Where am I, boy?" Gue'rrek responded

"Why, you're in your bed Warden! You fainted at the camp, I personally think it was heat stroke! The cook thinks it was malnourishment due to the restrictions placed on him by the recently disappointing harvest, but he's just a sook!" The boy laughed to himself.

Gue'rrek worked it all out in his head, he must have someway, somehow swapped bodies with the Warden when he visited the camp, and that he must now be in his old body. Gue'rrek had the realisation that he was the most powerful person on Torventa and this was something he was more than willing to abuse.

While Edwin inherited Gue'rrek's body, he did not inherit his character, perseverance and vigour. After Edwin was released from his cell, he wised up and realised he needed to abide by the situation he was in and work the fields like his fellow Torventian counterparts.

Gue'rrek now had absolute and unrestricted power.

"Contact the supervisor of camp #284. I request the execution of worker #23482334." Gue'rrek bellowed