Standing in his dungeon as a mighty man Stripped Away of his armor. stands naked and griddy from a long weary War. as a high-profile prisoner he has servants, waiting to be bathed and dressed. observers from across the Galaxy, witnessing such a recent spectacles have encouraged the bidders to make there offers. using war to showcase pedigre. The onlookers watch as they witness the rituals of post war formalities. Queens of the future await there seeding as various investors collect with viles while others like to take on the old fashioned way of primitive sex. It seems cruel for the old soul fore its a long repetitive action, but its part of being a prisoner of war.
Clear of his duties now dressed to mingle with associates at dinner. he's amused of such boring talk of worthless high mannerisms he seeks the companion of someone who might interest. His thoughts return to a long lost interest, he finds himself wanting to rest. Deep thoughts of his past changes the course of his interests and remembers a boy he left behind many earths ago, wondering of his well being of how he left him playing marbles in the dirt. maybe we should pay him a visit and see how he is doing. The old soul returns to his living quarters and falls into a deep sleep and let's his soul drift into the abyss.
The boy gets a visit from a strange but familiar character.