New Target

An asteroid belt far from Proxima Spacestation.

Ting! Tang! Ting!

Inside one of the many, many underground passages in an asteroid, the clangs of metal striking metal rang creating an unpleasant cacophony. But this was disturbed by the thuds of flesh hitting the ground, the silent screams that remain barely audible and the splash of a liquid splashed on the floor.

A red-skinned, buffed-up humanoid male slashed his whip frequently as he yelled in an annoyed tone. "Hurry, fucking bastards! Meet the quota or starve to death!"

All around him were humanoids dressed in ragged clothes, mining away at the harsh ground.

Some had four eyes, others had three tails, and a few even had two heads. At the same time, most were teenagers with a couple of children here and there. There were only a few adults and fewer older people.

Whenever the red-skinned Havoc slashed his whip, it'd catch fire and strike the back of unfortunate laborer.