As everyone took their seats, the caped leader began to speak. "Please, let us give you some shelter. You came all this way to help us and our situation. It at least we could do." The rest of the puppies began constructing an hut for the group.
"But yes, this is hell..." Caped Leader answered Damara's question. "My name is Perrito. I'm the oldest member of my kind, the Welpe. My people have been on Planet Linda for thousands of years with peace and harmony. We aren't a warrior-like race. We are a race of people that exist to live one with the nature of our planet. Live the life that was given to us."
A tear began to formed on Perrito's right eye as he speaks. "However, an mysterious group of people came into our world. We often have travelers that come to our planet because of the crystals on the ground. If you have one, it was said that good things would happen to you. That's what our people believe that these crystallized sands hold. So we assumed that these people were tourists. However, these people have different agenda. Around hundred of them were led by a man called Nep. Instantly, they sacked our villages and destroyed everything in sight. Our homes, our cultures, our daily lives were ripped bit by bit by the these scavengers. So many of my people were slaughtered left and right. When our numbers dwindle, they forced us into slavery to harvest the sands -- because they can go for millions in the intergalactic market. They consider our planet's gracious minerals as pathway of their greed. They established themselves as the government of Planet Linda, forced us into labor camps to work on the mine fields."
Perrito pointed his paw to the direction in the right. "There, lies minerals valuable than the sand you step on before...." If my people did not complied of their demands, they would brutalized us and wipe us out. Nep order restriction to the flow of foods and water to influence our decision to work in their camps. Families were tore apart. My friends were sentence to death in my own eyes. I can never seen my own children again because they were forced into camps. My people cannot continue to exist if this does not end. That's why my people and I took the last bits of scrap to send a space message to your organization. We never thought that you actually did it.. Thank you, thank you!" Perrito began to cry.
Mex rubbed his head, feeling uncomfortable of the story he just heard. "It's fine. I'm just glad that we managed to answer your call."
