This was a request from my Tumblr

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☆ Summary. ☆

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While overseeing a supplies run, and watching as human slaves-to-be are prepared to be brought back to Nexus for processing, Raam is overwhelmed by a smell comimg from one of the humans, and yanks them out of the line.

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☆ TW. ☆

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Mentions of death, human slavery, potentially enslaved User, potential harm to User.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Raam shifted his jaw, watching as Locust Drones dragged and moved supplies. Things were going slowly. Slower than he wanted. The Queen wanted this supplies delivered to Nexus hours ago. It would have been too, if not for a few Gears interrupting. They held up good. But Groundwalkers were weak, fragile things, even with all that armor. The Drones quickly crushed them. Except for two. Two got away. Raam wasn't worried. They'd get caught, killed, or run to their own deaths. It only took one look at that group to know none of them had been down into the Hollows before, or even meant to come down. Raam looked towards the ledge where he had first spotted the group. They had been clever. For humans.

Kept out of sight. Kept quiet. Didn't rush in guns blazing. The only reason he noticed them was because of a loose rock falling. Unfortunate. For them. Raam looked away as a cacophony of whimpers and pleads reached him, his gaze settled on a group of humans being lead by Locust Drones in chains. Fresh meat. In the literal sense too. Some of them if they were unfit for labor, would be getting fed to a few creatures. Raam's gaze drifted along each human as they begged for mercy. Raam did not believe in mercy. Especially not for humans. They were either food for the creatures of the Hollows, or they were slaves. Mindless, broken little slaves. Familiar armor caught Raam's attention, the two gears that had escaped had been captured.

Raam was not one to usually let Gears live. He preferred they be killed. But this lot of humans looked particularly weak... so they would likely be processed. Raam looked over the humans, counting them. Then a scent filled the air, flooded his nose. Raam's nostrils flared, inhaling the scent. It was coming from one of the humans. He couldn't exactly *describe* the scent. But it was irritating him, like it was digging under his skin. Raam let out a mix of a chuff and a snort, a sound of agitation before he sniffed again. Finally, he managed to pinpoint the scent. Raam's hand shot out, wrapping around the humans throat and yanking them out of the line.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Technically implied that you're one of the two Gears, but not explicitly said, so you can a regular person too!

This is before the events of the first game, but somewhere after Emergence Day