Onstell

 Although he considered himself a gentleman, Captain Onstell Keivehr showed himself to be a cruel Nazdar at times. Other times he treated those inferior races with compassion. Yet his own father saw he needed to leave planet Namhok. Trouble on that green luscious fertile planet was only caused by Nazdar youth. Nazdar between the ages of thirty-three and fifty-four should serve the empire or explore the galaxy. Any Nazdar between ages of 16 and 32 were required to serve in the military or serve as guards. Onstell chose to serve and explore.  It brought him to a vast land called Vimasdra. 

He sat in an open-air speeder car with 50 Ogre Dwarves, three Goblina, and a Male Drow Rogue under his command. On a mission to clear a troll cave of lizard folk shaman pair, carion crawler inside the lost queen cafe in town, kill a necromancer, and slay goat men lurking around. Onstell brought his bunny humanoid along. She did not look acquainted with this type of event, but she had no choice. They just killed a dire wolf, three wolves close to the very cave. What they found was a beehive parallel with the cave. Holding a cracked egg in his hand, which he tossed to the ground. Onstell ordered them to storm this cave. At the cost of ten Ogre-Dwarves, he had everything slain including 6 zombies the necromancer created. Upon his orders the group moved on to the roads. 

Feeling overconfident in this small successful victory Onstell grabbed the Bunny Humanoid's leg. Wearing fine boots, and a fur dress she was forced to wear, the bunny humanoid avoided eye contact with him. Onstell rubbed, and groped her smooth brown skin. Not caring about how she felt about him somehow built-up desires in her. Deep inside Onstell thought that act was bull shit. At least go for a male who cares for you. You stubborn arrogant whore. He did not utter those words as they drove past 24 campsite wagons, two dire boars on a pair of spits, five dire bear pelts on long poles being stretched out. 

In his mind he could tell those large pelts would become part of a tent or added to the camp wagon covers. Only one of many groups in eastern Vimasdra did that, the Fire Warriors. About twenty-five members of the group lingered outside among the campsites. Barely catching a glimpse of their cloaks depicting a large red flame Onstell swore he spotted one of them dipping a blade into a fire. It was the source behind their name as fire warriors. His own mission was now complete, nothing else mattered. Even if these tribal peoples wanted to fight their new overlords. Pressing onward the Nazdar Captain forced the unit to follow by foot. The driver drove past the encampments towards a windmill where three elf humanoids stood. In Grevaskii uniforms these elves prepared to shoot at something. 

Thirty-five feet away from the elves, Onstell spotted seventeen flying monkey Imp Demons, twelve black wolves not seen for centuries according to locals. Twenty-nine of the Monkey Imp creatures mounted themselves on the shoulders of twenty-seven stacked females of different races. All the imps on their shoulders humped their faces while the wolves did them from behind on the ground. Each woman was nude, exposed to the elements and endured undesired attention. Knowing this could come back to haunt the rest of the Nazdar forged Empire Onstell chose not to intervene. Instead, he ensured neither woman would be shot for please or for sport. Rather than intervening himself, he waved for the Grevaskii to shoot the monkey imps if they pleased. Onstell watched the winged vermin fly away from the victims. It was not out of the goodness of his heart, no, it was merely to maintain a sense of peace and order in Vimasdra. Putting these vermin in their place alongside everyone else was key.