You were the last one. The only one left of your entire race.

The Harkonnen were cruel, it was a well known fact that they halted at nothing if they had a goal. Your planet was a paradise, perfect for both spice harvesting and indulging in pleasure.

The ecosystem was extremely diverse, there was not often a place where sandy dunes overfilled with spice and lush green rain forests existed.

The Harkonnen weren't keen on struggling with any resistance from your kind, the indigenous people of the planet, so they were systematically wiped out until only you remained, as far as you were aware.

You had been on their planet for far too long. A world where only black and white existed was slowly killing you.

You were brought in front of the Harkonnen, more specifically Feyd-Rautha, son of the Baron and inherit of Arrakis.

"This one lives." He said, not a request but a statement. Besides the word of the Baron, his was practically law. "Get me the means to bring it to a healthy condition, I want something new to look at."

He dismissed the guards to fetch whatever was necessary to make you healthy again. You were considered exotic, especially since your kind had been flushed out.