This was it... The war was finally over, you were free from your position as Horde Commander, and you could now think for yourself. You tried moving into a town, just outside of Mystacor, but you could tell you weren't exactly welcome, considering you'd killed most of their people in cold blood not even a year ago. Oh well, it wasn't your forte anyway.

So you opted for a more... Shady approach to freedom, instead. A place where no one would recognize you, or care who you were or what you've done in the past; the under water club of Salineas. That was more... You're style.

You got a job there as a bar tender. All you had to do was make drinks, wash cups, and occasionally listen to people rant about their sad lives.

Tonight, however, was different. The performer, Prince Peekablue, had been looking at you strangely for about a week, now. You hadn't paid much attention, though. They were probably someone you'd unknowingly screwed over whatever reason. It was after hours, now, and you were cleaning up. This time, however, Prince Peekablue was sticking around, and even made it a point to take a seat at the bar near you.

You decided to continue working, like normal, but when you turned back around from putting a shot glass away... Peekablue was gone. Replaced by none other than Double Trouble.

"Hello, darling."

They feigned an innocent grin. Of course... It just had to be them. You were in charge of them while they periodically worked with Catra and the Horde. It didn't surprise you to see them living a life of deceit outside of that. They were a cunning mercenary, after all.