For years he had wandered the desert, half-starved and just barely alive, one of the most loyal minions that there had been, yet no Overlord would have him, and no tribe would take him back. A brown, who had existed for years as a servant to his masters, always as a cleaner or a fixer in the masters´ towers, and on his very first actual mission, had allowed the traitor Quilt to leave their Overlord trapped in the Infernal Abyss.
Originally, there had been more banished than just him, the others posted to guard the gate after the master had gone through it, but over the years, they had died out, never to be reborn or revived. And now alone sat Gerbil, a name he despised, but still a name he held on to, it was all he had, that and the cloak he wore around his shoulders. He didn't even have all his limbs anymore, having lost a leg to a Sandworm and a finger to those damn beetles.
And now, on literally his last leg, he had stumbled into a cavern in the only rock formation in the middle of this sandy desert, all alone now, knowing he wouldn´t last much longer. As he started to close his eyes, he heard a sound, making him quickly sit up, thinking perhaps he had came across another beetle hive. Nothing but silence again, Gerbil searched wildly, even though he had accepted his death, he´d fight with everything he had left, as is the way of the minion.
A few minutes passed before another noise was heard, Gerbil nervously moved deeper into the cave, towards it. "Hello?" he said in his raspy voice, but there was no response. Thinking it must have been his imagination, he turned to return to his uncomfortable stone seat, and fell back in complete surprise; standing before him was a Minion! But not like one he had ever seen before. It was larger than most minions, and it had a dumber look on its face, drooling slightly, but the most surprising differences were the large stone like horns and spikes sticking out of it, and what looked like stone plate armor.
Gerbil was startled, blinked a few times, eyes wide at the creature.
The large rock-like Minion just stood there, unfazed and uncaring, responding with a simple grunt and then walking deeper into the cave.
"Hey, wait!" Gerbil followed the Rock Minion as quickly as he could. But he suddenly yelped as something picked him up, he looked, another of the strange rock like minions had picked him up to carry him, he was baffled how something so large and apparently dull-witted could be so quiet in moving around.
Gerbil spun his head around to yell at the first minion before he stopped again, seeing what these larger minions were trying to show him, hidden deep under the sands in this cavern, was a Minion hive, a lost tribe that he had never even heard of. A large, rock-covered one, with stone spikes sticking out of it, looking rather dangerous. He also learned that the Minions hadn't snuck up on him, they had been there the whole time, as the boulders around the room suddenly unrolled themselves into the large minions as well. The minion carrying him sat him down near the hive, and they all gathered around Gerbil and the hive.
Though Gerbil was smarter than an average minion, that wasn't saying much considering a minion´s normal intelligence, but even still, he realized that compared to these guys, he was as smart as Gnarl. And with that thought came another, and a grin began to form on Gerbils face, his remaining crooked teeth starting to show.
He thought, if the old tribes no longer wanted him to serve with his Overlord... who was to say that he couldn't just find an Overlord of his own?