Capture

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Isabelle sighed in relief with most of the men in the command center as radar reported the enemy retreating. She looked toward admiral Alban, finding him unemotional. Their stares crossed, burning with cold hatred.
But Isabelle didn't care. The man will have to answer for his acts.
Maybe he will answer for what he did 4 years back as well.

She left the control room, tired and shaken by the loss of the 45th battlegroup. At least, they haven't shown their joker card to the enemy, yet. Which was a good thing, because it was incredibly easier to copy an already existing technology than finding it and Liberty has made his share of sacrifices to get his hand on this unique nomad technology. One of the few the Order didn't have already.

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Outside, in the sickening cyan nebula of Alaska, captain Lavoie was heading the searches for survivor through the various debris. They tractored in an incredible number of escape pods, but most were sinister burned out wrecks, destroyed by the explosion of the Order battleship. The few Order prisoners they've managed to pick up were treated in a very cold fashion, the soldiers aboard every navy ship at the battle having witnessed the destruction of the battlegroup. Some were even beaten when they refused to cooperate, and the overzealous men could only be straightened by the voice of their commander which often, would have loved to see their prisoners die into a pulp of blood.

A very dark day for the navy they intended to make even worse for the Order people who did this.

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Trinity Elassion wasnt living the best moments of her life either. It was now 24 hours she was chained to the restraining cylinder, her legs and arms tied in cross position across the device. She wasnt alone in her cell anymore either. A senior LSF commander was standing in front of her, his face showing no emotion, so much that it could have been carved in stone. His severe black uniform, short military hair cut and cold black eyes, so black they never shone by the light, all these made him a quite menacing man.
There were also a few men, looking like technicians with their black lab suit, all of which were written LSF in white on their back. These were walking around the restraining device, apparently checking some mechanic components she couldnt see from her point of view. None of them talked if it wasnt the occasional whispers from one tech to another informing each others in terms she couldnt understand. Then they left, leaving her alone with the commander.

The man finally moved it made her slightly jump so unnatural it seemed for this individual to move. He came back in her visual field with a small table, on which were a number of strange devices, mostly medical.
The man took a syringe sporting a very thing and long needle, filled with some light emerald coloured liquid.
He took it up to eye level, and pushed the trigger until it was at his desired amount, then called with a baritone voice;
Lightning 100%.
The cell door was closed by an opaque steel gate that shut down with fearsome speed.
The room was suddenly filled with blinding white light so white, Trinity couldnt distinguish where were the corners of the room. In fact, where was the light coming from?
The only thing she could see now, was the LSF commander in his black uniform.
The man spoke again, and his voice was most freezing.
Commander Trinity Elation. You are under Liberty authority custody and are going through interrogation for various crimes, namely;
Defection to a military force hostile to the government of Liberty, important theft of Liberty naval properties, collaboration with a military force hostile to the government of Liberty, resisting arrest, refusing collaboration, corruption of naval personnel and acts of treason against Liberty.
He turned his attention back to the syringe, and approached Trinity. His pace were precise, military so straight, he looked like a droid. And then, even droids were programmed to walk in a more humanly fashion.
He made no warning, and inserted the needle in the restrained right arm of the woman.
This is a light tranquilizer, which will slow down the activity of your brain. However, it will inflict no damage to your system, nor cause bodily harm.
He hesitated, and glanced at the table where the rest of his equipment laid.
However, we might come to this if you resist. It is suggested you cooperate fully.

He took out a datapad, on which a microphone of very high quality was plugged, and pushed a little command on it. A red light, meaning it was now recording, blinked alive.

Commander Trinity Elasion, you are accused, and have confirmed your defection to the terrorist organisation known by the name The Order. Tell us how did you managed to enter contact with this organisation, and how was arranged your defection.

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Admiral Alban, (maybe in a rather pitiful effort to buy her silence), gave her one of the finest suit aboard the prison station, possibly one used during visits of important naval or LSF officers. It was a nicely furnished room, large enough for her to do gymnastic if she wanted to.
It was rather ironic such luxury existed in such a hostile system but she wasnt there to complain. She was exhausted and injured, mentally as well as physically. Her run away from the Tenabras added an impressive number of cuts to her body, mostly from debris. She had a number of light burns, one very close to her belly slightly closer and she would have been killed. And also an arm that had its bone slightly broken, though that was quickly fixed with a cellular regeneration beam. The medics guaranteed she would be back as normal in a few days.
She looked at the viewport to see the Citadelle moving slowly across the wreckages of the 45th battlegroup, and immediately turned her head away. She didnt wanted to see that.

Isabelle looked up at the ceiling and wondered where Jimmy was

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