The prison liner comes in time to the BPA Newgate. There weren't further problems during the travel but the people into that ship was troubled the same, especially a particular section of that vessel, the prisons.
"Alright! Let it enter, all clear. Proceed to the pier 2."
The BPA Newgate's doors open, the prison liner enters into the hangar slowly, there was still tension in the air, then the ship turns off, be surrounded by BAF soldiers, the doors open and the people forced to get off from that vessel. There wasn't escape possibility with that garrison.
"Come on! The trip is over! Get off!"
They get off slowly, pushed by soldiers into the ship and watched by soldiers into hangars, they were prisoners. Criminals, traitors, enemies of the states, now finally busted and close to pay for what they have done. Some were afraid, some others were deign to keep the head up.
"Divide them in groups! Based on the graveness of the crime!"
The leader said! They must obey. The soldiers begin to push, escort and make gestures to move that people's group. They came out various groups, distinguished by how they deserved this fate. At last they reach another room, also that full of soldiers. There are particularly 2 men, one had a list, another a speaker.
"Now you will be called for name and you will follow the guard that will escort you to your cell! Jack Smith, of Gaia!"
A man of one group starts to walk, following his guard.
"William Garrison, of Crete!"
Another man starts to walk, following his guard.
"Ambre Lachance, of Nevers"
A woman starts to walk, following her guard. This last escort the prisoner in another room. "Cell #472". The guard push the woman into that room.
"Have a nice stay, miss!"
The guard leaves the cell and close the room, going to take another prisoner.
A day pass, without any contacts with the outside, just a decent dinner, bread and water... plus a mixed salad.
The door opens, it was the same guard, with the same smile on the face
"It's the interrogation time, lady! Follow me! And no jokes!"
She follows the guard, going to another room, empty, only a table and 2 chairs. This time with a more polite treatment. Now in that room there's only she.
Another man enter in that room, it doesn't a guard, but a officer. He close the door from where he entered and looks the woman.
"Please, take a seat"
They sit down. The officers continues to look the woman, like that he's waiting an answer, after a few moment he starts to speak, putting a recorder on the table without start it.
"I admit it... they aren't good with prisoners, especially with Gallic prisoners! I swear, if I would be the leader of this place I would change various treatment rules, at last... we are all humans right?"
He start the recorder
"Interrogation #01, 14/11/823 A.S. 18:00 Sirian time, subject: Ambre Lachance, captured Gallic Soldier.
My name is Sid Fire, lieutenant commander of the Norfolk fleet. You will answer to every question that I will ask you."
A small pause that seemed an eternity
"First question. You were caught by one of my lieutenants, togheter a small patrol group on Cambridge. Why were you alone? What was your mission?"
