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Incindre · (This post was last modified: 01-05-2011, 08:07 PM by Incindre.)

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The Lyre was the highest (planet bound) detention facility in Bretonia; far out of the reach of the New London Megatropolis, its entrance was a hillock near the edge of some dense swampland, a holographic projector put the semblance of long grass and weeds over the dense titanium door.
The Warden was named Ellis Dyer and he was taking part of his favourite pass time, watching the prize prisoner.
She had been caught whilst trying to capture one of Harry's ex-superior officers, one who was detested by her loyal Lieutenant. Captain Jayden Heath was to be given to her devoted follower as a present, but a moment laxness on her part and a fair amount of sheer coincidence, lead to one of the more important events in the history of The Lyre.
Rather than critically damaging the destroyer where the Captain was stationed and waiting for the escape pods to launch, she wanted to have a little fun with Heath before she handed him on.

They found the ship in a Leeds smog cloud, it was a Hunter-Killer, looking for Kusari stealth ships and as such, was damn near impossible to detect on scanners in its surroundings. But they found it.

She herself boarded the Destroyer surreptitiously and made her way to his quarters, leaving one of her men at the helm of the Elegant Anguish. No one noticed her as she slipped past the few personnel active on the redundantly named 'Night Shift'.
Siona broke into the sleeping quarters and waited in the dark, wearing an outfit with tiny fabric content for Heath to arrive.

When he arrived she began to seduce him, the Captain thinking the woman was his 'bit-on-the-side from engineering'. As soon as he had taken his jacket off and his neck was exposed Siona struck, injecting him with a paralyzing agent. The agent was a liquidized form of the drug StÃ¸v, the same as encountered by the Bretonia Police almost a year earlier, Siona had purchased it as a trial before the supply was diverted.

StÃ¸v does not paralyze the body, it incapacitates a specific part of the brain; decisions cannot be made by the target, instead they follow any instructions given to them whilst the rest of their body functions perfectly.
'Put this on.' She said smiling at her new slave.
The now blank faced Captain donned the space suit.
'Good now follow me.'

The two walked all the way back to the airlock just as a Kusari Navy scout destroyer with full stealth hull crashed into the side of the vessel. The espionage equivalent of going 500km away from home to a hotel specifically to meet with another woman who you're having an affair with only to bump into your wife who was there for her toy boy just as you enter the building.
Kusari destroyers are quite fragile vessels, especially when stress is put upon the thinnest section just behind the huge 'adze head' prow; the fact that both ships had their shields disabled (standard procedure to prevent power surges and stray ions being detected) and the fact that the KNF vessel had been moving at quite a speed did not help the collision either.

A rather bent looking destroyer made to flee as the sturdier Bretonian ship reacted with a string of Cerebus class turret rounds and two light mortars. The HMS Vanguard was rewarded with a large explosion as the unshielded combatant vessel was ripped apart by the mortars.
The concussion wave rippled through the smog and, due to its proximity to the Anguish, overloaded the cloaking system, revealing Siona's ship to the rapidly re-arming Vanguard.

Siona couldn't get out, the axe head like prow of the Kusari ship had mangled that part of the hull, even creating a small breach in the armoured stealth plates. Captain Heath and Siona were slammed against the dented wall as the small hole sucked out the air as though the void was drinking it. Automatic procedures built into the ship locked down the affected area to prevent the entire ships oxygen from escaping whilst dispatched Nanobots chittered inaudibly to each other as their tiny bodies moulded and reformed to cover the breach.

'Captain Heath! Where are you?' the first mates voice came over the intercom.
'I'm in aft section C.' The Captain replied dully.
Siona's last though was that of frustration, not only did the drug leave the subject available to direction from anyone who asked a question of them or told them to do something, the helmet she was wearing didn't have any cushioning inside it and the collision with the wall had resulted in her cranium making solid contact with the plasti-glass with plenty of force.
She then fell unconscious and was locked in the brig once oxygen had been pumped back into the recently fixed area.

The acting Captain of the Anguish realized that they were outgunned and his instruments told him that a mop up crew of Gunboats was on the way from the Leeds fleet, he had to save this ship and the crew if he couldn't save Siona. So the ship turned and fled to its far away base.

Now Siona was trussed up like a Gaian Razorback in a smugglers hold, sitting in a stark concrete cell with not even a mildew stain to liven things up. The room was four square meters and lit brightly by the solid Glo-pane ceiling, there was only one door that opened into the cell block corridor with the same concrete cladding so when it was closed it was almost completely invisible on the inside.

Each cell had recessed projectors in them allowing one wall to be turned into a screen, useful in interrogations but also used to taunt the prisoners, all part of the process of breaking them.
Dyer delighted in projecting a realistic 3D impression of a tool or personal item on the wall so it appeared that could they just get their arms free, the prisoner could retrieve it. Of course most times, with the lower security personnel, the subject would run straight at the wall immediately on wake up from sedation only to curse the cruel trick. Siona was different, they kept her laced with just enough to keep her docile and blur her perception. Dyer taunted her with images of her famous blades sitting in racks, and the game could continue as there was no chance of her moving from the solitary piece of furniture in the room (an anchored flat bench against a wall) or seeing through the illusion.

He smiled to himself in the control booth and made the blades appear to dance and shimmer invitingly with his interface. He watched closely as desire and festering hate displayed in Siona's eyes.

It was time to begin again.

He darkened her room and a projection of a shadowy figure appeared as though seated in the room with her.
Dyer activated the speakers in her room and enabled the voice distortion filter or as the staff of The Lyre called it 'the Demonizer'. He would bully her with this visitation, increase her dosage and eventually change the image to that of a friend and

'You were killing civilians on Leeds, where were you getting your orders?'
'There were'¦ no orders'¦ it was my plan.'
'Don't lie to me Siona! You set out from a base to do this; Where? Where is the base? Who gave you instructions to do this?'
''¦mine'¦ my plan'¦'
'WHERE IS PHEONIX SHIPYARDS SIONA? WHERE?!'

This is Chief Commissioner Silsbury, authorization code Lima Alpha 16-1216. The Lyre has been compromised, move all high value criminals offsite immediately, make for the Navaar Mountain Complex...

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