A'trus pulled the scope from his face as his soldier approached Titor and forcibly bound the shackles behind the hyurs back. The miqo'te grinned as the Zulu moved itself forward and descended till it was twenty feet off the earth. Â The lieutenant sling his weapon across his back as Rungee readied a rope.Â
"Coming down Chalahko?" A'trus said with a triumphant tone before he took the length of coiled bands and repelled down slowly, his gloves smoking slightly from the action. As his boots crunched the earth where he planted himself, he turned and cast his mis-matched eyes on Titor. The soldier hauled Titor to his feet. A figure in white approached the capture hyur and stood by, aether gathering in the conjurers hand, ready to heal.
"Good day, Master Titor. I am Leuitenant A'trus Mewtinie, commanding officer of the Black Chains. You are being taken to stand trial to resolve concerns over the nature of the Red Wings and their illicit activities. You will be taken and held indefinatly against your will until the rest of your unit joins yourself in holding. If you wish to address the locations of your fellow Red Wings, such information will  look positive for your trial."Â
A'trus paused.
"Anything you wish to say?" A'trus said as his soldiers gathered around to watch.
The Cell
Kresha entered, the light spilling into the room. She stood there, here arms crossing over her waiste as her assistants followed after. They all set their eyes on Kahn'aas the miqo'te began speaking. His mannerisms had changed and Kresha wwatched him with hard eyes as she replied.
"You do deserve clothes but those will only be given back to you after the information is given. You have my word. So now then, what is it you wanted to say?"
"Coming down Chalahko?" A'trus said with a triumphant tone before he took the length of coiled bands and repelled down slowly, his gloves smoking slightly from the action. As his boots crunched the earth where he planted himself, he turned and cast his mis-matched eyes on Titor. The soldier hauled Titor to his feet. A figure in white approached the capture hyur and stood by, aether gathering in the conjurers hand, ready to heal.
"Good day, Master Titor. I am Leuitenant A'trus Mewtinie, commanding officer of the Black Chains. You are being taken to stand trial to resolve concerns over the nature of the Red Wings and their illicit activities. You will be taken and held indefinatly against your will until the rest of your unit joins yourself in holding. If you wish to address the locations of your fellow Red Wings, such information will  look positive for your trial."Â
A'trus paused.
"Anything you wish to say?" A'trus said as his soldiers gathered around to watch.
The Cell
Kresha entered, the light spilling into the room. She stood there, here arms crossing over her waiste as her assistants followed after. They all set their eyes on Kahn'aas the miqo'te began speaking. His mannerisms had changed and Kresha wwatched him with hard eyes as she replied.
"You do deserve clothes but those will only be given back to you after the information is given. You have my word. So now then, what is it you wanted to say?"
