[b][u]Outside Tristan's Quarters[/u][/b]

        Ailen wanted to punch him right now, the way he talked but he wanted to get it on camera. He wanted the whole world to see it and know what happens to assholes. Once he shoved Tristan forward leading him to the stairs he turned Tristan around and stared at him coldly. His eyes meeting his. "For five years I have been waiting for this day, for five years I have sat in my seat wanting nothing more to do to you what you have done to so many people." He said. He paused letting it set in. The black crystal shard in his arm began to glow more brighter as it was fed the emotions Ailen was giving it. Ailen then rose up his cybernetic arm and swung at Tristan's jaw. Making sure he hit him with enough force the man would fall down the first set of stairs as well. Ailen looked to his metal gauntlet seeing the odd coloring now stained on it. The blood of the man that caused so much pain. He quickly swung his fist left and right getting most of the blood off. He then stepped down the stairs and wiped what did not come off onto Tristan's clothes as he lift the man up. Not giving him a chance to recover. He use his telekinetic powers to help Tristan get up and walk him. "That was for my sister, she died that day because of your cruelty. Also your probably thinking,... they can torture me all they want they wont kill me. You think your so clever." He smirked. "Most who say that have never once known what pain is physical or mentally. You have dished out so many ,but I don't think you know what it feels like. You  think you can stomach being tortured, I highly doubt it. If it was up to me you would take the whole ride down the steps until each of your ribs were broken. Sadly doc 12 isn't that far down." He said before shoving him down the next set. 

        Not many ever saw this side of Ailen before. They always saw the depressed man, or the joyful kind Ailen. The Ailen they saw right now was all the built up rage and hatred towards Tristan being suddenly released. What we did to him he would do worse to us.... like fucking hell. You think the GTC gives shit about you Tristan,... they don't. The only thing of value on this planet is that damn mine and its military position. They couldn't give two shits about what happened to you. Someone could rush out and put a bullet in your head and the GTC wouldn't even bat a eye. GTC has a whole academy training talents and Tier 1 talents are a dime a dozen. They could replace you in a instant. Of course all these where said within his mind. "Tristan,... Tristan..... Tristan. I am willing to bet my ridiculous salary that there is probably plenty of people in this tower right now who would love to be in my position right now." He said as he got to Tristan. He then kicked forward his foot hitting into Tristan's ribs. "I want you to remember this day, every time you eat and feel the pain in your jaw or every time you move to be reminded of what I did to you. The sad thing is, you did it all to yourself. If you were not such a tyrant we might have been friends. However, you decided to make every man's life on this planet a living hell, if it wasn't the Brax'Na it was someone else. If you had just done your job and only your job we would not be doing this. The pain you are feeling right now would not be happening."
Every word he spoke every bit of hate pouring out seemed to make his crystal glow and pulsate.

      Once more he bent down and lifted Tristan off the ground. He then helped Tristan to the next set of stairs. There were only two more sets of stairs. He decided to be merciful and not throw him down those. He had other things planned. Better things. He wasn't going to be the only one enjoying this moment, nor the only one taking a swing at him. He looked to one of the camera's and nodded to it. Don't worry I wont kill him. He pulled up his comm. "Hey, Craig... what parts of the body is needed for a tier 1 to do a T&C? The brain is one of them of course but I think only one arm is needed right?" He asked as he gripped tighter on Tristan's arm. Ailen could only imagine how the people of the tower were reacting. They were all seeing this, they were all witnessing the damage being dealt. Everyone will know what happens to Tyrants today. "You should have seen it Tristan,... everyone loved Silvia. Not because she was their Tower 1 lead, because she came down and spent her day with them. She literally showed them that she was one of them. Not just some snotty asshole with a ego bigger then the black crystal he used. She was one of us,... just a low class civilian trying to get by like the rest of us. She was being,... human. You Bast'i are all the same, arrogant, greedy, and just plain rotten. GTC would be a much better corporation if it had just passed your planet by." He said. 

      He pulled out a datapad and took it to the recording within the docks and showed it to him. "This is how Tier 1's should act. This is how they are loved. Some say ruling in fear and hate is a good way to lead, but I would have to disagree. I believe the best Tower Leads are ones that are both loved and feared. Loved by the people who follow him or her and feared by those who hate him or her." He continued. He took it away and put it back in his pocket as he pulled Tristan along. "Srath,... we have to pick up your bounty on the way so when we get to the floor with bay 12 on it we will have to make a stop at the holding cells. The prisoner is a bast'i as well Tristan,... I wonder if there is a member of your race that is actually liked." He said.

[b][u]The Mines[/u][/b]

       Karras witnessed everything before him. She sure was something to behold. Something strong and something tough. He could see it on her face and tossed her a bottle of water. "For the blood once it stops." He said as he stepped to the center and looked up. He saw the large as hole and just whistled. "Wow,... looks like someone aimed a laser at the ground and fired.... you know you unintentionally made the mine operation again as well. It's got a new hole now after all and that's all a mine needs..... right? or am I just being too optimistic?" He said as he looked to her for a second and then back into the hole taking the biggest drag of fresh air he could and letting it all out. "Boy that smells good. I bet your friends will be happy to see your safe and alive...." He said. He then sighed and thought of his people. He just wished that he didn't just escape just so he could witness the death of his people. No matter how much you looked at it, it was always spelled bad for them. Yeah they got a new hole but the mine was still destroyed. GTC would still come and claim it from them and likely kill them in the process. No matter what death was coming for them. So how shall the Brax'Na of Altenia be remembered. He felt that no matter what they would be remembered as a race of people who gave the GTC such a fight that they would not forget it.

       That they would learn from it and realize that you can't just step on any one and get away with it. That people are not some toy you can play around with for so long then throw it away when you get bored. He snorted. "Who am I kidding,... they would just sweep us under the carpet like any other backwater race they had to deal with. Make some sort of coverup that would make them look like the good guys and us the bad guys....... The GTC has to be stopped Silvia, I do not think me or my people will make it through this war, we will be the next set of martyrs to have faced them and perished. Just don't let us die in vane. Give them a good fight, a fight they will never forget. There are some things that will never be changed. Perhaps your Resistance can make a difference. No matter what my people are doomed to die here when the GTC comes to take out lively hood. Whether we fight or not we will die here, just don't let anyone forget us. Let be know that a strong few stood up against a tyrant and that we gave the tyrant one hell of a fight. That even a corporation like GTC can bleed and die with enough opposition."