Srath winced internally for Ailen when he lifted Tristan off the ground. Sure the arm made it easier but Srath had noticed that people with cybernetics seemed to forget that they were attached to regular bone and muscle. Srath pulled the suppression collar from his belt and moved up beside Ailen, tapping him on the shoulder to lower the gaging Bast'ian.

Ailen dropped Tristan to the floor, his legs collapsing beneath him as gasped for air. Srath moved in, shooting a wink to Ailen before pulling the small Bast'ian to his feet. 

"You know," He said as he snapped the heavy metal collar closed around his neck. "The transfer order were non-specific as to your condition upon arrival. And Ailen here is under the impression that means he can rough you up a little while we take you to my ship. Now I'd be more than willing to correct him if you would answer some questions for me." Srath brushed some non-existant dirt from Tristans shoulder. 

"First, where are the guys you had collapse the mine. And second, when are your other little henchmen planning to spring you. Because there is just no way someone like you doesn't have a few mercenaries on hand." He wrapped a large clawed hand around the back of Tristans neck, pulling him close. "Because if they do try something I just know you're going to get shot." He looked straight into Tristans eyes. "I have that feeling."

Srath knew trying to pry information out of someone like Tristan this way was a bit of a gamble, arrogant asses like him usually just got mad when you threatened them. He just hoped that the idea of being beaten by someone he perceived as lesser than himself would rattle him enough for the threats to sink in.