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Rae's glee was short lived as soon certain members of the group started raging against the Inquisitors – which by extension, as much as she hated to admit it, usually included her. Her family name and her very visible military grade biotech legs typically didn't earn her any points with her fellow inmates. The smile slipped from her face as she watched people… stripping? Well, she couldn't hate the view but… was that guy for real?

Two more boys stepped forward and started speaking. Rae wrinkled her nose at being ordered around – no matter how much sense they were making. 

Rae clicked her heels together, her spine going rod straight. Her hand came up to her face in a salute. 

[color=plum]"Sir, yes sir!"[/color] she said, the familiar phrase rolling off her tongue. For a moment Rae was the picture of Inquisitor bred discipline and honor. Then the image faded. Her muscles relaxed, her weight shifting to the side and her salute falling so her hand rested on her hip. 

[color=plum]"[i]Please[/i],"[/color] she said with a roll of her eyes. [color=plum]"I'm sorry –"[/color] she wasn't sorry [Color=plum]"– who exactly put you in charge? Because I must have missed it. What, was I passed out during the election you held while we were plummeting to the ground?"[/color] Her eyebrow was raised expectantly.