[h1][color=steelblue]Elias Winzer[/color][/h1]
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Drone Control. This part of the flagship was practically the busiest. Adelon technicians were seated everywhere, in front of screens showing them feeds from their quad-copter nullifier drones scouring Arkos, surveying the prisoners from afar. Eli was there, seated at his own personal station, where he was directly controlling a handful of his own custom drones.

And he’d happened upon quite the sight already.

“Hello…” Eli said, leaning forward. On the drone’s feed was a scene between three prisoners - one newcomer, and two ruffians in the jungle. Eli hit a button on the console and brought up a scanning grid, displaying the information of each prisoner. One of them was actually a newcomer, Jack Peterson, designation #7285. And already he was getting into trouble. Eli watched the scene unfold between the two parties - no words ended up being spoken, just the newcomer flourishing his hemokinetic powers, striking first, and cutting one of the other’s hamstrings. And [i]laughing[/i] while doing so.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Eli said, shaking his head in disapproval. In his many years of work, he’d seen plenty of superhumans who operated in much the same fashion. And it got old, fast. But even then, these kinds of supers were the ones who [i]had[/i] to be monitored, for everyone's sake.

He continued watching as the “assailants” made off, one very much deprived of his ability to walk on his own two feet. Oh well, there were plenty of healers around, he could get that fixed up in no time. What Eli really wanted to know was, why didn't they use their own powers at [i]any[/i] point? A question he'd likely never get an answer to, it seemed. The drone continued to hover well away from the scene, stealth systems fully engaged - cloaking, noise dampeners, everything. Like being watched by a ghost. He continued to tail the hemokinetic, jotting down a quick note on a touch pad.

[i]Jack Peterson #7285. Monitor aggression. Consider sending to TYGAN as a gift.[/i]

Eli kept the drone on Jack’s tail, following and watching him from afar, all the way to his encounter with three other prisoners.

He sat back and watched for anything, [i]anything[/i], to use an excuse to fuck with these people.

[@Inertia]