[center][color=df3838]Imperial Date: 2857.11.01
Location: ???, Clomia[/color]
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Before any of you are able to continue your conversations, another buzzer, similar in sound to the one you heard earlier, goes off. The door across from your cells opens, allowing three military figures dressed in an odd black and yellow armor to quickly walk in. They carry dangerous looking rifles and take positions around the room just as a new figure, wearing a smart white suit walks in. This new man is quite large and has the look of a military officer to him. He has close cut black hair, several small scars on his right cheek, and has a finely trimmed goatee. On his right shoulder is a black and yellow triskelion symbol. On the left side of his chest is a single row of six stars, under which is his name tag reading "O. Scenay".

Scenay strides confidently into the room, receiving a quick salute from each of the guards. He walks over to the table in the center of the room and takes a second to look over each of you that are outside the cells. He seems confused for a second before seeing movement from Ahras' cell. He calls out in a deep, gruff voice. "[color=df3838]Come on out child. I'd really rather not have to send one of the guards in after you.[/color]"

Not waiting for a reply, Scenay turns his attention back to the the main group. "[color=df3838]My name is Major Orin Scenay, Planetary Marshall here on Clomia.[/color]" He lets this sink in for a second before continuing, "[color=df3838]You lot were brought in in cryo pods a week ago with only a bag of clothing. No ID, no chips, nothing. We even did a DNA scan and didn't get any matches, just a handful of red flags for each of you, which means someone is withholding your identities.[/color]" Once again, he pauses to let you absorb this information. "[color=df3838]Now, officially I'm supposed to ship you off with the next shuttle to an Imperial Station, but I think you could be useful to me, and since I'm a nice guy, I'll give you all a choice: Either get shipped off and probably executed or imprisoned, or help me with a quick problem. If you're lucky, I might just forget you were ever here.[/color]"

Scenay takes a step back and eyes you all closely, waiting for an answer.