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[sup]Current Location: Unknown - Interacting With: Unknown Assailants - Mentioned: No One[/sup]

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[color=gray]It happened as fast as a Salamander scout vehicle moves. The sounding of the warning klaxons to the rampant shouts outside the chambers to the sudden flash grenade and the subsequent beating into submission... then the darkness. Everything had been a tide Nyree attempted to fight against in a matter of seconds, yet quickness was not her forte. It had taken the better of her assailants' strength to put down the muscular workhorse that Nyree was, but the electrified weapons battering down on the guardsman soon had become more than enough, zapping away at what strength and stamina Nyree possessed until her body failed to put up any more resistance.

Nyree wasn't sure how long she had been out, remembering before when the plasma gun she was carrying had knocked her unconscious. Right now had felt no different that the darkness Nyree experienced earlier, except now the Belis Coronan was accompanied by a freezing cold and water-logged fabric clutching her face. The coldness chewed away at Nyree, primarily her right arm where hardly any semblance of a limb existed. It was like a serpent, gliding deep within Nyree and nipping away at the bone that had only been covered by a set of scarred muscular and skin tissue.[/color]

[color=yellow][b]“Tell me. Who are you, where were you going, and what are you doing aboard this ship?”
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[color=gray]A voice spoke; one that Nyree couldn't recognize. It hadn't sounded like the lieutenant that had guided Nyree to her quarters earlier, and so she was left wondering. However, despite the blackness around her, the assailants clarified information for Nyree. They were still on the ship, yet in an unknown location that Nyree couldn't see or knew of. Something must've had happened on the ship... an uprising, perhaps? Biting her lip, Nyree smirked at her assailants despite the fact they couldn't see her face.[/color] [color=darkorange][b]"Private First Class Nyree Donnall, 2nd Squad, 3rd Platoon, 1st Company of the 13th Belis Corona."

"For where I'm going, I go wherever the higher ups or the Emperor tells me to go."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Nyree responded, her words fiery as she was. What struggling Nyree had done to break free from her binds was to no avail, finding them expertly tied. Still, Nyree knew she had to try. What kind of soldier would she be if Nyree died bound to a chair by someone she couldn't see?[/color] [color=darkorange][b]"For what I'm doing, that ain't none of your business, bub. It ain't like a guardsman to crack under pressure so easily. I've seen worse on the battlefield than your 'big and bad' interrogation methods."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Nyree continued, finishing with a mocking huff.[/color]

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