Central Processing Facility Nova Prospekt

The Young Draconian opened its eyes, looking around the room that was bathed in blinding white light. The voice came to him and he gasped, spinning and looking across the room
"Do not be afraid. You are participating in vital research" The voice said, and quickly he came to attach it to the figure of a Triarian in an envirosuit. Two more appear behind him and the Draconian tenses, struggling against his bindings "Check those restrains... We must run manipulation tests on the final Draconians to prepare for the Alpha Strain"
"Not my place, Praelatus Meus, but when will the Alpha Strain be ready?"
"It is not your place. The Alpha Strain will have a base population within a cycle if all goes according to schedule, ready for reaping and processing. Alpha Strain code name will be revoked upon completion, Draconian name erased, replaced with Triarian Standard Designation. We need to manipulate him. You will understand in due time" The lead Triarian said as his underlings ensured the Draconian was fully secured by the restrains. The Draconian snarled as he fought against them, and two Saeva Simius Auctum charged forwards to help restrain him.
"Stop struggling!" The lead Triarian said, his eyes lighting up a brilliant orange. The Draconian felt a force pressing down in him, and felt a sharp pain in his head. He cried out and convulsed. When the Argutus stopped the assault, the Draconian breathed heavily, gasping for air "That is but a taste of what can be done to you." The Argutus said as his eyes dulled to their normal black. The Draconian nodded slowly, submitting to the whim of the Triarii... For now. Then he saw the equipment they would be using. Gleaming blades, probes and a huge over head machine with laser cutters and odd alien utensils that caught the rooms overly white light and reflected it down
His tormented screams filled the room, and travelled out into the cold hallway as the Triarii worked...