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"Now then..."
While everyone else was busy dealing with the aftermath of the attack, the Judge had taken it upon himself to tie up his new prisoners with strips of bedsheet torn from the bed in the room he was keeping them in. It wasn't ideal, but he needed to make sure they wouldn't figure out that the door wasn't actually locked...
The pirates themselves looked wary - maybe a little nervous, but not terribly frightened.
That was going to be fixed momentarily.
"Let's have a little conversation, just the three of us."
He slowly circled the pair, getting a look around the room.
The bed was pushed up against the far wall, and on the opposite side was a desk, a monitor sitting on top of it. The wires there could be useful...
"Let's start with your names."
Judge stepped towards the monitor, examining it. He could feel the eyes of his prisoners watching him intently.
One of them spoke up.
"I'm Sweep. He's Kode."
The one called Kode was eyeing the Judge suspiciously while he unplugged the monitor and removed the cables from the back of it.
"You look like you have something to say, Kode."
The prisoner reluctantly dropped his gaze, so Judge approached him, cables in hand.
"Perhaps you'd like to be the first to explain why I shouldn't just kill you?"
"What do you want? We're just scavengers! We take whatever we can get our hands on!"
"If you're just scavengers, wouldn't it have been easier to simply... starve us out, instead sacrificing your own crew?"
Kode snorted.
"Yeah, sure. Why does that matter?"
"Because that isn't what you did. In fact, it seemed to me like you weren't even after our cargo at all - as I understand it, the typical strategy of pirates is to steal the cargo out from under our noses while we're distracted. But you specifically targeted the crew - and additionally..." It just occurred to Judge, "you just happened to be waiting for us when this ship was sabotaged. That's a bit too clever for scavengers, isn't it?"
Sweep was sweating profusely.
"So then we're just smarter than most," Kode sneered.
He cried out when Judge whipped him across the face with his cables. There were now three angry scratches on Kode's cheek. Sweep flinched.
"I was just testing it," Judge explained. That earned him a seething glare.
There were few minutes of silence as Judge continued circling his prisoners. Finally, he asked them in a low voice, "do you know what I think?"
When they didn't respond, he suddenly twisted the cables around Kode's neck, a glimmer of fear glinting in his eyes as he started gasping and struggling.
"I think you're hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is."
"Don't -" he choked, glaring at Sweep, who looked like he was about to say something.
"Ah, so there is something." The Judge stared at Sweep.
"Your friend here is running out of air. If you want to save his life-"
"We were hired!"
"By who?"
"I don't know!"
Judge tilted his head - and then dropped Kode, who lay motionless.
"Seems you might have answered me a little late..." He prodded Kode in the side.
"I swear I don't know who he was - he had money, and told us to sabotage your ship. I don't know anything else!"
"We'll see. But that will be enough for me, for now."
Judge hogtied both men on the off-chance that Kode might recover, and left them.
Something was significant about this ship, and he was going to find out what it was.
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"Waitwaitwait, can't you give me local anesthesia or something before you - ow!" Cyrus' entire frame twitched every time Persephone poked or prodded his arm socket with her tools. She chatted with him about a variety of subjects, and it seemed to him that she was trying to get him to relax (though, how could he relax when his arm was off?), but he wondered how much of it was nervous chatter on her part. Still, she seemed to be a nice girl. In no time at all, she declared him "functional", mentioned something about finding the captain, and skipped off, leaving him slightly overwhelmed and befuddled.

Scratching his head, he looked down at his newly-repaired (or patched, at least) arm, and gave his fist an experimental squeeze - then cringed. It didn't hurt - actually, it felt nothing at all, and that's what made it feel so weird. It was going to take some getting used to, but for the time being, at least, he had both his arms.

"Ah, but..." he looked around, "she ran off before I could thank her, didn't she? Well..."
He stood up, brushing off his obnoxiously green pants as he did so - again cringing at the deadness of his new arm - "I guess I better go find the captain too. I find her, then I'll find her."

Cyrus soon discovered that the ship itself wasn't very large - or it's layout was extremely efficient, because he quickly found an irate-looking engineer standing in front of a doorway, talking to the captain - about him. He peeked around behind the man's shoulder to see inside the room - evidently the sickroom.
"Err, there's no tin in me as far as I know.... mainly just steel, tungsten, and chromium - ah, never mind," he cut himself off after seeing the look on the engineer's face.
"Anyway I didn't even know I was... er, dead to begin with. I don't have a switch so... it's not like anyone can just, turn me on," he chuckled nervously, then made a sound of clearing his throat.
"Ah, anyway, captain, I noticed Persephone isn't here, did she see you already? Where'd she run off to? Do you know?"