"Don't we pay someone to keep them sedated?"

At these words, [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e60235ec-69f8-44e0-9929-16024a4fc845.jpg]a man reclining at an array of holo-screens[/url] stirred from his reverie. "Something must have gone wrong with the sedative gas emitter in his cell." Came the reply of Miino Tavros, the Cerberus's mechanic. "I'll get that fixed right away."

"In the meantime, I believe a well-placed dart should be enough to quiet the prisoner down until the emitters can be fixed." Ijin offered as he finished his latest round of maintenance on Finbl.

"Get everything set up, but don't put him out just yet." A third voice spoke up.

It was a smooth, silken voice. One that likely would have been a joy to listen to, were it not for the fact that a subtle wrongness pervaded it. A subtle wrongness pervaded everything else about the xeno who owned that voice. Although the wrongness wasn't so subtle for the human members of the crew, what with him looking like [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a776e326-9c85-469a-91ef-985b91c3fe9f.png]the spitting image of what ancient human folklore referred to as demons[/url] and all.

"I would very much like to hear what he has to say." Jor'eth Arthrollas, the 'man' who actually owned the Cerberus, declared to all present. "If nothing else, it should serve as a fine opportunity to feed on his misery... Quintus, would you care to join me? If our latest acquisition proves more robust than my brig, I believe you would be best suited to handling him." With that said, Jor'eth set off in the direction of the shouting.