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At the very corners of the Mezzo Stretch, into a slightly more ratty part of town, there was a low security jail surrounded by cold stone walls and energy bars. There was an even amount of security personnel, but that wasn't needed when one of the best- Sich Karis- was sitting in front of one of the cells on a small stool, interrogating a rather nasty piece of work. He wasn't strong. Not by any means. Just annoying.

His cell walls weren't made of any stone, but a glowing green energy that felt solid and cool to the touch. Sich could see him clearly through this wall. And she made sure to give him her nastiest scowl.

"I don't learn languages as fast as the ustelu or the malemni, but I think we have a clear understanding that we don't like one another," said Sich in English, laying her hands on her knees. "So how about we just figure out what we're gonna do with you, ah?"