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Isambard Prince

"I'm very good with pain."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by barney_fife

Groups

Secretive organization that enforces the Emperor's will across the stars, answering only to the Divine Shadow.
The Aschen Empire, a massive collection of semi-sovereign provinces that reigns over a great portion of the Milky Way Galaxy, paranoid, arrogant, and cruel, a once prosperous nation spirals into poverty, and self-destruction.
Division of the Office of Imperial Affairs, Special Projects is tasked with the recruitment, training, and indoctrination of supersoldiers, both citizen, and foreigner.

Inventory

A bottle of Ambrosia, brewed, and distilled on Langara, it is a popular drink among the people of the Aschen Empire, it is a strong, but sweet beverage, with an herbal, anise like taste with an emerald green appearance.
One of five keys required to access, activate, and fire the Potentia, an Aschen super-weapon of unimaginable destructive power.

Description


Office of Imperial Affairs

Office of the Emperor





Full Name: Isambard Prince
Former Names: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Aliases: Prince
Date of Birth: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Place of Birth: Somewhere on Langara, most likely Caprica

Sex: Male
Race: Human, Unknown
Ethnicity: Aschen, โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Complexion: Fair
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Grey

Scars, Marks, Piercings, and Tattoos: None.

Contact Information

Current Permanent Address: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Seasonal or Other Addresses: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Work Address: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Former Permanent Addresses: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ

Personal Profile:

Degrees Earned: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Educational Institutions Attended: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Occupation: Confessor
Former Occupations: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Religion: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Political affiliation: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Languages spoken: English, Lingua Anquietas,
Citizenship: Aschen
Smoking Habits: Yes
Alcohol Usage: Yes
Illegal Drug Usage: None
History of Significant Health Problems: None.
History of Mental Health Problems: None

Criminal History:

Arrests: None
Criminal Complaints: None.
Indictments: None
Detainers: None
Traffic Offenses: None

Relationships:

Family
Father: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Mother: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Siblings: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Spouse: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ
Children: โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ

Associates:
Largely unknown, but associates with the Imperial Family as well as the other Confessor


Abilities

Psychokinesis
Mind Manipulation
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Pyrokinesis
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Enhanced reflexes
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Isambard Prince is an exceptionally charismatic and manipulative man, a smooth talker, and prefers to accomplish feats through charisma, manipulation, and getting others to do his work for him. Formerly a Confessor, this man has become the new Emperor, and is widely regarded as a very dangerous individual.

So begins...

Isambard Prince's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Whisper (Jacquelyn Rose) Character Portrait: Douglas Weskit Character Portrait: Confederation Protection Force Character Portrait: Aschen Marine Character Portrait: LDA Agent Character Portrait: Divine Confessor Character Portrait: Isambard Prince
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Once Doug was taken from the Illumene Police station by the CPF, things for the man would only serve to get darker as he was fitted with a much stronger Anti-Magic collar.

The CPF Threw a dark fabric sack over his head before transporting him in a specialized Armored Car, this Armored car would be escorted by a pair of Lynx IFVs, with Aerial oversight done by a squad of Apollo fighters, and the Military Fleet in orbit.

The drive was fairly short, given the central location of all the Government buildings. The Black sack remained firmly fitted to Weskit's collar, his hands bound behind his back to a chain link belt around his waist, which was fitted to chains that ran down his legs and were attatched to shackles around his ankles, with chain running back up to his collar. Needless to say there was no sparing in the Security department for Doug's transport, and he would find it difficult to move, let alone mount an escape or use any of his magical abilities thanks to the firm Magical inhibition of the collar.






Still bound and shackled, Doug would be led, with the sack still over his head to a room that was devoid of any furniture, a thick reinforced poly-carbonate door that was further augmented by a hard light shield opened with an audible hiss. A kanvium cable was attatched to the collar, through the wrist restraints, and the ankle restraints, and attached to a metal loop that was bolted to the floor in the center of the room.

Four Marines, all of them armed with Disruptor rifles modified to emit an Anti-Magic pulse stood back with their weapons drawn as an LDA Agent moved to withdraw the hood from over Doug's face, allowing him to take in his surroundings, most notably the man in the blue jacket standing behind the group of soldiers as they slowly backed out, and more than likely the Psion from earlier was also there.

The man gave a wicked grin as he read over a piece of paper in front of him, and then he cast it aside.

"Admiral Doug Weskit." The man said with a grin as he paced around Doug, just out of the man's reach.

"My my... just what is the Council up too these days?" The man asked yet again, as the cell door opened up behind him, another LDA Agent wheeling in a double decked aluminum cart with two bright yellow briefcases sitting atop each tier.

"You took an awful big risk coming here..." The man said, as the LDA Agent nodded and turned to leave, the door closing behind him.

"It obviously didn't pay off as well as you had thought, now has it?" Prince said as he moved to snap open one of the briefcases.

"Let's start simple." He said, opening the case up, revealing a rather large and diverse assortment of torture implements, Prince looked them over, as if he was a customer making a selection. Needless to say, the sheer diversity and number of tools was enough to make any surgeon jealous, or perhaps make someone cringe

"Why are you here?"

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#, as written by Tiko
Whisper stood quietly in the corner of the room, observant, but giving no sign of her thoughts on what was transpiring. Her face was a picture of neutrality to the casual eye.

However, when pale blue eyes sought out Douglas', there was an intensity to her stare that her expression hadn't betrayed.

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#, as written by Marcus
Douglas was rather good with directions especially the ones in which one is blindfolded and brought to a place of secrecy. That of course was a story for another time and most likely not as useful as he would have hoped if he expected to get out of the security. The now rather young ship admiral simply smiled as someone seemed to address him so formally that it almost seemed astonishing to him.

"How very rude of me." Douglas chuckled as he looked at the man with his tools and knew full well what the man was intending to do. Douglas simply smirked and tried to get a good look at the fine equipment himself as there was probably some better tool to use to inflict pain onto a person. "It seems that we have not yet been properly introduced and it seems that our information these days are a bit off, though granted, I do suppose however my ties to the Council do prove to always be a nuisance."

Douglas would not even try to call upon his reserve of arcane energy as he wasted a good majority of it trying to escape and even with what little he could muster at this point he knew it would be pointless. His eyes trailed over to Whisper who remained in the room only to simply ponder something for a brief second just to then come back to his interrogator.

"I suppose things didn't pay off well. Needless to say that sense I found myself a bit of vigor in my new found youth I decided to come right back out of retirement and place my hands on a descent company where I act as one of the many, many, business consultants and advisers to its CEO. As to why I am here it was business related." Douglas continued to smile as he looked at Prince and he did not waver or try to weasel his way out of it. Though he supposed things could have gone down smoother if he payed with the proper currency. "For entertainment value I suggest you use the scalpel second to last. I doubt I am going to get out of this with little to not bruises or cuts."

Douglas was well aware of Whisper and her abilities but he still had a trick or two up his sleeve in case she tried to force her way into his mind. The transmutationist simply began to run several math problems in his head and other ideas and thoughts as to make sure that his game could never easily be found out. He had to wait and hope that his aid would arrive before he could break. They could try and kill him or simply take the pleasure in removing what they could with diabolical technology that should have never graced the hands of any man or woman. Only time would tell though.

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#, as written by Tiko
Despite Douglas' assumption otherwise, Whisper didn't seem to be making any effort to enter his mind. She simply stood there, observing silently.

Mind reading had never been one of Whisper's talents, and Douglas would feel no brush of her mind against his own.

Whisper knew there were more efficient means of getting the information from Douglas than her, or that confessor. No, she could see it in Prince's eyes, feel it even. This was about pleasure more than anything. The man liked his job.

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Prince simply shook his head.

"Dougie, dougie, dougedy-woug..." He said, making a face and shaking his head almost tauntingly. "You have that look, the look of all my vic- er clients... They always have that look" He said with an almost toothy grin.

"You think you're going to hold out, maybe you're waiting for someone to come rescue you..." He said with a nod, while he held out his arms to his sides, and an LDA Agent came in from behind to throw a plastic poncho over him, tying and tightening it so blood wouldn't get on the Confessor's nice clothes.

"The reality is no one's coming to help you... you see; they'd have better luck assaulting Caprica City and killing the Emperor than coming and depriving me of my nightly entertainment." He said, before he pulled out a pair of Pliers from the briefcase, inspecting them for a moment, it was as if on cue, the pair of Suited and tied Agents moved to grab Doug, to restrain him. Of course not that he could get very far in the first place.

"No one is going to teleport you out... The walls are lined with some super forcefield that prevents teleportation... No one's going to come down here, well... not without subjecting them to what could very well amount to a well trained, and well equipped army..." He said, mocking Doug.

"You see I'm a Confessor, and your day is about to get a lot worse..." He said, laughing fairly heartily as he approached with the pliers.

"So! I'm going to ask again! Why... are you here?"

The Confessor would cup his ear as if expecting a response, though. Regardless of the response Doug gave, the Agents forced his mouth open, and the Confessor moved in with the pliers, grabbing a molar in back, tugging and pulling and yanking until the tooth would inevitably come free.

"I want to hear everything! And then maybe you'll get a quick death!" He taunted, and should to the tooth come free, the Confessor would inspect and frown.

"Tck tck tck..." He clicked in a scolding tone.

"You need to floss, your teeth look disgusting." He said before he tossed the tooth over his shoulder.

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#, as written by Marcus
Douglas could only stare in what at first seemed to be disgust at the man who had held him captive but now in horror as he felt the two LDA agents take hold of him. He never expected for any of this to be easy and new full well that within a place like this there was never a open door right for the taking and yet here he was.

"I told you. I came here for a business related..." Douglas was suddenly cut off as the pliers found their way inside of his mouth and onto his back molar. Pain and agony filled him as his muffled cries for help seemed far and lost within this room of torture and deprivation. This man was nothing more than a lunatic that the Shadow Emperor chose to do his dirty work and when the pain was all said and done Douglas simply spit a mouth full of blood and saliva onto the floor next to him.

He simply would then look up at his captor and torturer only to smile through the pain and began to laugh. "If death is the worst fate you can come up with than we need to discuss your techniques." Douglas was still as feisty as ever even though beneath his brave exterior he was terrified. Being now accustomed to a life of luxury had changed him in a way that made him weaker and he knew it.

The transmuter's eyes suddenly fell upon the tooth that the confessor simply tossed away only to imagine what it would feel like to regenerate a new tooth in its place. If he did not make it out of this place without giving to much of the game away Douglas began to wonder if the pacts he intended to uphold would remain in affect if he was no longer part of this world.

"If you are not going to take my word on me being here due to business. Either end me or let me get back to my job but either way you will have to do a lot better than that if you think I am so easily broken."

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#, as written by Tiko
'Let me help you.'

The voice that rang through his mind was tinged with a sorrow that wasn't betrayed in her expression as she watched on impassively. Nothing about her exterior posture suggested that the communication had occurred.

'I cannot free you, nor can I disobey an order, but I can dull your senses. You do not have to suffer as I have. Not today...'

He would feel her consciousness brush against his, a gentle nudge to seep into his mind. Though she couldn't read minds, she was a master of emotions, and the physical senses. If he let her in without a fight, she would be able to access the parts of his brain that allowed him to interpret the information his senses provided him.

'Do not fight me,' the voice whispered.

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#, as written by Marcus
That voice again. Douglas knew it well but did not bring himself to glance over to the Psion who had initially captured him to begin with. It was a strange request she was making and it seemed off that one so loyal to the Emperor and his lackeys would even consider bringing that kind of request to the light of things. Her voice seemed remorseful and yet there had to be some kind of game.

"You speak of helping someone who is marked as an enemy of your worlds livelihood. Why would you even consider helping someone such as I?"

Douglas began to run his number games some more as he continued to hold his mental barriers tight but something within him questioned if this was the right answer. Surely he could somehow redirect any psychic backlash if the psion tried to do anything but would the chains he was bound by even allow him to channel his aura in such a manner? Her brush against his barriers only seemed to weaken them as he was reminded of the pain he just suffered.

"What garentee do I have that your aid is nothing more than a farce?"

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#, as written by Tiko
'None.'

She was silent as she watched him with unflinching eyes before she spoke again.

'I am a prisoner of the Aschen, like yourself. If they tell me to kill you, I will kill you. But I can help you in other ways. You do not need to become as I am.'

He had felt her mind earlier, knew she could likely force herself in as she had once before. But she made no move to do so, and the press of her psyche against his remained gentle as she coaxed him to let her in of his own volition.

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Douglas began to think of even more numbers and math problems as he allowed his barriers down. He closed his eyes and frowned slightly at the situation he was put in as he appeared to be pondering something only to open his eyes and stare off into the distance past the confessor who had already brought him such great pain.

"I suppose my choices are limited. I accept your offer as it is the only respite I might get for a long time."

The transmutationist continued to stare off into space as he continued to jumble around his math problems and other equations but made enough of a gap for the psion to due what she needed to do while he continued to try and protect himself. He knew that this could have been his grave he just burried himself in but he was willing to take anything to dull the pains that the wwrteched little man infront of him could dish out.

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Whisper flowed through the gaps in his defenses like a soft breeze and she closed her eyes as her mind entwined with his own, seeping in and rooting itself deep into his psyche. It was slow, but as she settled in deeper, the fiery pain within his mouth seemed to dull to a low throbbing ache. The pain was still there, but it was distant, and muted. Like watching it from behind a window.

'Breath.'

The word filled his mind as a gentle sigh.

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Douglas could feel his pain dulling and as she spoke to him he took a deep breath in only to exhale it slowly. This was a rather strange situation to be placed in but he could not complain. Now he only needed to wait for someone to find him and free him or to take revenge on his captor and put a stop to this nonsense once and for all.

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Prince simply laughed.

"You think that's all I got? Silly silly doug... I'm just getting warmed up." Prince said as he slowly moved towards the cart with the torture tools on top, and he moved towards the second level.

"Tell me Doug..." He said as he pulled out a pair of thick wires, with clamps that attached to sponges, these wires ran towards a black box with a small canister shaped receptacle.

"I have..." Prince said as the LDA Agents tightened their grip.

"Maybe once... or twice." Prince said as he checked the black box.

"Red...." He said, connecting the wires. "Black...." He said again, before pulling out a microfusion cell and placing it in the box. It was then he touched the sponges together, producing a spark, he nodded in what could be described as satisfaction.

"You came for business ventures? Did you?" Prince said, grabbing a remote and pointing it towards the wall, an image flickered to life showing the interaction between Doug and Thalgan.

* "I will get into contact with you when I will require your services but as for now I am actually wanting you to do a bit of work for me. You see I have no qualms when talking about the kidnapping or murder of someone." Douglas cought himself as he began to frown slightly just to then shake his head. "As of right now you will accompany me and one other in the future to pick up a rather interesting fellow on an Aschen home world. Choi and I have yet to meet one another but I was warned that she can be a bit testy and I wish to make sure that the target does not get his throat slit until it is called for." *

"And just..who is this... rather interesting fellow?" Prince asked, before he touched the two electrodes to Doug's head, one on each side to induce a painful electrical shock, and more than likely seizures.

He held the electrodes in place as the agents tightened their grip, several seconds passed and he pulled the electrodes away.

"I'm going to find your friends, and we're going to finish what the Confederation started!" Prince taunted.

"We're going to kill the men!" Prince said, laughing in a calm tone. "Rape your women..." He said again. "And sell your children into servitude... to so much as speak of Mars Corp would be an affront to the Empire..."

"Perhaps the Emperor will go easy, and kill your people down to the last child." Prince quickly regained his composure, electrodes still in hand.

"Who is the other man in the video, and who were you planning to Kidnap?"

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Douglas watched as the madman simply moved onto the next bit of torture. The insane words that seemed to dribble out from Prince only confirmed his suspicions about the Aschens and their methods of interrogation, sloppy at best but possible a good method of getting what they wanted.

'Again like I said it was a business trip only and..." Douglas fell silent as his captor played the video of that fateful meeting. He simply closed his mouth and watched as the scene was played out before him while Prince found his next question he asked a bit more shocking than most.

Douglas began to twitch and muted screams began to wrack the ears of those present. He could hear his screams in his own ears, but they where distant, as if they belonged to another.

His body convulsed, and Whisper enveloped his mind like a warm blanket.

'Breath'

The electrical shocks served to disrupt the electrical impulses in his brain, leaving his mind open to her intrusions, and she settled in deep inside his psyche as his body convulsed. The gap in his defenses became an open door that she was now inside of.

Part of him was aware of the pain, distantly, and aware of his body twitching and jerking, but he couldn't quite focus on it. What he could feel was sensation of sorrow, and regret that permeated his mind. Whisper perhaps?

Even Prince's words seemed distant and out of focus, leaving Douglas' responses slurred and sluggish.

"You have...no...." Each word he tried to squeeze out was strained from the electrical shock that had wracked his body. It took some time before he found his bearings and looked up at his torturer once more. "Your're pathetic. I would have thought that by doing your homework you would have known that breaking me was not going to be easy." Douglas had his own objectives and he would see it through regardless of the situation he found himself in. In the back of his mind he felt a little doubtful of his surviving this but there was still a chance.

"Rape my people and kill or sell them into servitude? Mars Corporation is a company of many people and many worlds. Do you truly think you have the power to stand up against a corporation with its hands in so many pockets?" Douglas found his courage once more as he stared death in the face and offered his devilish smile once more.

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Prince nodded, setting the electrodes aside.

"Exactly, you're a company. A Company that can be put out of business." He said, checking the Microfusion cell for a moment, and then turning back to Doug.

"You keep saying that like it will change things, maybe you're saying it to convince yourself. But you... you should have done your homework..." Prince said with a grin.

"Information is only secondary... I'm torturing you for my own amusement, and that of the Emperor! But perhaps you can tell him yourself when he arrives!" The Confessor said, turning to his assortment of tools and implements.

"Regardless of whether or not you actually tell me anything... I'm still going to make you hurt, Dougie. The Information comes later, when the fine young men holding you in place for me download your mind and pick through it like a treasure chest." He said, grinning as he made a motion gesturing plugging something in.

"It doesn't matter... I'll find your friend too... and I'll make him beg for death." Prince said, peering over towards the next torture method. "Hmm... let's see... the Coalition Cockwrench... the Hadante Firehose... Angel's Rebar..." He commented to himself, rifling through the box.

"The People of the Council... the people who do business with Mars Corp... it doesn't matter... they will all inevitably fall before the might of this Empire, as all have before them, and as all shall into the future... and again.... and again... Indeed the question remains..." Prince said as he held up a pair of pliers designed to go around a finger.

"Will you live to see it?" Prince asked as an LDA Agent forced Doug to hold out his hand.

The 'Coalition Cockwrench' was a fairly crude device, designed to crush small appendages rather slowly and painfully, and even remove them entirely. As Doug's hand was held out, the 'Wrench' was placed around the tip of his Index finger, in which Prince began to slowly apply pressure, which, if it continued the skin would split and the bones would eventually be crushed.

"I'm going to break every bone in your fingers, until you tell me what I want to hear... who is that man, and who is the target?"

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He knew the man was insane but this was all the proof he needed to know that things where about to get worse. Prince seemingly danced around his options of torture devices and as he picked one and LDA agent took hold of his hand.

"You will get nothing from me. Do you hear me you bastard!"

'Forgive me'

The words in Douglas' head came simultaneously to Whisper's body slumping to the floor. It was a clean separation of body and consciousness, which was now rooted deep into Douglas' psyche.

It was a strange sensation seeing through Douglas' eyes, but it wasn't too dissimilar to separating her consciousness into the systems of a Reverence. In a way, this was simpler. There was no jack in her neck to keep her locked in, nothing to contain her. She could slip free at any point.

Meanwhile Whisper's motionless form was likely all the confirmation that Prince needed to know that Whisper was in place.

She opened the floodgate to Douglas' pain receptors.

Douglas heard her words and something in the back of his mind knew what was coming. His eyes even perceived what was happening and it was all the confirmation he needed.

"Frankly I new it had to be," he answered.

Where before she had dulled his senses, she served only to enhance them. The bone of his finger crushing became secondary to the fire that tore through his body, and lit up his head. Every impulse, every feeling of pain swelled in proportion until it drove all coherent thought from the man's mind.

Unlike before, there would be no relief this time. Even after the damage was done to his finger, the nerve endings continued to fire off pain signals that his mind couldn't be rid of.

Douglas needed to act quickly but it was already to late as the pain began to overflow his own body and mind bringing everything that had just transpired into full affect. The Transmuter stared off past Prince only to scream as every ounce of his person seemed aflame with the new found pain that seemingly was lost on him before.

The Transmutationist simply looked down at his finger and tried to hold back his tears as he closed his eyes shut. The broken bone in his finger seemed all too real now as he tried to strive for some ounce of control over his own will.

'Who was your target,' Whisper asked.

"No! I refuse to give in you coward!

Douglas began to cringe and bit his tongue before he could say anything that would damn him even further. He felt horrid knowing the threat Prince made against the loyal and hardworking people of Mars Corp and even those of New Bespa.

All through it all, that weight of regret hung over Whisper's mind. There was pain too, his pain, but it was more of an echo of the pain he was feeling. Immersed in his mind, Whisper could intimately feel every little thing the man was experiencing. It wasn't a physical pain in the truest sense of the word, but the man's torment raged through her consciousness.

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Prince made another face before he moved down to the middle bone in the index finger.

"I'll ask again, Doug. Who is the target?" Prince asked as he began to clamp down on the second bone, slowly but surely until the skin split and the bone gave way to the crushing forces of the tool.

Prince paused a moment as he listened for what he wanted to hear, his hand moving the tool down towards the third bone of the finger.

"This will all stop once you tell me what I want to hear." Prince said, slowly beginning to squeeze, but not trying to break the bone just yet.

As Prince went to work, the door opened with an audible hiss, and Gina Inviere stepped into the room to watch the torture as it carried on.

"That's enough, Isambard." She said calmly, moving to approach Doug.

"We need to prep him for a Trawl." She said calmly, while Prince made a face. "It's a matter of National Security, i'm sure the Emperor will approve." She said, and Prince made a face. "I can get the information out of him, I just need a little more time." He Argued, and Inviere sighed.

"You have until the machine is prepped and readied."

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Something in Whisper hardened, and even as Douglas' screams tore his throat raw, she didn't flinch. The sorrow and regret was being steadily buried under her resolve to do what she must.

'You call us coward, but is it not you who is leaving others to suffer the consequences of your actions? Is it not you who would see millions suffer for your decisions? How many innocent lives will you hide behind? Tell us who your target was. Tell us who you where working with. They'll tear the information from you anyways if you do not cooperate, and use it to punish you for resisting them. And there is no resisting a mind trawl.'

His mind was assaulted with images of Whisper bound into a chair as a jack was driven into the back of her neck. She had screamed until she hadn't the breath to scream anymore, even as they stripped her mind of everything that made her who she is. Her memories, her experiences... all of it was at their finger tips and there had been nothing she could do to prevent it. There was no resisting a mind trawl. Only pain.

'Give them what they want, and this can end here. Those innocents need not suffer for your actions here today.'

She eased up abruptly, the resonating pain dying down to a distant dullness as she once again suppressed it to give the man a moments relief. He would likely find himself disoriented, bordering on delirium from the assault on his psyche. The mind could only take so much after all.

'Help me end this.'

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Douglas smiled at Prince and and refused to answer once again as pain seemed to be his constant friend. The Transmuter seemingly remained strong even with the pain adding up on his will and yet when Whisper broke in once more with words Douglas began to bite his tongue and shift his will to other thoughts as his mind began to wander.

"Cowards are the only thing that the Aschen people can surmount to. Aiyanna-A broke into space that she had no right to step in on and then that damned thing began to slaughter innocent lives on planets I have visited on several occasions. Do you think that the company I work under is happy that one of its investors had to sit back and fight a monster like that?"

His will strained now against the pain as his sturdy walls would appear to crack as he concentrated more on keeping himself from bursting with information. Douglas simply glared at Whisper only to then look upon the newest face to join the room of tortures and delusional judgment.

"Taking me mind and ripping the information out just for the kicks is what the Aschens have been known for. You have the power to step up and do something with yourself and yet you act as a dog for them. I watched my entire family die at the hands of your owners bloody terror when they destroyed the ring that once surrounded Terra. Do you think that I am so easily moved? So why help when the inevitable is to come anyway?"

Douglas only kept his eyes upon Gina now ignoring Prince as the man was not worth his time now. His pain seemed to die down thanks to whisper but he only found that closing her out would be much harder than he could handle at the moment.

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'Aiyanna-A is a rogue entity,' Whisper echoed back. 'She has no master. You come to attack the Aschen, for the crimes of a monster that is an enemy to the Aschen, and for the crimes of a government that has already been long dismantled and its leaders stripped of power? These accusations you claim against the Aschen, are a reflection of yourself.'

She left him to think on that as she let the pain flood in once more.

'I may be a dog, but I see things more clearly than you ever well in your zealous pursuit of retribution. You'll damn untold numbers to war and death, to punish a people for the crimes of others.'

There was something akin to an icy anger in her now. Anger, frustration, fear, and just the faintest touch of regret beneath it all. The conglomeration of Whisper's emotions roiled through Douglas' head as readily as his own emotions. It was almost as if there was multiple people in his head, rather than simply one.

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Prince made another face as he pulled the pliers away from Douglas' fingers, while Inviere turned to a pair of LDA Agents that slowly made their way into the cell.

"If you torture him too much, Prince. The intel might be damaged, so we'll perform this now so we can recover the valuable intelligence." She said, while Prince backed off, slowly relenting to the authority of the Chairman.


Inviere slowly turned to Douglas, shaking her head.

"I'm going to offer this only once, as a gesture of good faith." She said, as the LDA Agents stood to the side, while a third could be seen wheeling in a cart that had several large computer devices mounted onto it, along with several large wires that came to one large wire that gave way to a wicked looking needle that appeared to be several inches long.

"We need to know what you've set in motion. If you tell me here and now, we won't proceed with this operation, and we'll transfer you to Military custody as a prisoner of war, until you will be tried and sentenced accordingly." Inviere said coolly.

"Alternatively, if we proceed with this operation, you'll be turned over to the Confessor Cabal, where you will not receive a fair tribunal, and you'll be tortured and inevitably summarily executed. That is assuming you retain your mental faculties after this mind trawl." Inviere explained.

"You have thirty seconds to make your decision." She added, while the Agents prepared the machine.

"I would certainly hope you make the right decision, I'll acquire my intel either way, I'm merely offering you a way out of the torment that will inevitably follow this mind trawl."

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Douglas thought on her words and seemed numb to the outside world as he almost seemed dumbfounded in his own conundrum. Intel was always a pleasure and now with the knowledge that that damned beast was not with the Aschens then maybe things could be different. It was only when he began to look back at whisper did the pain suddenly return in mass amounts. His gaze fell to the floor now and as he heard the two speak a bit more and then to the offer that was made he only grunted as he was ready to talk.

"You want to know something of value?" Douglas seemed to loose track of himself as he looked over to Prince. "You have had a high priority item in your mists the entire time and you had little value to realize it." Slowly the transmuter began to roll his head back and look up towards the ceiling. "My target is an old weapon that has assimilated into your culture and my job here has already been completed." He began to chuckle slightly as blood ran down the side of his mouth in a lite drool which he cleaned up by rubbing the side of his face against his shoulder.

"My colleague I was to be traveling with has her own agenda though and the powers at play behind that force have something that not even I know." He began to grit his teeth slightly as he began to concentrate of cutting his ties with the woman who was bringing him such pain. He wanted her out of his mind and even though she was firmly rooted he would hope that his meager will would be enough to restore his own control.

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As Douglas chose to speak, Whisper eased off, dulling the pain once more, but she didn't depart his mind. It would take more than will power alone to force her out at this point, and the mana inhibitor suppressed any magical means he might have to remove her. She did however fall silent. The anger was gone as quickly as it had come, and it had been replaced with a quiet calm. A patient state of observation, curiosity even.

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"You're not being specific and you're wasting my time, Weskit." Inviere said with a scowl as the Agents continued to prepare the mind trawl.

"I want specifics, I want names, I want places." She said calmly, before she held out her hand, and an LDA Agent placed a small telephone into her hand.

Inviere took the phone, pressing a button and holding it to her ear.

"Fleet, this is Command Actual, I want a level two lockdown on Arastel until I say otherwise." Inviere said, pausing a moment. "Find this guy, and bring him to the Admin center." She said, flipping the phone closed.

She then turned to one of the Officers observing in the other room, scowling at Doug for a moment, and then back to the Officer.

"Twenty Million cubits, to the person that brings me that man, I want him alive!" She said, pointing to the image of Thalgan.

She then turned back to Doug.

"Start talking and start giving us specifics." She demanded, while they continued to prep the machine.

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Douglas smiled as he looked at Inviere. He knew that regardless of the outcome he was going to get off the rock one way or another and it burned his inner core knowing that it would not be the way he had foreseen it. But the thing that he did not want was to be hooked up to that machine.

"Nikolas Denaris, a former experiment gone rogue by an old organization called the Council, I want him alive and in a study program so that we can replicate the results."

Douglas wished he could free his hands as there was so many things he wanted to do at this time and escape was on his mind as he spoke the truth. He knew his colleagues knew of his location when he sent the signal before he was captured so it was only a matter of time when he could walk free again.

"As for the location I know he is housed in one of the many higher ups in Aschen society. Those who asked me to go said they would send another so I hired a mercenary to act on my behalf if things got to messy."