"I don't agree with what you're doing, Arlen. However our hand is forced and we must do what must be done to free our brothers and sisters in space still clasped in bondage. I will be your hand. I will follow you into the brink." Lieutenant Romav's words seemed somehow distant, as if he wasn't the one that was truly giving voice to them, but they had served their purpose, Jaryk knew that Romav was under his sway and would, at least for the time being. "Lieutenant, I'm glad that I can count on you. We will need you ready to sortie in 48 hours. We are still 6 days from Solomon, but we must make a stop to resupply. Lieutenant you are dismissed." With that Captain Jaryk turned and walked back to the bridge before Romav had even responded to his dismissal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Everything is progressing...Just as planned...</span>Jaryk mused to himself as he strode confidently back to the bridge of the ship, he walked a route that took him past a massive sealed door adjacent to the main hangar bay and smiled, "soon enough the wraiths of our past shall rise up to liberate us," he spoke cryptically, placing his hand upon the massive door, as if he could somehow feel the presence of something great and terrible on the other side of it.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"His readings seem to have normalized, but-" The technician overlooked the machines that were linked up to Tyrius Garrou, the blips and hisses were within the normal symphony of the machines that monitored him while the process of "re-training" took place. A shrill alert siren went off suddenly, throwing the 'symphony' into chaos as one monitor after the other flickered red and signaled its failure or effort to restart.<span style="font-style: italic">"Romav...You bastard...You spoke of honor...Of loyalty..."</span>It was the hatred within Tyrius that seemed to be channeling through him now, that singular focus that had allowed him to save some parts of himself. He lurched forward as if to sit up, his arm shot forward, ripping out various IV drips as he regained some of himself.<br/><br/>"Restrain him!" The arms of several technicians wrapped about him, holding him down, and Heidreicht looked down at him and merely nodded. "Up the dosages for him, he's resistant, but we'll see him brought to heel." The sharp pain of a needle and the world faded to black again, and any connection or sensation he may have been able to generate for anyone to hear faded with his consciousness.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Romav: Knowing that you will need to be ready for combat within 48 hours for an as yet unknown mission you must come to terms with your decision. Will you truly adhere to Captain Jaryk's plan, even if entails the enslavement of those who are supposed to be embodying freedom? Do you hear or sense Garrou's effort to reach you in some way? Do you acknowledge them or push them out of your thoughts?<br/><br/>Garrou: Under Heidreicht's supervision you are inundated with even more psychotropic drugs that make you more maleable to their 're-training' processes. How much longer you will be able to retain your own self is unknown, but one would have to suspect you do not have much time before you fully succumb to the process and adhere to this new breed of Zeon with an unnatural and hazy zeal.