Sky Lynx remained in the corner glowering at him, body tense. He wasn't foolish enough to lunge at the brutish man again and didn't fancy being shot again. Once was more than enough. Only when Akylas slowly backed away and left the small cell did he relax. As much as it shamed him he knew the course fellow was right. He had made it too easy. He had given into his baser instincts and behaved like a uncivilized beast. In all his millions of years of existence he could count only a small number of times he had allowed an opponent to goad him to the point he lost control. No more. He clenched his jaw angrily, silently vowing to keep a tight control over his base instincts.<br/><br/>He was a Lt Commander and civilized being after all. Not a wild animal.<br/><br/>He turned his head slightly and meets Hull's eyes in an even stare and watched him. He lifted his head a little higher and curved his neck, trying to look dignified even though he was on the floor. Weak and drugged. Unwilling to damage what pride he had left, he didn't attempt to get up knowing he'd fall flat on his muzzle. Instead he tucked his long legs against his body and waited, wings twitching in agitation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">We will understand you</span><br/><br/>Not bloody likely, he thought bitterly. He shifted a bit, slightly unsettled given the context of his situation. He heaved a sigh of irritation and wondered what the real reason behind the torment was and if they had put any other unfortunate being through this though he doubted he would ever find out.  Not that he was eager to learn the reason for his unpleasant treatment.<br/><br/>Maybe if he explained to this human that he needed to get back to his brethren. He had been on a very important mission and needed to get back before the entire thing fell to shambles. If he could just reason with the human.<br/><br/>He jerked his head towards the not so distant sound of wheels clicking on the floor. His dorsal plates lifting as dread started to sink into the back of his mind. He shuddered at the unwanted memory of heavy chains and cold leather straps. And those accursed shock prods they carried! Was it really necessary to jab them into his joints and any other vulnerable location? If they wanted him to do something then they could bloody well ask!<br/><br/>The door slide open no less than ten minutes later and in stepped the transport team.<br/><br/>Walter Sullivan, dressed in the olive green militant uniform all Avalon grunts wore and head of the small team waltzed in, transport team following behind him. Ever the bully he was always he was always more then a little eager to help the science pukes with any unruly subjects and used more force then necessary.<br/><br/>The cocky grin plastered on his face was marred by a set of thin white scars that ran from his forehead down the side of his face, splitting his lip. The injury had been a parting gift he had received from Sky Lynx when he had been foolish enough to think the animal was sedated and dropped his guard. It was one injury Walter wanted to pay him back for. And would do so first chance he got.<br/><br/>Always prepared, a thick long high powered cattle prod was held in one hand as he smirked at Hull. "The beast properly sedated this time? I know you science pukes don't like it when we have to rough it up a bit because it won't corporate."