Frankie chuckled as the little "goddess" begged, placing a hand on her shoulder as he walked her back towards the city center.  "You speak like someone who grew up in an age when civil liberties weren't just a footnote in a history book.  Prisons became quite untenable after the human population dipped below one billion.  According to the last census, the number of free humans living in UN controlled territory is just under one million.  If we find you've committed a string of murders as a bandit, we'll most likely sentence you to between 30 years and life in the military or the DPDS.  The only really serious thing we're looking for is open worship of the dark gods.  If you are found to be in their thrall, I shall be quite disappointed that you didn't take an opportunity to draw your blade and slice me in half where I stand, then burn down this camp."  Frankie spoke with an authoritative tone, keeping fairly subtle the message that she had no choice in whether to come and be recruited into the DPDS or not.<br/><br/>Frankie turned Sayuri around, pointing to ghost as she ran across the battlefield, laughing maniacally as she brutally murdered entire squads of gobbers.  "As for whether we can trust little girls with swords, I think that little exhibit over there should give you an idea.  The drugging is not negotiable.  I'll keep you under surveillance, and if anyone does take advantage of you..."<em>More than strictly necessary,</em>Frankie added in his head.  "I'll ensure that they are placed at your tender mercies without any cameras or outside observers to interfere."  Frankie smiled and dragged the girl towards the makeshift basecamp set up by the skyranger landing site, expecting Dorian to follow for his own debriefing.