(Even though not everyone has posted that they're ready, I'm continuing to the next day since that individual hasn't posted in a week or two.)<br/>-----------------------------------<br/>0600, The Next Day.<br/><br/>Delta woke with a start.  The room he awoke in was painted a dull grey and featured a toilet, the bed he was on, and a tiny window with wrought iron bars preventing escape.  The door leading into the room had no door knob or any obvious way of opening it from the inside.  A small slat at the bottom allowed for a tray of food to be pushed through periodically.<br/>"So I'm in a cell. Great."<br/>"You're a real Einstein aint ya," boomed a voice from a speaker hidden somewhere in the room.<br/><em>If they can hear what I say, they can probably see what I'm doing too. I have to plan my escape carefully if I'm going to get out of here without letting them in on the plan.</em><br/><br/>-------------------------------------<br/>Elsewhere in a facility run by The Forgotten, a man in a doctors coat knocked gently on the door before entering.  Gently sleeping in a hospital bed was Ciel.  She had been brought in after last nights incidents suffering from severe nanite contamination.  She had been hooked up to all sorts of machines pumping her full of medicine and anti-nanite agents to help her body resist the foreign agents. After an initial analysis of the machines, it was determined that the nanites had originated from the mech she had been piloting before and were attempting to synchronize her to the machine as a sort of interface. When the danger had passed, they had detached her from the machines and placed her in the general in-patient quad.  After the doctor took her vitals, he left.  Her inability to wake up was not a side effect of the medicine or the nanites, but rather her species.  Although it was unusual for one so young to experience the special trance  Animus went through, it wasn't unheard of in highly stressful and dangerous circumstances.  The doctor just hoped she was strong enough to survive the process, as a good number of Animus never survived the forming of their soul.<br/>--------------------------------------<br/>Renault walked into one of the spartan conference rooms in the Kurat Confederacies Charley Base, a small militarized facility built into the porous rocks of an asteroid in Taya's asteroid belt. The facility served as a training center for Confederacy troops wishing to become ace-pilots.<br/>Renault and his forces had been instructed to retreat to this facility in the event of a botched mission, and retreat they had.  While still close to Einstein station, it had just enough distance to serve as a rally point without being obvious to any prying eyes.<br/><br/>Seeing that the conference room was deserted, Renault took his seat at the table.  Moments later, the door hissed open as a high-ranking officer flanked by two armed men entered the room. From his position, Renault could see that two guards had been stationed outside the room. The two armed men who entered with the officer took posts at either side of the door as the officer sat directly across from Renault.  "So, you epically screwed up that mission Captain. Care to explain what happened?"<br/>Renault saluted before responding, "yes sir.  Initially our operation went off without a hitch. We had adequate men to accomplish our goal given the situation we engineered. However, two unknown forces appeared and engaged us.  Our team was not equipped to handle a significant armed force, as we were expecting to disable any strong resistance with the EMP. The other two forces caught us completely off guard and we were spread too thin to mount a counter offensive. I managed to obtain visual records of the enemies we encountered.  By my estimation, the first force is a group of mercenaries from Ragnarok. Curiously, they did not seem to be on the colonies side, as they attacked anything they met indiscriminately.  The second group, I'm not so sure about. If I were to venture a guess, I'd say they were a hidden military organization based within the colony itself.  The presence of such an organization would throw the question of Einstein Stations neutrality into question."<br/><br/>The seated officer took in Renaults statements with calm resolve. "Speaking of Einstein Stations neutrality, you are aware that attacking such a 'neutral' station has impacted us greatly, especially given the consequences of your failure to secure the station."<br/>Renault became visibly nervous. "Yes sir."<br/>The officer continued, a chill air about him. "Then you must surely understand why you are under arrest for treason?"<br/>"Excuse me sir?"<br/>"Did I stutter? For attacking a neutral station without proper authorization, you are hereby placed under arrest for the crime of grand treason. The penalty for which is death."<br/>"Sir, I was acting under orders. In fact, here they are!"<br/>Renault reached into his uniform and pulled out a sheaf of documents detailing yesterdays mission. He handed them to the officer across from him, in the hopes of saving himself.<br/>"Interesting," commented the officer as he took out a cigar, lit it up with a lighter, and then took a nice drag of it, blowing the smoke out all over the paper and into Renaults face.  "So you had the orders on your person. No wonder we couldn't find it in your quarters. Unfortunately, if we are to frame you for treason, such orders can never have existed." He ignited the lighter and brought the papers into the flame.  "So sorry.  You must understand that The Confederacy can't afford to let it be known that we sanctioned such an attack. You're going to have to take the fall for us. Now are you going to come quietly, or are we going to have to shoot you here, for resisting arrest?"<br/>