[center][b][u]Baron Military Prison[/b][/u][/center]

"Shock." An old man wrote notes down on a clipboard as his assistant pressed down on a switch located on a large control array. On the other side of the wall, behind a glass viewing frame, Damian, who was locked in place with his limbs stretched, was shocked by enough volts of electricity to nearly cause him to blackout. He cried out in pain as the electricity caused his entire body to spasm. "AGHHHH!! NOOOOO!" when the electrocution stopped, he gasped for air and coughed. "FUCK YOU, INHUMAN PIECE OF SH-"

"Shock."

"ARGHHHH-ckkkkkkk....ck.....ckk...." Damian's mouth was forced shut as his jaw clenched in response to the pain. 

"We didn't want to have to resort to this, my friend, but you are wasting our time. Bring in the collar," the scientists said in annoyance. Damian's breathing was weak and labored, and he could only move his eyeballs to watch the assistant press a button to open the sliding door on the far side of his chamber. The assistant then grabbed a metal band that had a small box on it. The inside of the band was riddled with tiny needles, the largest needle extending down the neck. It was obvious it wasn't a painless procedure, and it he couldn't imaging the pain of the largest needle digging into is spine. Damian squirmed in place as adrenaline and fear began to take over. However, the cylindrical locks on his hands and feet kept him rooted in place. The assistant then used a magnetic rod to carry the collar up to Damian's neck, as he was somewhat high in the air. The collar seemed to float by the end of the rod, and when it neared Damian, the assistant jammed the opening of the collar towards his neck. Damian screamed as the collar wrapped and then tightened as it auto-adjusted to his neck's size. The needles dug in and the back needle drilled into his spinal column, causing him to shriek before he lost his voice.

His vision began to fade as he felt his consciousness drain in pulses synchronized with his heartbeat. He had to exert every ounce of his spirit just to stay awake. He then felt a sudden jolt of electricity within his brain, but could not act to express his pain. He was terrified: he could feel his body, but could not control anything. It was as if he was a conscience trapped within a body without any control whatsoever. 

The assistant stepped out and returned to the scientist's side. The man nodded and then spoke into the microphone with fed into an output speaker in the chamber.

"Ok, subject 33, I want your first AND last name, now," he said calmly. 

Damian was frightened when he heard his own voice speak without him even thinking to move his mouth: "Da-.....Damian....Le'Kruz...."

Damian began to panic, though on the outside, no emotion was present. [b][i]'This is not good... NOT good, Damian. We don't have enough spirit to do anything! DAMNIT!"[/b][/i] Even Triliq felt Damian's fear, and she realized that he was justified in it.

"Ah, the general will be pleased to hear of these results. However, we won't be able to get full combat and field capability like this...." he said as he fidgeted with a few controls. "I suppose I should wipe the conflicting conscience now..."

Damian mustered every ounce of his energy to break through whatever force was stopping him from accessing his nervous system and spoke: "N-n-no! I'll.... I'll listen! I'll..... obey...."

The scientist hid a smile as he looked down and nodded. "Ahh, will you now? Well, then...." he nodded to his assistant who retrieved a small chip and reentered the room. Using the same rod, the assistant placed the chip in a small slot located on the box that was attached to the left side of the collar. "We'll keep the collar on, but I'm beginning to think we'll be able to trust you."

After typing up a few notes on his computer he pointed to his assistant. "Mandy here will be watching your endocrine responses. We'll also have constant first person surveillance. What you see, we see. What you hear, we hear. If we suspect you try to take the collar of at ANY time, we simply..." with the press of a button, the Doctor watched Damian scream in pain as the largest needle dug deeper into his spine. "...spark the reaction of the toxins in your body. You'll be dead within seconds, if the collar doesn't take control of you first."

Damian felt his eyes beginning to droop as his consciousness leaked away rapidly. 

[i][b]'This just got much more interesting, don'tcha think, Dee?'[/i][/b]