Io @Chloe Emerson The room was small, barely bigger than a Terran's closet, but it held enough room for it's purpose. A single light hung from the ceiling, two chairs sat opposite them, and occupying them were two very different men. One of them sat with a straight back, eyes forward. His suite jacket was draped over the back of his chair and the vest that still clung to his chest was clearly cut by a tailor. His jaw line was set strong, his eyes stared forward at his companion, but a large scar decorated his chair. Large protrusions ran along his spine, sticking out from beneath the collar of his clothes. He looked sleek, refined, even wealthy. The man opposite was in an entirely different state. He wore the clothes of a UN Marine, caked in blood and covered in welts. His skin was a mess of cuts and bruises, one of his eyes was swollen over, and everything about him appeared as though he stood at the very edge of death's door itself. A slight blubber of something escaped his mouth, a bit of blood dripping onto his clothes as he leaned forward. "They really did a number on you." Alric's voice was calm, soft. He reached out, and the man almost immediately jerked back out of reaction. A small smile touched Alric's face. "Don't worry." His tone was amused now. "I have someone coming to take a look at you." The man said something, though Alric quite wasn't able to understand it. He thought for a moment, assuming what the other man had spoken of. "I can't let you die. Not yet. You still have something that I need." There was always something that he needed. His men had set to work pretty hard on this young marine, but it had been necessary. The carrot and the stick. He had experienced the stick, so now it was time for the carrot.