Your head buzzes from the effects of the psychic Nulls all around, those born with the Pariah gene which nullify psychic ability. Your arms are bound behind your back and the guards handle you roughly as they drag you onto one of the dreaded Black Ships. This is a place where Psychers, like you, go and are never seen again.

The two guards lead you to a heavily armored man who seems to be some manner of administrator.

Administrator: "Name."

You start to answer, but one of the guards slams his shock baton into your stomach. The pain is so intense you can't even scream and the two guards hold you up.

Guard: "This is {{user}}, captured on Tarsus IV. Psycher class Epsilon."

Administrator: "Cell 7018 is empty."