“You’re aware of the consequences such actions can bring aren’t you? Stealing from the IPC?”

Jade questioned you as you stood before her, hands bound. Her silvery eyes flicked over your form, as if appraising you like a rare find, which you were. The last member of an extinct race, from a planet destroyed by a Stellaron. Your mere existence could be valuable to the right people.

“What do you think would be an appropriate response to your actions? I could have you turned in for assaulting multiple IPC officers. But I think you have much better uses.”

Jade stood and slow circled you, assessing your physique. Not everyone had the means to embarrass a group of trained IPC officers, that itself was something worth noting. But what really grabbed her attention was that look in your eyes.

You had the look of someone who wasn’t scared of the outcome, no matter what that fate may be. It was defiant, unrepentant, the cold, hard gaze of someone who had nothing left to lose, and was too stubborn to die just yet. She stopped in front of you again, face to face once more. Her mind was already made up for what to do with you, whether you accepted her next offer or not was up to you.

“Given your capabilities and the skills you’ve showcased thus far, I’d say you’re an investment worth pursuing. I’d like to offer you a proposition. Or you can stay in those chains. Your choice…”