While they are unconscious Garvin searches them and has the autodoc scan then for implants / foreign bodies (keys, data chips, shivs). These are old lags who may have gone for worst case / hold out options. They are always restrained (hands, waist and feet) as they are super high risk violent felons.terrymixon wrote: ↑Mon Sep 30, 2024 8:54 pm Gentlemen, as the ladies have the female prisoner in hand, the two hardcases are in the brig awaiting your attention. Please proceed.
Garvin says "Stay on the link. I'll go an' cast me bread on the water an' we might get a steer on 'ow to play this pair. If they give us an openin' we can pour psi resource into it or maybe Arkar an' me can find an angle for a con. I'll need a telepath to come in an steer me while we see where we can go with this... an' just in case we can trick 'em into an interrogation. I can 'elp with psi tricks later as we switch up the roles. Let's just see if the old "prison vibe" kicks in with 'em an' they're willin' to start tradein' resources".
For the first try Garvin sets things up with three small cells in a row facing a table. The team telepath is in the middle cell (cell 2) at as short a range as we can contrive from the bad guys (who occupy cells 1 and 3). He then orders himself a big steak with a very aromatic pepper corn sauce, a pint of french fries piping hot to make their vinegar dressing volatile, some (very) garlic bread on the side and a pint of stout.
He enters the area visible from the cells puts down his meal on its trencher, adds seasoning and begins to enjoy it. He looks up to notice the prisoners and states "Save your breath. This is my steak - you're gettin' kibble. Tomorrow. An' no - you can't move next to your mate so you can grab each other through the bars. Cor, you've got plenty o' that to look forward to! Update for you. We were goin' to interview you - just for the form of it really but that Sternmetal bird's doin' all your talkin' for you. Fek me she's done you two up like a pair of kippers! Anyway this is yer welfare visit..." he smiles "... you're gettin' fek all! 'Ow d'you like them onions?"
(OOC: Happy to carve this scene up among all the possible contributors hence this being styled as a "recon". Plus we're all on the neural link).