Abandoned Warehouse
Yeraskh, Nalaya
The dingy, flickering flourescent lights that illuminated what had once been a warehouse complexes but had been converted to be a replica of the old milits'iayi prisons. A handful of Nalayans sat in folding metal chairs, all of them wearing charcoal gray BDUs without a single patch. They were an even mix of ethnic groups, of male and female, of tall and short. The only thing they had in common was the hardness to their faces and their eyes, reflective sunglasses pushed up on their foreheads. This was not a field briefing. This was something far more important. Hence why it was the Arrajin Inkvizitor speaking to them now.
Dzyun Chermak was supernaturally pale, almost albino. Delicate blue veins threaded their way beneath her almost translucent skin, their tinge of color readily visible. Her white hair was left loose and hanging in her face, forming a curtain that obscured one of her almost colorless gray eyes. And across her face in crisscrossing patterns ran the jagged ridges of scar tissue that had once been crimson canyon wounds. With her sleeves rolled up, the brands were visible--a hand on one forearm, manacles, stripes across her knuckles, and the thorny band across her upper arm that marked her long and storied history among the warlords. It also exposed sunken knife wounds and lumps from where bones had been broken and healed imperfectly.
When the Arrajin Inkvizitor spoke, she did not need to raise her voice. When she looked at you, you became a squirming bug under a microscope with every flaw on perfect display. Powerless, insignificant, as easy to crush as any passing insect.
"You are all familiar with the rules that govern how you handle the prisoners," she said with a clipped, precise tone as she walked back in forth. In the days to come, all the men and women here would have names given to them. Identities. Roles that they played under the perfectly scripted supervision of the Vagr, their warden. But even now, the quiet, bookish man who would fill that role sat attentively in his chair and just listened.
Every one of them were specially trained Inkvizitors and Khlarar, despite their largerly innocuous appearance. And so much the better. Let their unknowing initiates come to appreciate how evil could spring from the ordinary.
"If any one of you deviates from SOP for Selection, you will be subject to my displeasure," Dzyun said, clasping her hands behind her back. She looked like a spirit of winter, glowing almost ethereally in the darkness. To be at the displeasure of the Arrajin Inkvizitor was a fate worse than courtmartial--only fair, since the rules that governed the Unkndirnei were not so genteel as those that regulated the military. "That said, your duty is to break them. Each and every one. Take the next few days to clean this place up and adjust to your roles. Everything you need to know will be available in personnel files and briefings in the guard office. I want everything fully operational within forty-eight hours. Dismissed."
There was a murmur of assent from everyone as they headed towards that office to check the schedules and get acquainted with their new teammates. The hardest work would be on the night shift, so that was where the most experienced and hardened of them had fallen.
Recruitment Office for the Unkndirnei
Yeraskh, Nalaya
"This is a joke, right?" Kasparyan said with a laugh, looking down at the dossiers spread across his desk that had come from headquarters. "We don't train foreigners. They just...don't get it. Besides, it's a security risk."
The only answer he recieved was a vicious glare from his partner at the desk looking through the potential recruits. They screened and screened and screened every applicant's file no matter what their background, including psychiatric evaluations. Generally, you wanted someone stable. No fucking psychopaths--they were too hard to keep on a damn leash. Adruni didn't even really respond to him other than the glare, flipping the next page with her pen clenched between her teeth as she struggled to stop glossy photos of the subject from falling out.
"What?" Kasparyan said, looking offended.
"When the Hetakhuzakan Kapitan says jump, you ask how high. You don't fucking bitch about it," Adruni said with a hint of a snarl, her normally good temper eroded away by a lack of coffee. The aged machine had finally given up the ghost and all she'd gotten were some truly foul dregs. "His interview is slotted for today, so you'd better watch your goddamn mouth."
"Alright, dragon lady," he said appeasingly, holding up both his hands.
She growled something unflattering about the entire strain of humanity that had ended in him under her breath and then let out a hissing sigh, smoothing her brown hair out of her face. In Yeraskh, the city of vice and organized crime, no one really stood out for the most part. It was the kind of place that devoured people completely and left not a trace of their existence, treating everyone who walked in as ultimately replacable and unremarkable. Even someone as strange as, say, a Hostillian might blend in once they abandoned the robes.
Adruni considered chewing on some of the coffee grounds, more seriously than not, just so she'd have the patience and calm to interview their foreign applicant who had been bumped up into this batch by High Command. Probably a damn diplomtic favor. Instead, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and fished one out to light it. Once it was burning, she popped a couple pieces of nicotine gum into her mouth and went back to smoking. If one was good, more was better.
"Christ and the Archangels! I thought you were trying to quit," Kasparyan said, raising an eyebrow.
She shrugged. "I'll try again when we have coffee. Until then? Fuck that."
Just in front of them by ten feet or so was a pleasant if very business-like waiting room with a collection of magazines on the table and an ordinary door. The Unkndirnei didn't have to bulletproof or up-armor anything here, because anyone stupid enough to start a firefight would find themselves in the middle of a hell they could only possibly imagine. And this was the world anyone who thought they wanted to join the Unkndirnei was walking into.