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The Vaults - Overview and Interrogations. - The Syndicate Leagues - 01-27-2017

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THE VAULT


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Neuralnet Synopsis



The Vaults are a network of mobile tubular prison cells retrofitted from captured shipping containers. Self-contained with their own rudimentary life support systems, they are frugal, sterile abodes, built to contain captives whose recapture or compromise would present the Union with considerable moral risk, from slaves to Federal proxies. Functionally, they act as transit units for hostages whilst cocooned in stasis, to torture chambers and interrogation cells when their subjects awake. Conditions in the Vaults are spartan, featuring inhumanities such as sharply oscillating temperature gradients to decrease the comfort of conscious captives, to the ability to blow their captives out into space upon the slightest resistance. The location of any one vault is kept indefinite by a constant rotation of Vaults between the cargo bays of the Reichsarbeitergesellschaft’s transport assets, reducing the likelihood that any one inmate could report the position of a Unioner installation upon their release. In a keen sense of ire, the cells are designed to imitate their counterparts aboard Prison Station Virlande; the inevitable abode of many thousands of Unioners over the cycles of the stars.

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RE: The Vaults - Overview and Interrogations. - Enkidu - 02-05-2017


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Subject: Stephan Hoffman (name assumed).

Title: Flottenadmiral.

Category: Omega.

Organisation: Büro der Marineintelligenz.

Sympathies: Federalist.

Incarceration: 14< Sirian Standard Days.

State: Conscious.

Description:

Notorious Marinenachrichtendienst asset with considerable knowledge of Federal black programs and intelligence procedure, Hoffman should be treated with both respect to his value as a hostage asset. Unsanctioned abuse of Hoffman will result in incarceration. Hoffman has been earmarked for interrogation by representatives of the Lane Hacker Professorship and the Arbeitsdirektion.

Psychological profile:

Zealous, untrusting, diligent, sure-footed, patriot. Resistant to torture.

Length of Sentence:
Undefined. To be determined according to subject cooperation.






RE: The Vaults - Overview and Interrogations. - Enkidu - 02-05-2017



The agent had no name - at least, no name that he would keep. He wore faces seasonally, whole identities as but cufflinks to the bland anyman’s shirt he called a soul.

He was the type of person who would give you a reason to be afraid of the dark, if you met him there. His eyes were the cinematic ghosting grey of old horrors - like the protagonist of a possession movie - yet his face was, overwhelmingly, normal; save the forest green hammer stamped on his jugular like the cause had strangled him there - the ink symbology leaching its toxins into the piping of his heart. For a man born in a desolate debris field, in the cosmic nursery of terrestrial life, he lacked any real sign of life at all. Perhaps it was the lights. A normal man, yes - except for the cause he’d die for.

Gunda didn’t like the subtle man. There was very little too like - nothing to grapple with and understand, just the cool inscrutability of a man with a minimal face and little to the eyes - his glasses sticking to his head like winglets on a nuke. GEIST agents were of two breeds, she’d decided. All charisma and stab you in the front, winning hand thrown truth-side up, or stickasses. This guy was a stickass - he was just a wizened stickass.[/grey]


“Him.” She banged the electroactive glass, double thick, black as dead people ash. Cellar twelve Berta. It wasn’t a prison, it was a wine cellar - the Union enjoyed what it kept. “He regained consciousness yet? I don’t see him.”

The man just smiled a bloodless grin reserved for people he publicly thought were a waste of breathing gas, and stubbed a seventeen digit key code into the chamber console. Gunda grimaced - his fingers were the size of brockwürsts.

“Here.” The man gestured, giving the pressure door an open fisted thump as the glass defrosted, dry ice melting from the frames. “The canary's awake.”


Gunda blinked, and peered like she meant it. Nope. “How big is that cell?”


[Image: 9P2WJat.jpg?1]“Big enough to make him uncomfortable.” He lit the walls, and the figure of Hoffman loomed against the far wall changed from his flight dress into loose, white, oddly surgical overalls. The kind of of prison jumpsuit that’d get you noted on a station full of nondescript civvie clothes and grey-and-green Union uniform cuts.

“When'll the Hackers arrive?” Gunda leaned on the cell door, dragging out a rolling smoke, her eyes curling as the smoke cascaded through her breathing tubes, swallowing the oxygen. Hackers set her on edge. Egotists with a messianic bent. Information killers. "How many?"


“One. One will be enough.” He turned, gave her a loose salute, and affixed her with a solid, withered look. Like a clockwork man who had reached the end of his spring. The question of rank had never been raised, but it clung to his temples like a spectral wreath. He’s GEIST, and Gunda could have blatted him into the floorboards but it wouldn’t have made the slightest dent on her survival likelyhood if she wicked off so much as a party-insured nose hair.

She leaned against the mirrored glass, tracing the Admiral’s frame. He was older than Gunda - unsurprising. Unioners didn’t live long - but young for his position. Being BDM, he’d got up on merit. Hoffman made Gunda’s skin crawl - she couldn’t process the existence of hard bastards as persistent as herself.


“Who’s doing the interrogation?” She quizzed. Couldn't be this stiff - he looked like Sniffer Gandhi.

“Myself. Procurator may assist. Keep your distance from the cell when observing the show.” He gestured to the door, running his fingers over the pressure release switch.

“If he incapacitates us, pull that lever. Anaesthesia.”




RE: The Vaults - Overview and Interrogations. - Shelco - 02-05-2017

Hofmann looked through the cell, rather modern and well engineered for Unioners, they seemed to have put more effort in those than anything he saw until now, not as clumsy or roughly constructed, the whole cell seemed to be ejectable, as expected for him. A cell like this must have been able to do horrible things to its inmates. His look went over to the locked door. Unbreachable if one wouldn't have the ways of opening it. He had to analyze everything he could, maybe it was useful later, the fact that BDM agents were trained for such situation let him be calm. He was able to roam around freely, the cell wasn't as small as they could have made it, but only a few steps and he was on the other side already, no luxury, no colors, nothing to make a normal mind happy or letting it feel comfortable. Cold steel and an atmosphere that was supposed to tell the inmate "This is where you end".

He walked over to the door and let his hand drive along its cold and thick steel, not the strongest hands could break it, he thought. He moved back to the very center of the room and looked down on himself, his flight suit got taken off and everything that was left were lumpy clothes, of course, why would they treat him special anyways? the temperature was rather cold, not freezing...but cold, nothing he couldn't handle, in fact, it didn't bother him at all. Excessive training was his key to survival in here, physically as well as psychologically, they couldn't break him, he almost seemed a bit excited when he thought about their interrogation abilities. But then he remembered, if he was unlucky, he might not return, they were able to kill him, probably not much to do for it, probably just the press of a button and he was dead, but this wouldn't have brought them much.


"Hallo...?" he yelled through the room, the echo of his voice lasted for merely a second, a stump echo...he looked to the ceiling and saw several ventilation shafts, those must have been there to control the temperature in the room.



RE: The Vaults - Overview and Interrogations. - Wolfgang Weisen - 02-15-2017

Wolfgang's shuttle softly moored with The Vaults, the Unioner mobile prison facility. During his travel he made sure he refreshed the mania-interrogation techniques he had learned long time ago. Even though he was not as intimidating or convincing as some of his colleagues, his innate sadistic nature was an excellent tool to overcome even the heaviest resistance.

Once he exited the shuttle, there was a Unioner prison guard waiting to escort him to Hofmann's cell. As a native Rheinlander, Wolfgang spoke in the German language. After they exchanged the casual pleasantries, the duo started walking through the corridors and tubes of the station. The Lane Hacker asked more information about the prisoner however the prison guard redirected him to Gunda and the conversation ended rather abruptly.

"Ahh.. Guten Tag, I am Deceiver Wolfgang Weisen of the Lane Hackers. I have been sent here to provide my professional services in this case." He said in German when they finally reached Gunda. The Hacker's left hand was holding a heavy black suitcase and he extended his right hand for a handshake.