Behind the one way glass, in the observation room, Ghost looked through the readings of the many biosensors and other systems developed to detect decite and influance by outside parties on the human psyche that where trained on Miss brown. As a scientist within the Order science devision for several years before joining the ranks of the command hierarchy as a captain, Ghost was one of the few science based field agents the Order had. as Rob left the prisoner to stew for a little while and joined him in the observation room, he keep looking through the readout, simply commenting "Well, thiers no signs from the standard tests that show she's lying." Looking up, his steely eyes narrowed he continued "But considering the info we have on the Phantoms, they ffollow a philosophy of using sleeper agents, so these readings could be worthless." Sighing he puts his notes down, zooming the main view from the camera onto Georgia "Its a shame such a pretty face could contain such a massive security threat don't you think, Rob?"
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Robert looked at the readings on the machines for a moment, before responding.
"Hm, my feeling says she is not lying. I went over the possibility of her being a spy within our lines, but why would the phantoms want to spy on us? We have hardly had contact with them, and do not interfere in their actions.
Ghost chuckled hollowly "who said anything about being a spy rob, you know how deadly phantom agents can be, if we accept her into our ranks, she'll gain access to plenty of technology and our inferstructure, for all we know she might go on a suisidal rampage, killing every agent she can find, or perhaps she'll run a sabotage campain until we're weak enougth for the jellies or the rest of her friend to finish us off. All it would take is a big enougth blow at the right time.....". he frowns slightly, looking over the results one last time before sighing "I suggest we ether use less outherdoux methods of interogation, phycotrphic drugs or sodium pentathol perhaps, or else we just accept she's to great a risk to use, and we get ride of her humanely, then do an autopsy to see what the phantoms did to her, still, its your call Rob, I'm just here incase you need my scientific expertise"
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"Hm, a point perhaps. I trust that we in the order are some of the best pilots in Sirius, but still, precautions might be taken. We should use some sort of bomb on her ship, and a tracking device on her and her ship, which should cover the rampage part. Advanced trackers on all her communications systems too perhaps?
Killing her...is not necessary. As you said, she does have a lot of useful skills which would be very useful to us if she is not bluffing."
The quiet scientist operating the machines held out a clipboard,
"These are the results of the physio tests we did before questioning, you'll notice she's in very good shape, whatever those Phantoms do, it works"
He pointed to a chart,
"Her Phyisical test passed normal, although her results overall were impressive, she surpassed many of the average results of the recruits"
He handed over another sheet of paper,
"We tested her mind a bit too, and she has a surprising knack when it comes to technical skills, we tested her knowledge, and how quickly she could adapt to new information"
He indicated to the notes at the foot,
"She is a prime example of a perfect soldier, if controlled that is. Is the Order willing to take that risk?"
Ghost chuckles at that comment "She's a biologically augmented killing machine thats for sure, she'd definatly give you a run for your money Rob, even with your arm, infact...." pondering for a moment he gets up and heads to the weapon locker, pulling out two riot control stun batons, often used as training weapons by the recrits during close combat drills. The batons where made of a flexable polymer which ment they couldn't cause significant kinetic damage, but had a static charge generator built into the handle, charging the polymer with a variable voltage range, from a numbing pain to instant knock out. chuckling he throws one to Rob "maybe we should put this conditioning of hers to the test in training room 3 eh? it should be free for now, and the standard detention shock collar should knock her out if she gets to...frisky...that is unless you don't think you can take her" he chuckles again.
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Ghost watched from the camera in the training room as the guards secured the prisoner inside with Robert, securing the remote controlled shock collar before slowly uncuffing her and handing her the shock baton. Turning on the intercomm he explains the situation "Ok Miss Brown, our tests show your body is refined for hand ot hand combat, so we have decided to test your abilities. You have been given one of our standard shock batons, the baton is non lethal ether through Kinetic force or the shock it produces, though even an experiance fighter like Rob here will only beable to take 10-12 strikes before his nervous system is over powered for s short time. So, this is simply a last man standing fight, though I suggest you remember that any move you make to make this a more lethal compertition will result in a nasty shock from that collar. Understood? Good, BEGIN"
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Georgia tugged uncomfortably at the collar with little avail, she eyed up her opponent, not to large, though of a Corsair descent, his attacks were probably based on heavy hitting rather than agility...
She weighed up her baton, eying it with content.
She was banking on his overconfidence, hoping he would make a crutial mistake and leave his guard wide open for a strike.
She steadied her stance, awaiting his movement, after a few seconds, he charged, slipping to the left and swinging at her, she ducked and rolled forward, diving out of the way, swiping her own baton at his ankles, then rolling again to safety.
Rodent hopped uncomfortably, planning his next move and regaining feeling in his left leg. He lunged again, swinging to the left, then to the right, Georgia yelped as she avoided a very close strike. She lashed out her baton, missing his ribcage, he swung another blow at her, as she strafed to avoid it.
As he turned she jabbed, her baton stiking him in the kidney, shocking him. He made another swipe, changing the baton to his right hand for better speed, it clipped her shoulder as she moved, shocking her slightly.
She stumbled, and moved into a roll, avoiding another swipe at her upperbody. Upon correcting, she waited for another charge, predicably, he moved on her thoughts, lunging again. She moved left, and rolled over to hit his exposed back, causing him to stumble. She waited for him to turn then darted left, swinging but missing, Rodent's baton hit her own, the force of his mechanical arm knocking the baton from her grasp.
She ducked to avoid the swing again, then raised her wrists to counter attacks, kicking out with her leg and re-directing his own baton into his chest. She jumped back, regaining her breath, ready to counter once more.
He strafed, then dived at her, she jumped and kicked out, throwing him sideways, she rolled out the way of his swinging arm then hopped up onto his back, curling her legs under his arms, and her arms firmly round his neck.
He swiped up at her, as she moved her weight backwards, rolling off his back and throwing off his balance, she dived forward and pushed him, his defences down. He tumbled and tripped, landing clumsily on her discarded baton.
He rolled over and jumped to his feet,, with one final counter, she shifted to avoid the baton, then grabbed his wrist and twisted, throwing him onto his back, she then applied force, his own baton inches from his face.
She released pressure and stood up, regaining her breath...