"W-Where are you taking me?" Black Star gulped nervously, trying to squirm her way out of Amazonite's grasp.
[The commander’s grip neither tightens nor loosens as Black Star struggles. She holds her up by the wrist like she’s carrying a bag of shards, or something else incidentally squirming but ultimately harmless.
Without looking at Black Star, she speaks, approaching the large pursuit ship on which she came to Earth.]
You refuse to volunteer your information on the remaining rebellion on Earth. You are going to give it to me.
“Let me go!” Black Star continued squirming and struggling as she was laid on the cold table. Until she felt all her limbs suddenly lock into place. It was those rings from earlier! Now the greyscale gem looked like a frog ready to be disected in a science class.
“Y-Yes I can!” She argued, attempting to shapeshift. But the humming from the rings sent tiny shockwaves to her wrists and ankles. Causing her to yelp out. “Okay fine, I can’t.” Eyes widened upon seein gthe drawer slide out, fear coarsing through her body.









