Phase One

:chapter one:

...Two Years Ago
Days after the Ambush...


...The cell door clattered behind the man casually walking into the high security prison. He whistled as he walked by, going through more security, flipping his badge as he walked through, many of the officers and guards ducked down, nodding and letting him pass. The man smiled an evil half-grin. His eyes were covered in his deep black sunglasses and his dark brown hair was wildly kept up, making the man handsome in appearance. His smile was bright white, glowing against his tan skin. He wore a black leather jacket over a blood red shirt with his dark jeans. His shoes clattered on the tile floor as he walked down the many hallways; many empty cells, others filled with prisoners. He smiled and waved to them, getting many remarks that he could care less for.
He continued until he reached the solitary prisoner cells.
"A7, A6...A5…" the man hummed as he walked, snapping his fingers as he found the cell he was looking for.
...cell A01...perfect.
"Open this one and you can leave." He said to the keepers who gladly did as told.
The large steel door gradually opened to reveal a large steel box of a prison cell. There was a cot, a sink, and a metallic toilet in the corner. All the place was organized, spotless of anything interesting, all except one thing.
Curled up in a corner near the bed lay a man wearing a black, cut-off prison shirt and orange pants that read off a prisoner number. The prisoner's dark black hair was obviously buzzed recently by the odd tan line; steppes showed the sign of a man who hadn't been there that long. A once wild side now seemed cornered and locked up. He looked like many prisoners from behind other then bandages stretching across his left shoulder and a tattoo on the other. The injury had to have been only a couple days old, maybe a week.
The man moved forward, into the steel chamber,  the prisoner made no sign of acknowledging he had entered his cell. The criminal seemed more occupied with staring at the wall in front of him, his face far more solemn then it had ever been  in a long while. Not since he ran away from home all those years ago. For what? All to wind up in a place worse then living in his father’s home. Freedom, the one thing he ever craved, seemed taken from his grasp again.

"Well, what do you know, Pizarro Cortez is no longer on the streets...it's about time Adar squashed a bug like you." The man said grinning as the prisoner shook his head turning around. Pizarro was cut away from his maddening thoughts only to look at his visitor confused. His solemn look only changed enough to look peeved, as though this man had done him wrong already..
"I would prefer I was imprisoned for a crime I actually committed, but I guess this way I use more tax paying dollars, so that's a plus." Pizarro managed to eek out a short lived smirk. He shifted his body to face the tall and dark man, not bothering to get up just yet. "To whom am I talking to? I'd like to know my torturer a bit further before you kill me or something."
The man's smile dropped off his face; he preferred when his captors feared him. He knew this Pizarro guy well. Though he had never been involved with police force, the news channel filled him in on this kid as well as the record brought in that day. The man in front of him had been a nuisance to the City since he could first count to ten it seemed. Misdemeanors, theft, street racing, all things progressed until the recent years that this man seemed to have quieted down. He knew what it was…that Outsider changed him, but soon it was going to be for the worst. Pizarro was gonna fear him soon, besides, he did like a challenge.

"Jones...Sean, Seantum, you call me whichever, but I'm not a professional torturer, heavens no... Outsiders might think so but I guess you don't have to worry about that today now do yah?"
Pizarro smiled.
"Oh, so your just one of Adar's pets? Picking on the weak and undeserving to get a nice paycheck to go buy those big boy pants?" Pizarro said in his usually annoying voice. If he was going to be imprisoned forever, might as well enjoy it. Maybe if he angered this Sean guy enough, he just might get killed faster. Pizarro never thought that would be an easier route then lay ahead.
Sean was perplexed at Pizarro's words. Even more fun to get him to fear. He walked over to the prisoner with a new smile on his face, decidedly removing the shades to reveal his dark eyes.
"Nope, even better," Sean said as he squatted down to Pizarro's eye level. "I am a good ol' bounty hunter. I mainly hunt Outsiders and halflings. My 'blood hounds' make good time on getting rid of them too. I usually stick around Lock-Up, but today, I came to see your for a special reason."
Pizarro's face lowered into a scowl; he hated this kind of people so much. It was one of him that kills off so many innocents and children. It was his kind that could watch this new world burn, all in the sake of superiority.
"Your sick!" Pizarro yelled, giving Jones a smile.
“I think Nicoli would have agreed…I think I still have a horn of his lying around my house.” Sean relished the fear and hatred emanating off Pizarro.
"There we go, that's the rat I thought you were. Now, let's get that small brain of yours to focus for what attention span you got. That special reason is quite simple; I need all the information you have on Jynn Silver, Jev, Zinx, Jet and the rest of those foul criminals. It would really help my projects move forward, I like to know my victims before I get them to Lock-Up.
Pizarro looked up at him with an even more surprised look. Shaking his head, Pizarro started putting words together with his anger boiling.
"Ha! Me? Tell the likes of you anything? I am in prison and I still have better things to do. I've got nothing even worth telling but I know that your not even worth telling what I do know! You coward, if you want them, face em' yourself!" The rush of thoughts and venomous things he could say rolled off his tongue quickly, and for good measure, Pizarro spat on the guy's boot. He calmed himself enough to smile and look up to the captor.
Seantum grimaced and sighed looking from Pizarro to the boot. With surprising speed, he quickly back-handed Pizarro with so much force that he fell from his kneeling position to the ground. He held his ear with a long moan, but didn't have much time to recover. As soon as he could focus again with his spinning mind, Sean grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the steel wall. Pizarro gave out a gurgle, not able to breath right, but doing all he can to loosen the grip.

"I don't have time for you to make mistakes like that again.” Sean had clearly been hoping Pizarro would do something so rash to give him a reason to do all this. A devious smirk now crawling on the face just inches away from Pizarro’s
“You’re no better then an outsider Cortez, a filthy beast, just doing what you can to survive. So, from now on, your gonna act like my outsider pets. Whatever I command, your going to do and answer with exactness." Jones said, Pizarro gagged, scowling at this man. How dare he think he owns me! The grip seemed to lesson enough that oxygen spilled back into his lungs enough to let him speak up.
"What makes you think I would even live to help a monster such as yourself?"
Sean laughed lowly, feeding off this prisoner’s fear, it was as almost as good as an outisder’s pain.
"Pizarro, that's the best question you've asked all day, glad it came to mind... See, I wanted to make sure you would obey. A wild outsider always has to have a reason to break and listen to higher intelligence, you're no different. Remember your good pet, Nicoli—"
"—friend, not— pet." Pizarro tried to say but gagged as Sean closed his hands over the pilot's neck even tightly again.
"...Pet...Now, if you don't listen or obey, I just call up his new master and she’ll tortures him real nice; you can imagine what a breeder would find punishing for the likes of him... It may come down to it, if you don't obey, I go and shove my hunting knife in that outsider's throat. You wouldn't want all that to be on your hands now would you? You're not that primal in the head as those savages." Jones now had an even more grotesque grin on his face soaking up the terrified expression Pizarro displayed. Chills ran down the prisoner's spine. Thoughts overwhelmed his mind of what they could possibly do to Nic. Pizarro was a human and being treated like this, he didn't want to know what they could and would do to a Zandorian.
"You...don't, you don't lay a finger on him. He’s got nothing to do with you and me! If your gonna kill someone it will be me!" Pizarro said shocked, even to hear himself say that. His motto had always been ‘You always lose what you care for’, how could have have let Nic become so important to him?
"No, no, no, no...now why would I kill a human? You’re an Outsider on the inside, I can tell, however, I keep my morals straight. Besides, what more disappointing then losing a prisoner so easily manipulated into telling me everything, as well as do anything, all for one worthless Zandorian?”
Pizarro finally realized he was completely trapped. Beaten. If he wanted Nic to live, he would have to do anything this sick monster wanted. He didn't even know if he could trust Sean to be telling the truth, but something about that face made him believe every threat.. Pizarro's eyes watered and he cursed at Sean under his breath. He  looking down at the bland metal floor, holding back long fought tears. He wasn't a crier, but something hurt so bad inside; betraying yourself was all he could think it was.

"Good, now at this understanding, I can have some fun... Say thank you master..."
"Never." Pizarro muttered but was cut off when he saw Jones pull out his communication device. The glint of the screen revealed the name Pizarro hadn't seen for a long while.
"Think a bit further..."
"...thank you...master..." The words made him gag, choking on them like vomit.
"Now, phase one; we get all that important knowledge out first. How about those revolutionaries…”