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Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Eminem & Dr. Dre - Guilty Conscience

This is Prologue Part 1.

Prologue Part 2.
Chapter 1.

"Ensign, give him a half dose of Pertaphedrin," The Concord Commander looked at his subordinate with just a hint of disdain.

The small room they stood in was made of metal that was the color of wet stone. The entrance to the room was wide, but completely lined with a glowing humming bar that looked like pearl. Across the hall was another room identical to the one in which they sat. The hall itself was carpeted in an ashen color. The bed on which their subject sat was small and close to the ground, with a simple lump on the left side for a pillow. It looked dusty.

"Sir," The ensign said as he searched the cart he'd brought with him for the medicine, "The recommended starting dose is ten percent and a increment of ten until the full dosage is reached,"

"You're worried about him dying? He's a sociopath that wouldn't blink an eye if he killed both of us. Give him the truth serum, that's an order," The commander stared at his subordinate hard as he spoke.

The ensign reached into his case and pulled out a syringe. He placed it softly into a container, and drew out a small amount of a liquid. He injected the chemical into the suspect and leaned back.

"You feel that?" The Commander grabbed the suspect's head by the jaw, "Feel that stuff snaking it's way through your veins? Feels like slime running through you. Now," He paused and started tapping his index finger on the suspect's forehead, "Now it's making it's way into that sick head of yours. Lets try this again. What is your name?"

"My name is Hallan Turrek,"

"And why did you come here?"

"I'm here seeking general amnesty as outlined in section 4 of the latest passed law of the Concord Assembly,"

The Commander lost his composure for a moment and shot a look at his ensign, "He's lying again," The commanded almost shouted, "Triple the dose,"

"Sir," The ensign started, "I can't do that,"

"Fine, go sit in your quarters then. Expect a transfer to someone who's willing to put up with your wishy-washy bullshit," The commander pointed to the guard standing across the hall, who walked forward and pushed some buttons on the other side of the door. A visible field appeared for a moment and then disappeared again. The bars lining the entrance stopped glowing. The Ensign walked to the cell door and looked back.

The Commander was drawing some more of the chemical into a new syringe, he then grabbed Hallan's arm and injected him. Another voice came through the doorway.

"Commander, I'm Dr. Sarah Peyroux," The woman said softly.

"I'm busy," He shot back.

"Sir, you requested a court Psychologist to ascertain the suspect's commitment to his rehabilitation,"

"I also specifically remember telling your superior he could take his time sending someone,"

"We find that law officers that give those kinds of orders are not the kind of officers we'd like left alone with suspects for very long," She turned to the Ensign standing at the door, "Is that Pertaphedrin?"

"Yes Ma'am," The Ensign replied.

"What's the current dosage level?"

"One Hundred and Fifty Percent, per the commander's orders,"

The commander stood up and looked at the pair as the Doctor began to speak to him, "Sir, step away from the patient,"

"And if I do not?" He said with a grin.

"You know," She said with no emotion in her voice.

"Fine, have fun with him,"

"Thank you sir,"

The Commander and Ensign exited the cell with the medicine cart. Hallan was laying down on the bed shivering.

"Th-th-thank y-you," He said while blinking his eyes, "Why can't I uh, can't see,"

"Side effect of the overdose, it'll slowly go away over the next few days. The speech problems should go away by tomorrow,"

"G-g-great,"

"How about I get you some blankets and we can have our first session tomorrow,"

"S-s-s-sounds g-g-ood,"

"Guards," She said in an even but loud tone.

Continued in Prologue Part 2.