The smell of blood was everywhere. A sickly metallic, but sweet smell. There's the sound of panting, and annoyed growls. In the dim lighting of the room, a man paces in front of a hunched over figure in a uniform, held up by two bulky men. "Let's try this again," the pacing man growls to the downed figure.

The figure raises its head, glaring with sharp candy red irises encased in yellow sclera. The man stops pacing. "Tell me what you fucking know," the pacing man snarls, as if he's said it a million times; he most likely has. The figure sneers at him through a bloodied mouth stained bright red. "Colonel Karkat Vantas of the Imperial Army Corps, identification number 6965092, born June 12th, 162 A.D., in service since 179 A.D.—" He's punched for probably the 10th time, but he hardly seems to feel it by that point.

The man snarls, "No more bullshit, you dusty piece of shit! Just tell us where your cadet went!" Karkat just snickers a bit at him, "Go to hell. The only way I'd tell you where she is, is if you just killed me. But wait, you fucking can't, just like the fuckheads before you tried to do. And even if you managed to, you wouldn't know jackshit. You can go right ahead and continue chasing your tails with this pussy torture, but I'm not telling you shit."

The man looks about ready to explode. "We know this; your cadet is the granddaughter of your previous cadet, Jake English-Harley, deceased 20 years ago today. Your current cadet is Jade Harley, deployed this year at age 18, assigned to you for battle and weapons training! We know she was with you when my men intercepted your troop! WHERE IS SHE HEADED?!"

Karkat purses his lips. "Why do you need my cadet to tell you what she doesn't fucking know? She's a kid, she hasn't been in the military for long, barely out of training wheels." Karkat snarls, fangs flashing menacingly. "You mean to torture her, don't you? And when she tells you she doesn't know anything, you'll have her blood on your hands for nothing." He leans up as much as he can with the men holding him back. "I'll never talk." The man yells in outrage and stabs the troll, causing him to recoil inwards, coughing up blood. But this time, he's choppily snickering. They really were chasing their tails with this one.

Um. You know what, I-I don't really know... What this is. I don't.. Yeah.