"Azumi Starford, of the Gosamer team."
Mwu just stared. 'The Gosamer team? I've never even heard of them.' He focused on the girl again. "Get down from the GINN and come here." He had been given orders as to what to do with the pilot – no, prisoner – before he had even entered the ship.
Azumi landed gracefully on her feet and walked over to the man. Mwu couldn't help but notice how young the girl was. She appeared to be no older than 17, yet there she was, a soldier, ready to kill or die at her superiors' orders.
"Hands behind your back." he ordered roughly and proceeded to tie the said-hands with a length of rope, purposely tightening the rope more than was necessary. His comrades and friends had been killed by this Coordinator and he was not about to miss this chance to cause her a little pain, no matter how petty it seemed. Still, the winces of agony that marred her face were a little exaggerated. He couldn't be hurting her that much.
Jabbing the gun between her shoulder blades, he ordered Azumi to walk in front of him as they made their way to the interrogation his commander would be putting her through. Soon, they reached a long corridor littered with people. It seemed as though the entire crew had gathered there to see the Coordinator. One of the officers pulled Mwu by the sleeve.
"Lieutenant La Fllaga, what do they want her for?" he asked, spitting out the her as if it was laced with poison.
"I'm not sure, myself, although I'm taking her for an interrogation right now." Azumi heard the man –La Fllaga – reply, before her mind drifted off the conversation. She looked around, returning all the glares she received. If she hadn't been tied up and injured, she would have given them a lot more than murderous looks. She smirked at the thought. Unfortunately, she was indeed injured, something the Natural still hadn't noticed despite the large gash in the fabric of her space suit and a fight would definitely not be advantageous to her situation. Seeing as La Fllaga was still trying to rid himself of the curious crewmembers gathered around him, only keeping one eye on her, she focused on the conversation of a small group of people just to her right.
"Look at her…" "…so smug…" "Damn Coordinator…" "…should shoot all of those space freaks…" She only caught a few bits, but they were enough to give her a general idea of the conversation's flow. Leaning in close to the group of glaring Naturals, lips quirked in what she hoped was a deranged smile, Azumi growled mockingly. "What's the matter? Afraid of the big, bad space monster?"
The Naturals looked livid. One made to grab Azumi by the collar, but was stopped as a strong hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back. Turning around, the GINN pilot realised the hand was attached to a seething, glaring La Fllaga. "Walk." was all he said, thrusting the gun at her back again. Azumi had no choice but to comply.
Soon, they reached a door, identical to all the others, and Mwu entered the code to open it. Inside the room were a couple of chairs, a table, and an officer holding what Azumi noted with annoyance was more rope. A few minutes later, she was sitting on one of the chairs, tied and still held at gunpoint.
When he was done checking the bondage and relieving the Coordinator of her weapons, Mwu stood up and instructed the officer to watch Azumi until his return, before exiting the room. Nervously pointing the gun at her, the officer looked quite willing to vanish under the Coordinator's death glare.
The thick, uncomfortable silence that followed was pierced by tiny squeaks mixing with the sound of the ship in motion, that Azumi could almost swear were produced by the poor officer assigned to watch her. He looked about ready to hug Mwu when the Lieutenant walked back into the room, having changed out of his space suit, and relieved the man of his task.
Seating himself comfortably across from her on one of the chairs, Mwu examined Azumi more thoroughly. He had to admit to himself that she was quite beautiful, with her sharp features, black-framed, emerald eyes, and inky, straight hair.
On her side, Azumi was growing restless. Despite what she was telling herself, the Coordinator was terrified, though she'd never let anyone know. To make matters worse, her right arm was throbbing with the pain of the wound caused by a small internal explosion in her GINN, during the battle. Though she'd avoided the blast, a piece of what had once been her navigational system had managed to pierce through the space suit. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but she was sure it wouldn't last long if they handled her roughly. 'Of course, that could be the least of my problems.' she mused darkly.
Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, Azumi looked at the blonde man sitting across from her. He seemed to be about 25-years-old, maybe less. His blue eyes were focused on her, Azumi noted. 'Ah well, it's his job to watch me.'
"So, when's this interrogation going to start? We've been here for ages." she couldn't help but whine.
"Soon enough." was all Mwu replied, before reverting to the silence that would have been deemed as uncharacteristic by anyone who knew Mwu, but that Azumi simply classified as irritating.