Krieg seemed to be failing quickly. He had descended into convulsions and was now crouching on the ground. The air in the craft was one of tension, from both parties. The meek man opened his mouth. "We've done this to you…Corrin. I am sorry. I cursed you." He looked frantically at Corrin. "You were a test. Please, forgive me! I didn't know you!" "Krieg, a test for what? For what? What is that symbol?" Corrin asked hastily. The man was still reeling on the ground. Corrin spun on the others. "What's happening to him? What have you done to me?" "Corrin…they…cannot be trusted. You and Grange…must escape." He heard Krieg mutter. "Shut up, 3-28!" The cold man roared. He sent a kick into Krieg's side. Corrin sprung forward and an electrical pain surged through his body. He was still bound by the odd cuffs. "Leave him the Frak alone…" Corrin groaned as he regained his senses. The man stumbled backwards as Krieg struck out at his legs. He threw up his hands, signaling everyone to stay back. Krieg began to drool. He dropped from all fours and fell straight to the cold ground. He shook and moaned as seizures began across his entire body. His mouth was drooling and open and his eyes rolled into his head. "Kill. Me." He said in an odd, inhuman voice. He stood slowly and shook more. He was Krieg no more. He wandered aimlessly across the room. "Take him to research." One of the men said. Two robotic things emerged from behind Corrin and took the Lost Krieg away. The man who had seemed to be the leader stepped forward. "I am Lord Brall. You shall know me as lord." Corrin spat. "Ah, ah, ah, don't be rude. We've heard so much about you, Corrin, we might as well be best friends!" He turned to Grange's limp body. "And Grange, when he awakens, we know each other as well!" "I don't think we'll share any kind of relationship," Corrin began, "Brall." Lord Brall looked truly offended. "I think I deserve some answers. First, who the hell are you people." "I'm sorry, I…" "Who, the hell, are you people?" Corrin repeated, extremely agitated. Brall sighed. "We are the Akman Brall, an 'organization' of sorts devoted to science." Grange began to squirm. He lifted his head slightly. "They are rebels…" He murmured. "Hated throughout Mars as the traitors and lunatics they are…" "I see our friend Grange is awake. Someone restrain him more." The Lord said lightly. He turned back to Corrin. "Our latest devotion has been the Devian Mortis." Corrin stared at him, completely lost. "The…oh…the Treacherous Soul Virus of course!" Brall said exasperatedly. "You, are our latest subject." Corrin's mind was racing. What had they done to him? The small chair that was his prison spun to face a series of computers. "Corrin, don't listen to them! Don't do what they ask!" He heard Grange call. There was a small flurry of noise as the others obviously tried to shut the adept up. "What do you hate?" Brall asked, tearing Corrin's eyes from the screens. He was silent. "You hate the Imperials, don't you?" He was still silent. "Not cooperating will only bring you pain." He felt a shock pierce his bruised skin. His mind flashed back to that faithful night, in the command tent. The night Johnson had turned. He remembered interrogating the Imperial. The man was valiant. He withstood all the pain, until his body could take no more. Corrin would do the same. "I will not kill you, Corrin. I need you. But all wounds can be healed…" The man said with a cackle. "You experienced a change in mind on the mountain. How did it feel, to loose control?" Corrin stared at the man and smiled. "Damn you! Speak!" Lord Brall bellowed. He turned around in an attempt to calm himself. "Where is the vaccine…?" He turned back. "3-28 should have given it to you. Where is the vaccine?" More shock ran down Corrin's spine. He shuddered. "Answer me!" The shock was getting worse and worse. He felt the cuffs begin to shake. If he held on for a moment longer… "Sir, something's coming up on us!" Someone called. "Thunderbirds, from the aft!" The ship rocked as missiles and small fire hit the hull. The lights flickered and died. There was a click, and Corrin full loosely to the floor. It came again. Something pulsed through his veins, pure adrenaline. He felt himself being lifted from the floor. The lights flashed for a moment. He stood over Grange. He threw out both of his hands. "Stay the Frak away…" He said in a cold voice, not his own. There was another crash. He lifted Grange's body slowly. "The escapes. Where are the Frakking escapes?" It was too late. He felt his body begin to fall to gravity. "We're going down!" The pilot screamed from the cockpit. The exit hatch closed on Corrin and Grange. He breathed out. After all of this, to die here… A cold, clammy hand grabbed them. He looked up. "How?"