Despite the secrecy, her containment cell was at least comfortable. They didn't tell her outright, but she WAS a political hostage, although as the Mechera never did gain the proper anti-chronomancy technologies to allow a proper invasionary force, these terms proved largely inconsequential except to safeguard the Mechera from assault by the DAIS in the meantime. The only being present was a female of a humanoid species unknown outside of the Mechera Empire, a race enslaved through Propaganda and Media Hub technologies in their campaign to possess their home dimension centuries ago. She appeared to possess spines instead of hair, which trailed across her back, and pure red eyes with no iris or pupil((there's bound to be other differences from humans but I'll let you fill in the gaps since this character probably wont appear very often so meh)). What was perhaps strangest, however, was her expression(and that of any of the other servants that no doubt made rounds in these quarters aboard the First Battalion)-While she was clearly a slave to the Mechera Empire, and in fact was entirely aware of this fact, she seemed...Uncaring of it. She held little negative emotional response towards this fact, and referred to her masters respectfully and without sarcasm...Or, even strangee, fear. If Red Zerowasas careful to take notice, she might have found herself aware that this was probably due to artificial programming into the subconscious of the race, but without her magic and confined to this room, she'd of course have no way to test such theories. In any case, the girl looked at her current mistress for a few seconds, a dim expression on her face, before bowing and leaving to inform a Mechera officer of what'd been said. Moments later she returned, and said,"My Lord asks what you have to offer from your position to make one?"
