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Tethys' gaze barely flickered away from the captive Rocket. "He did well with moderate prodding, sir." And this was technically true. He'd also done well (in the past) with punching, kicking, and the promise that attempting to modify Deimos' designs would result in him, Star, going home to the infirmary.

He'd gone anyway, after she'd stepped on his fingers for emphasis.

"You'll want a fresh start tomorrow, sir. I'm sure you and this.. agent have several activities planned and need rest." The blue-haired commander fell in line with Deimos and subtly inserted herself between him and Nyx. "The grunts and I can escort her to her quarters. There should now be biscuits for Andre in yours."

Deimos tapped his chin thoughtfully and nodded, "I suppose we did wake up in the middle of the night. Very well." He turned to face Nyx and offered a little bow, holding his cape out with one hand, "Until later then. Sleep well."

Once Deimos was gone Nyx was led down to the brig, where she was searched, relieved of all her belongings and Pokémon, then locked up.

The following morning - or rather, the following lunchtime, since they went to bed at daybreak - Deimos was in an extraordinarily chipper mood. The Galactic boss scurried from his quarters and down the large glass elevator, Tethys close behind. "Do you think she had a good night?" He was looking at his reflection in the glass and adjusting his hair despite the fact he'd already spent ages brushing it. Andre too had been thoroughly groomed. "I hope she slept well. I mean it's probably stressful. Being kidnapped. We should do something nice for her."

When they arrived at the brig he'd moved on to adjusting his cape, ensuring it was hanging just right. When he looked up from adjusting he gasped and stumbled to a stop. He'd seen the brig before, so who knows what he was expecting, but judging by his reaction it wasn't this. Across the narrow room was Nyx's cell; a cramped space with a cot, a sink, a toilet and nothing else. "Wh-what.. what is this I don't." He blinked in bewilderment, "She's in a cell." He pointed, "Tethys, who put her in a cell?? Somebody get her out of that cell!! Why is she in a cell??"

Needless to say, Nyx's stay that night had not been comfortable; Though she hadn't been expecting any different. No one signed up to be captured by an enemy and expected to be given five star accommodations. The Rocket's hair was a mess, and not the mess it was supposed to be; Nyx sat on her cot, looking none too pleased at Tethys, who had no doubt made up for handling the elite gently earlier when her boss was watching.

Apparently Deimos hadn't expected that she be treated that way. Nyx smirked and stayed quiet.

"My apologies, sir," Tethys answered smoothly, stepping forward. "I will prepare a space that combines both comfort and security in a more acceptable fashion." Her black eyes slid over Nyx as she unlocked the cell door and stood back - though not so far that she was not closer to her than Deimos.

It wasn't a lie. She did feel sorry; leading Deimos was like confusing a kitten - a job practically half-done from the beginning.

Deimos caught the small smile Nyx aimed at him and blushed. Looking flustered, he nodded and adjusted his gloves, "Much better. Well.. I was going to give you the grand tour but that can wait if you'd like to get cleaned up first." He blinked, "Not that you need to of course. I mean, you look fine."

"Ah... I'm afraid I don't have anything to get cleaned up with..." It wasn't like she had access to a shower, or a brush, or hair spray, or gel, or anything besides her uniform. She hadn't packed an overnight bag; That would have been much too suspicious.

There was a sharp intake of breath.

The commander's expression said the only thing of hers she would let Galactic's new guest use was one of her guns. Barrel first.

After a significant pause during which the fluff-headed agent died a thousand deaths behind her ink black eyes, Tethys flexed a hand and managed a tone that was calm in the same way as a police state under curfew is paceful.

"Mneme would be better suited for that task."

If Deimos had noticed Tethys' displeasure, he forgot instantly once Nyx spoke to him. She was being so nice. Nothing at all like last night. He was beside himself with happiness.

"Wonderful!" And with that Nyx was whisked away to meet Mneme; Team Galactic's head of design.