03-05-2021, 05:02 AM
Ersala Prison, Northern Eiria
March 4th, 2020, 9:36 AM
Correctional Lieutenant Alisa Remarre stood before a metal desk, casually drumming her fingers on the table. A small folder sat on the table, accompanied by two uncomfortable chairs on either side. The walls were concrete, with a large mirrored window on one side, and an old clock on the wall. She felt herself swaying slowly with the clock’s ticks, bored out of her mind. Are the people in prisoner movement always this Chronologically Impaired?
The plain door opened, allowing two prison guards and a prisoner to enter. The prisoner was in the standard odd-looking grey Eirian prison jumpsuits, with a bright yellow armband on her arm designating her as Medium Risk. Medium Risk. That's hilarious. She could kill us all if she wanted. What naive bureaucrat thought that one up?
Instead of saying her mind, the Lieutenant put on a smile and gestured to the metal chair on the other side of the table. "Miss Nelson. Welcome. Please, take a seat."
The woman hesitated, reluctantly taking a seat after a few moments. "Thank you." Remarre opened the folder sat on the table, pulling out a sheet of information with Riley's mugshot and information. "Would you take a look at this, and confirm that it is correct? Riley Nelson, Age 20, former resident of New Riga?".
The prisoner barely spared a glance at the sheet, nodding slightly. The Lieutenant sighed."...Okay. As you know, Miss Nelson, your prison sentence is up, and you are being released. I'm here to discuss your options with you."
She continued. "As you know, it will be more difficult for you to stay here, given your conviction. Therefore, I am here to give you two options. Option one, you leave Eiria. Where you go, we don't really care, as long as you leave Eiria."
"Option two, you stay in Eiria. You would be given a special circumstances asylum, and you would be given a job at EICA, likely on matters of Kerlian intelligence. You would be under the protection of the Eirian government, and you could live out your life in peace. Not having to worry if you'll be discovered, or hunted down by your government. Obviously that's the option we'd prefer you take, and the option that has the most certainty and stability."
Riley rolled her eyes and broke the silence. "And if I take option number one?
"We can't stop you. If you head back to Kerlile, you'd be at the mercy of the Council, and what they'd want to do to you. You'd be signing your fate to them. If you go anywhere else, I doubt anyone would trust you. Wouldn't you prefer living in a country with free speech than living somewhere where the wrong words can get you imprisoned, or killed?"
Riley remained silent this time, allowing the Lieutenant to open the folder once again and pull out an ID card and a business card. "Here is your Temporary ID. It is valid for two weeks. And here is the number for EICA. Tell them your name, and they'll get you started." She nodded to one of the guards by the door. "Officer Thompson will show you the changing room, where there should be some close for you. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
She waited for a response, but got none from the Aurora. Remarre sighed and stood, walking to the door. "Okay. Consider the offer. It may be the best option you have right now. Have a nice life, Miss Nelson."
March 4th, 2020, 9:36 AM
Correctional Lieutenant Alisa Remarre stood before a metal desk, casually drumming her fingers on the table. A small folder sat on the table, accompanied by two uncomfortable chairs on either side. The walls were concrete, with a large mirrored window on one side, and an old clock on the wall. She felt herself swaying slowly with the clock’s ticks, bored out of her mind. Are the people in prisoner movement always this Chronologically Impaired?
The plain door opened, allowing two prison guards and a prisoner to enter. The prisoner was in the standard odd-looking grey Eirian prison jumpsuits, with a bright yellow armband on her arm designating her as Medium Risk. Medium Risk. That's hilarious. She could kill us all if she wanted. What naive bureaucrat thought that one up?
Instead of saying her mind, the Lieutenant put on a smile and gestured to the metal chair on the other side of the table. "Miss Nelson. Welcome. Please, take a seat."
The woman hesitated, reluctantly taking a seat after a few moments. "Thank you." Remarre opened the folder sat on the table, pulling out a sheet of information with Riley's mugshot and information. "Would you take a look at this, and confirm that it is correct? Riley Nelson, Age 20, former resident of New Riga?".
The prisoner barely spared a glance at the sheet, nodding slightly. The Lieutenant sighed."...Okay. As you know, Miss Nelson, your prison sentence is up, and you are being released. I'm here to discuss your options with you."
She continued. "As you know, it will be more difficult for you to stay here, given your conviction. Therefore, I am here to give you two options. Option one, you leave Eiria. Where you go, we don't really care, as long as you leave Eiria."
"Option two, you stay in Eiria. You would be given a special circumstances asylum, and you would be given a job at EICA, likely on matters of Kerlian intelligence. You would be under the protection of the Eirian government, and you could live out your life in peace. Not having to worry if you'll be discovered, or hunted down by your government. Obviously that's the option we'd prefer you take, and the option that has the most certainty and stability."
Riley rolled her eyes and broke the silence. "And if I take option number one?
"We can't stop you. If you head back to Kerlile, you'd be at the mercy of the Council, and what they'd want to do to you. You'd be signing your fate to them. If you go anywhere else, I doubt anyone would trust you. Wouldn't you prefer living in a country with free speech than living somewhere where the wrong words can get you imprisoned, or killed?"
Riley remained silent this time, allowing the Lieutenant to open the folder once again and pull out an ID card and a business card. "Here is your Temporary ID. It is valid for two weeks. And here is the number for EICA. Tell them your name, and they'll get you started." She nodded to one of the guards by the door. "Officer Thompson will show you the changing room, where there should be some close for you. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
She waited for a response, but got none from the Aurora. Remarre sighed and stood, walking to the door. "Okay. Consider the offer. It may be the best option you have right now. Have a nice life, Miss Nelson."
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