"Be careful. Take the young master's trophy to the isolation chamber in the Voyager's secondary cargo bay.
Watch him. Don't let him die. Wait for the young master to deal with him."
Horder commanded the guards, her voice echoing through the empty ruins, tinged with unquestionable authority.
"Yes, Commander!"
Several guards in standard-issue light armor answered in unison. They were all typical members of the Red Federation; the males had deep blue skin, while the females were light pink or peach. They were powerfully built, with an average height of around two-and-a-half meters, and faint, fine scale patterns were visible on their hands and feet.
One of the guards stepped forward. His face was expressionless as he deftly removed a metal ring that glinted with a cold light from his waist.
The metal ring was a single, seamless piece with no visible joint. Extremely fine, blue energy patterns flowed across its surface.
