@Bitterblue
York just sighed, shaking his head, he seemed to smirk a little at Mark's comment about seeing who he was
"Good luck." he said simply, sending what could only be described as a death glare towards Mark, it seemed he wasn't going to be talking too much more after this. Despite feeling the pain, he didn't flinch when a needle was promptly stabbed into his arm as a primitive looking needle was stabbed into his arm, their way of scanning biological data he presumed. Feeling the needle finally withdraw, he looked towards the amount of blood that had been drawn; it looked like alot but, he wasn't very concerned, losing a rather trivial amount of blood, it was nothing lethal, nothing he couldn't get back soon enough. His attention was soon drawn to the interesting looking contraption he was bringing the samples to, and upon looking closer, observing it spinning a few times, he quickly realized it was a distillation system. It seemed they had yet to develop the scanning technology he was used to, bio-scanning to be more exact, a way to detect a life forms biological composition and DNA with little difficulty, eliminating the need to go through the trouble of distilling biomass in order to analyze the contents within. He felt a tight bandage get wrapped around his arm, a simple, but effective way to prevent bloodloss without sealant cream or nanites to do it for you.
When Mark walked out of the door though, he heard muffled talking outside which drew his attention, he craned his neck to hear exactly what they were talking about, but, unfortunately, even with his sharp hearing, he couldn't pick up what they were saying. Soon enough though, Mark came in, and when the distillation process was complete, Mark had placed his distilled blood sample in what looked to be a basic refrigeration unit, before he could wonder how long his blood would survive in such conditions, the door opened, and a bunch of men brought in a peculiar looking table, and doing a quick lookover, he noticed it almost resembled his, just, with a few more protrusions, they looked just about the right shape and size to restrain a few more appendages, and that smile on Mark's face wasn't helping, it only further aroused his suspicions that they were going to "experiment" some more, or perhaps they were trying to extract information, only time would tell.
A slamming sound could be heard from the halls which made York crane his head to look towards it, it seemed that they were bringing Kylara in here, though, he really couldn't understand why they had to be so harsh about it... It irritated him a little that they would be so forecefull about moving a prisoner from one place to another, such behavior was frowned upon for the most part where he had come from. This alone wasn't what got to him as much as it did, so what exactly was bothering him about their harsh treatement with Kylara? It was a question he himself could not answer, something that was becoming increasingly common ever since his arrival. His train of thought was broken once more when he saw Kylara being dragged into the area too, rather roughly, and that didn't seem to be helpign the injury she had sustained to her knee. He had to use all the willpower he had not to attempt to break free of his bonds, he had to bide his time... He was strong enough to break his bonds yes, but, too weak to travel far before his energy would deplete.
Looking at Kylara again, the expression on her face indicated she had lost alot of hope in the situation, something they would require in order to "blow this joint" in a manner of speaking... Sometimes he preferred using such statements, but, only if he thought they applied to the situation at hand. She had obediently climbed onto the table, limping due to her injured knee, raising her arms. It was starting to become painfully obvious that she had undergone a process like this one before, and as he watched, they stripped down the two layers of clothing exposing her bare skin, whatever they were doing required that sort of exposure he presumed, and, he soon averted his eyes after a moment. It was a natural human reaction, something that had transferred onto hybrids such as himself for the most part, but, curiousity had him look back, it appeared they were attacking nodes of some sort to her, either to monitor her vital signs, or to channel electricity into her body.
In either case, it seemed like a rather basic concept, but, at the same time, if it were electricity they were channeling into her body, who knew how much pain it would cause, even if it was a basic way to torture someone, not nearly as bad as pain projectors, but, pretty close all things considered. Soon enough, after all the nodes were properly attached, the table Kylara was on suddenly shifted towards him, allowing him and her to make eye contact, this baffled him for a moment. Though reading Kylara's lips as she tried to communicate with him, he quickly understood what they intended to do; they weren't trying to extract information from Kylara, but rather from him, and it soon dawned upon him that Mark's greed fueled his hunger for knowledge, both about the Hybrids and the technology they possessed, something they weren't supposed to discover unil several hundreds of years from now, when their civilization was better equipped for interstellar trouble, and people like Mark held little significance anymore.
Now that he had figured this much out, he looked towards Mark with a more hatefull expression, trying his best to keep himself calm enough so he wouldn't be using any power, revealing that he still had it in him to do so would be a dastardly mistake indeed. As his suspicions were confirmed, Kylara was merely here to "help" Mark get the answers he needed, though, first, he seemed to want to figure out what he was, and York wasn't going to be the one to break the news that he was a Hybrid to him. Noticing the large monitor displaying his DNA, York couldn't help but find himself a little impressed that they'd found a way to see DNA strands using primitive methods such as these, perhaps they were making progress, on their way to ascending to a tier III race, baby steps, but nonetheless. Though it seemed he might have overestimated the progress of some as Mark seemed baffled to say the least, getting worked up and throwing questions at him which York still refused to answer, it was almost amusing for a while seeing Mark freak out like that.
Though since he provided no answer, it seemed Mark had gotten impatient and proceeded to give a few hand signals, signifying the beginning of this interrogation. This made him angry again as it did indeed appear that he was trying to torture Kylara utilizing electric shocks, using his own empathy to extract information from him, and upon seeing Kylara in pain like that, he clenched his fists, a reddish glow becoming prominent in his irises for a brief moment. When Kylara's eyes met with his own though, telling him "no" it seemed to snap him out of his enraged state quickly, he seemed calm once more, as if nothing had happened, but, on the inside, he was giving it his all to keep himself from doing anything stupid. When Mark turned to him and asked if he was ready to talk, York readily met his eyes with what could only be described as a death glare
"Ite... Ad... inferos.." he said, reverting to the Forerunner language briefly in his anger. Though, he quickly remembered that Mark probably didn't understand him
"It means... Go.. To... Hell..." he growled, emphasizing his words to make the point clear that he wouldn't be answering Mark's questions.
