A savage axe welding Mutant Warrior stands before you.
The chamber is small and stuffy, a thin sly Mutant stands over Dx39. She stares up at you too terrified to speak. Two Nocturnis Guards flank the Slaver, they eye you carefully.
You simply stare at the twisted fool until the Slaver draws a long knife and lowers it to Dx39's throat. 'Come any closer and I'll gut the little Cyborg.' You see the Guards stiffen at his words, they ready their weapons. You know that they are going to attack.