Ilais had been tied up in her own bandages, her arms and legs twisted together and held by two very muscular soldiers, a Transylian named Nimdok, and the Loboan who stepped on her, called Lukaro. Undyyne unlocked her seat’s locking clamp and turned it around, interrogating their captive with a glowing spear aimed at her head. She reactivated the targeting system in her bionic eye, hooked up to her suit’s subsystems for better accuracy.
“So tell us, warrior, why did you decide to sneak onto our ship? Our base’s security could’ve caught you!”
“I...have the wrong ship,” Ilais protested. “I was looking for that of your leader’s.|
“Did you do this by yourself, or did someone order you to?”
“I would rather die than answer that question!” The dark-headed warrior shrieked.
Nimdok charged his electrical coils, one hand prepared to send the current onto Ilais’