"Let's just state the obvious: you already lost when Azolf brought you to us! I mean, look at you! You're a useless non-underling recruit! Why would you want to be in the Spezial Forces anyway? Ain't that right, Snorky?"
A heavyset man wearing a large Zoldier Forces-issued jumpsuit drags Zoey by the hair, bringing her to an overweight man, Snorky.
"That's right, Biggy. Non-underlings have no place in the Zoldier Forces. The letter 'Z' on the word 'soldier' should've told enough that being a Zoldier is a job for those with Zystems! Ain't that right, Fudge?"
Snorky said. Behind him is a small and stocky-looking man, Fudge.
"That is true. Throughout history, there had been only a few Spezial squads in the Force that consisted of an all non-underling crew. Most of them were easily wiped out! The recent one was killed to the bones, ain't that right, Biggy?"
Fudge nods at Biggy, who is handing the beaten and bruised Zoey to Snorky.
