Now dressed in their own clothing, they walked obediently behind the Centurion as he escorted them through the ship. "Only one," She smirked softly with sarcasm. "And with my weapon at my side and still can't draw it." "Just what the hell did they do to us?" He rubbed at the device in the back of his neck. "I can't even react to my own thinking." "I've seen such devices used in other cultures." She rolled her eyes. "Never imagined I would be fitted with one though." She glanced over and shook her head slowly. "A type of mind control device. I would imagine this one to be somewhat more advanced than any I have ever seen before." "Great." He dropped his hand to his side and grunted. "So free to carry out her will." "Exactly."