Colin wanted to try and say something, but then he took a glance over at a guy pleading to see his girlfriend and a guardswoman blowing his brains out onto the floor with a point blank rifle shot. He decided it was smart to not try and speak up about anything.
"Well, if we're done here, could you ladies escort them to the evaluation sector?" the leader asked.
"Right away, Commander Jessibelle." the guards replied.
'Why is that not surprising?' Colin mentally asked himself as the guards drug him off with the other guys across the compound.
Colin got a good look at their operation: this "Collation" wasn't messing around! He passed a full blown market toting a variety of goods, a combat ground were women were running laps, shooting at test targets, and using men as punching bags.
"Keep moving!" the guard yelled as she slammed the butt of her gun into Colin's side, forcing him to move along with the others.
He kept on looking and seeing more aspects of their headquarters: a metal door denoted with two male gender signs hooked together, a massive mess hall for the women, men bound together by ropes mining away at a rock face as a Collation member whipped them.
"Here we are." the guard announced as Colin was pulled into the examination bay. There, he was stripped naked and examined down to the tinest details, even.... uhhhhhh, he would never talk about it.
"Alright swine, listen up. You're gonna be assigned a position around here and you're sticking with it no matter what!" a guard called out as her brown eyes furled into an intimidating glare.
Colin stood there nervously as the other men were handed slips of paper. As soon as a man, read what he was, a pair of guards arrived to haul him away.
"You! Read it!" the aggressive guard yelled as she forced a piece of paper into his hands.
"I-I'm...." Colin started before being slapped.
"Say it!" the guard screamed.
Colin took a breath "I'm a...."