"The numbers, names, locations, plans!" Jovan tensed as another bolt of lightning escaped the rod his torturer held, burning away what little hair remained on his bared chest. He made sure not to jerk under the pain too much though, not wishing to show his cards yet. Or rather that the straps holding him fast against the vertically standing table were barely attached to said table anymore. "You will tell me everything you know, make things easy on yourself."
The torturer was perhaps five inches shorter than Jovan and wasn't that wide over the shoulders. Still, he looked smart in his black uniform and the brown eyes looking up at Jovan were bereft of any emotion as he continued the now hourly long 'session' of theirs. At least the man seemed to know his trade well...Jovan bared his teeth in a wolfish grin.
The room was black in colour, even the door a few feet ahead of him, meaning that the officer before him almost seemed to become one with the walls at times when Jovan's vision became clouded with pain. The only other colour in the place was white, the stark white of two stormtroopers silently flanking the closed door. If it hadn't been for them Jovan would have killed the punk officer ages ago...
How long time had passed since they had brought him here? In such a dark room and with periodic tortures keeping track on time was difficult to say the least, but considering the times when the officer went for a break Jovan was sure a week had almost passed. Yesterday Jovan's struggles had at least led to him being, in effect, free from his bindings...but with armed guards at the ready there wasn't much he could do.
Of course he knew he would break under torture sooner or later, everyone did, but for Jovan that lay in the later....and he wasn't ready to martyr himself in a futile gesture of defiance just yet.
The officer was taken aback by the sudden grin, then quickly controlled himself once more and grinned back, obviously enjoying the struggle of wills between them. "Perhaps you'd like a little more time with the crusher?"
Jovan hated the crusher, it always felt as if his legs were about to break when they used it on him. Not to mention...other things. He smiled back though, not wanting to show his fear. "Whatever tickles your fancy boy, I got time."
The officer snorted, no doubt finding Jovan's continued resistance amusing...torturers usually did. Then again most didn't endure as long as he did...Jovan grimaced inwardly, wondering if that little twi'lek had already squealed, he didn't doubt it, she was just one of those stupid idealists after all...
Jovan had no doubt more information though, and he wasn't going to give them anything. Of course the torturer didn't agree, his eyes twinkling even as he reached for his belt. Instead of having the usual pouches for ammunition and a blaster it instead contained various instruments that Jovan had become intimately familiar with as of late. "No, I think it's time to make some more...permanent marks."
Then the man pulled a simple instrument out from his belt, making Jovan wince despite himself, the glitter of steel was unmistakable from the single light hanging above them. A scalpel, the blade slightly curved at the end, a mere two inches long...behind it Jovan noticed the officer grinning wide in glee. "Not so tough now are you?"
Great, now he would have to kill the man and hope he could take as many of the imperial swines with him as possible before he died... He could of course tell the truth, but that would only lead to him being sent to the mines of Kessel...and he would not go back there! Jovan sighed, suddenly feeling weary with it all. He hadn't expected himself to die like this...not even a single explosion to mark it out..
Then an explosion rocked the building.
One of the stormtroopers slipped to the floor as the other leaned against the wall, a yelp escaped the officer as he dropped the scalpel and steadied himself against Jovan's chest with one hand. Above them the light flickered and in the distance Jovan could hear the baying of sirens as the alarm was sounded.
Looking back the officer growled: "You there! See what's that all ab-AGH!" His order was cut off by Jovan as he pulled himself free with a grunt, one hand closing around the officer's throat, the other grabbing him by the belt.
A look of shock crossed the officer's features as he stared at Jovan, body tensing in horror. Then Jovan ended the life of his torturer with a flex of his arm, crushing the windpipe in his hand.
Tossing the lifeless body forward Jovan sent one of the stormtroopers sprawling into a corner while he himself rushed forth...his right fist was already swinging, hitting the still standing trooper in the face. Pieces of plasteel flew off the helmet from the punch even as the trooper dropped, the back of his head hitting the door heavily.
"Son of a-!" Jovan cursed, his fist aching from the punch. He didn't relent though, his left foot stomping down on the leg of the stormtrooper against the knee, then he reached down and grabbed the foot of the trooper and pulled...hard.
"Gah!" The cry was muffled through the helmet of the trooper as Jovan's pull broke his leg. Spinning Jovan kicked down with his right leg, the heel of his foot hit the throat of the trooper right underneath the helmet with a satisfying crunch.
The other stormtrooper pushed the dead officer aside and pulled his blaster free, the dark weapon raised.
Leaping forth Jovan slapped the blaster aside with his right hand, its elbow sweeping around and hitting the stormtrooper in between his lenses and shoving the trooper into the wall. Shooting out his left hand he grabbed the trooper's arm, pinning his blaster against the wall.
With a growl the trooper proceeded to punch Jovan in the gut with his free hand, making him grunt in pain, another punch and Jovan stumbled back, surprised by the power in the little trooper. The stormtrooper moved after him, the still free hand but a blur as it came out to whip across Jovan's jaw, making his head snap to the side.
"You little-!" Jovan closed what little distance there was between them, his right arm sweeping around towards the trooper's head. The trooper pushed forth in return, making Jovan miss. Instead he wrapped his arm around the trooper's head, pulling hard while he turned around, pulling the trooper off balance. Plasteel covered boots clattered against the floor as the trooper kicked and struggled.
Dropping unto one knee Jovan released the blaster hand even as the trooper dropped the weapon, both hands coming up to try and pry Jovan's arm from his head. Jovan just pulled tighter, turning his arm into an ever tightening vice. "Die you filthy imp!" He twisted his back while pulling harder, feeling the resistance in his grip give way.
Craaaaack!
The stormtrooper went limp.
Releasing the trooper Jovan reached down and picked up a dropped blaster, chest heaving with exertion. He grinned.
Then the door opened, Jovan spun around with blaster raised. "Hey Jovan! We're here to rescue...you?"
In the entrance that idealist twi'lek and a human woman that Jovan seemed to remember from the briefings stood, though not the fancy hairdo...who was already lowering her blaster as the pair looked around themselves in confusion, wide eyes noting the dead imperials littering the floor.
"You set off those explosives?" Jovan pointed over at the woman that was still eyeing the destruction, an odd look on her face.
"Yes..." She answered, still off balance apparently.
"Great." Jovan straightened, realising time was of the essence. "Lets go then."
"Okay...then?"
