(Keisa's View)
(Interrogation Room)
(Three Minutes Later)
"…You again…?" The male hostage groans softly, opening his right, purple, bruised eye, locking its pupil onto mine. I smirk. "What does it look like?" I sneer back, taking a step toward him, my hands behind my back. He scoffs weakly, though not responding to my comment. My smirk, which faded a couple seconds ago, returns, along with a quick, amused exhale out of my nose.
"Barely mustered enough energy to talk to me, huh? This should be too easy…Kind of a shame, actually. I was hoping that you'd give me a decent challenge." I say in a sarcastic sigh, showing a disappointed face to him. I was telling the truth though. Given his lack of energy, his brain must be exhausted. That'll make it way easier to pry the location of the map out of him. Personally, hearing that he was the best pilot aligned with the Resistance, I thought he would have the guts and wits to resist my interrogation. Guess physical durability can go only so far.
Taking another step towards him, I reach my hand out; open it before allowing the Force to enter his brain. The entry immediately rips pain through his mind, causing him to groan through clenched teeth, as well as hiss, all in attempts to ease the agony I am willingly putting him through. The pilot soon begins to cough.
"Stop coughing!" I shout, slamming his head onto the back of the metal, non-padded headrest. He groans through clenched teeth, his eyes alive from the pain reenergizing his brain. I scoff. "You know that you cannot escape. You know that you're bound to tell me where the map is, so why not just willingly tell me. If you do, I promise you that your pain will cease." I inform him. A grin appears on his face. This, internally, surprises me. This Resistance fool, throughout all the pain I'm pressing on him, manages to become amused by my words.
"You…really think…that I'd fall for that?" He huffs out. With these words, the feeling of amusement ripples through my mind. I giggle. "No. But it never hurts to try, right?" I sneer back, pressing my Force abilities harder into his mind. He grunts louder. His eyes narrow. "The Resistance…won't be…intimidated…by you…especially you…" He scowls weakly. I narrow my eyes. "Don't judge me by my age, you fool. Now…where is the map!" I shout, banging him on the headrest once more. He roars out. An instant later, I thrust him forward, entering his mind with a greater amount of force. He, unable to resist, commands me to stop. I grin. "Then tell me!" I shout happily. He clenches his jaw and shakes his head in attempts to resist, but the pain overwhelms him too much.
"MY BB DROID! ON JAKKU!" He blurts out, tears, glistening from the light and from the pain streaming down his face. Instantly, I release the Force from him, letting him collapse on the interrogation chair. I smile and wink at him when he looks at me.
"Thanks cutie." I hum in a creepy, sweet tone before turning around. Opening the door, I find Father in the distance, talking to Hux. Both, simultaneously, turn their head to me. Father walks to me as I walk to him. "Well?"
"Didn't you hear him blurt it out, Father?" I ask, actually curious. He shakes his head. "No." He replies. I exhale a quick breath out of my nose. "He was pretty loud though. I'm kind of surprised that you didn't hear-." I begin, but Father intercedes, asking harshly where the map is. I scoff. "Father. Be patient. Is it wrong not to talk 'bout other things?" I ask. Before he could reply, I grin. "He has a BB-droid that is currently located on Jakku." I hum. Father nods. "Good. Well done, my daughter." He replies before turning to Hux. "I'll leave this to you, Hux. You better not disappoint me." Father says before walking away. Hux stares at me for a second before walking to the overhead of the TIE Fighter bay. I shake my head slightly. "Creep."
Keisa! Crimson beeps happily. Turning to Crimson, I smile sincerely. Mighty, I realize, is rolling right behind Crimson until he stops, in which Mighty rolls to Crimson's side. I kneel to my brotherly companions. "I see your checkups are done."
Yep! Crimson squeals. But Keisa, how was the interrogation? He asks. Mighty cocks his semi-circular head. Interrogation? Your father actually let you do that? Mighty asks, his binary tone emitting shock. I giggle. "Surprised? Well, for once, yes. And I got the information I needed."
So you succeeded? Crimson asks. I nod. "Well yeah! Did you doubt me?" I ask in a inflected voice. Crimson shakes his head quickly. No! He beeps nervously. I nod. "Good. That's is what I like to hear. Now…what do you say we go to the diner and grab something to eat?"
We can't eat, Keisa. Crimson replies. I groan. "You two are so painful! I'm completely aware you can't eat, you awesome pile of bolts. Now, let me rephrase. Why not we all go together and chat while I grab somethin' to eat?" I hum, standing to my feet. Crimson squeals before rolling off. I shake my head. Mighty looks up at me. I lower my head to him.
"He's sure the energetic droid. Let's catch up to him before he screws somethin' up. You never know with Crimson."