Show time
Arc trooper Thire walks down the halls towards the interrogation room and steps into the room next to it. He stops and looks for a spot to sit among his brothers in the dark room. The only light came from the two way mirror. He sits down near the back and takes off his helmet to ask the clone next to him, "Did I miss anything?"
"Not much. Fox just entered the room." he says quietly. Thire nods. The clones passed around a bag of dried berries, taking large handfuls as they watched the "show".
Fox slams his hand on the table, voice strong and unwavering, "I know you stole the fuel cells. I just don't know where you put them."
"I would never steal fuel cells. Everyone knows stealing is wrong." the Transdosian criminal said with a hiss, "Besides, I was out with a couple buddies of mine, drinking."
Fox glares at him, "That's not what your blood test says." The clones Ooed.
the Transdosian huffs, "Maybe you mucked up the evidence."
"Boo!" "Boo!" "Fox would never!" one clone throws his berries at the glass, "Say that again, I dare ya!"
the Transdosian looks at the mirror curiously. Fox thinks for a moment and smiles under the helmet. The clones take notice, "Oh, it just got good."
Fox turns towards the mirror, "Relax, General Skywalker. I'll have him confessing to the murders soon."
"Murders!? I didn't... there's a Jedi back there? Look, I didn't kill no one! All I did was steal a few fuel cells and hide them under the panels on my living room floor!" he confessed.
Fox slams his hands on the table, "Gotcha." he taps his wrist com, "Hound, search Pakka Dorrmon's apartment floor panels. We got a confession."
"Wait... Is there a Jedi behind the glass?"
Fox lifts him to his feet, "No. But it got you talking, didn't it?" he opens the door and drags him outside.
the clones cheer, "Yeah!" "Fox got another one!" "That was two minutes faster than the last guy." "I love this show." "I can't wait for the next episode!" Thire gets up and follows them out the door. He spots Fox walking back. Fox crosses his arms and taps his foot, "Okay, who threw food at the glass again?"
A clone with snake eyes tattooed over his eyelids stops mid-step and looks at him guiltily, "Yes, Commander?"
"Pick it up and eat it."
the clone relaxes, "Yes, sir." and heads in.
"I told him, stop feeding the sweeper droids, they're already overweight." Fox looks at Thire, "How was the show?"
"Needs a theme song, sir."
