"We have captured the Rebel pilot, Sir. As you've suspected, she matches the retinal scans. She will undergo interrogation until all information you have requested is given."
Rakson sat with his hands folded on top of the plasteel desk. An evil smirk oozed its way onto his features. He enjoyed nothing more then witnessing pain in sub-humans. He nodded towards the miniature hologram of Supervisor Weefs. "Excellent, Supervisor. I shall come down to meet this alien scum personally." He sneered as he pictured the foolish alien screaming in agony. He stood up and began to move for the commlink to the shuttle bay. One thing troubled him still, should he use electrical or chemical methods of interrogation? Ah well, that answer would come in time.
