Chapter Four - Take Her To The Interogation Chamber

Admiral Daala turned away from the monitors in her control room. Tyria Tainer was getting what she deserved. Her commander, Tavira Davip, handed her a datapad. Her green eyes scanned it quickly. Sith, this was not good. 20 ships and buildings destroyed by Kell Tainer.

She stalked down the corridors towards the detention block DL-773. Officers and stormtroopers took one look at her and hurried out of the Admiral's way. The two stormtroopers standing outside Tainer's cell saluted sharply and Daala nodded in return. She reached up and pressed in her code and the door slid open with a hiss to reveal one weak and tired computer hacker. Tyria sat up a bit more and crossed her arms defiantly.

"I'm sure you'll be pleased to know, Miss Tainer, that your brother has destroyed 11 Imperial buildings and 9 Imperials ships."

Tyria grinned a bit weakly. "Good for him, you've got too much anyway."

"Perhaps Tainer, another does of pain will change your mind about that. If you ever see your brother again, you can thank him for this," A discreet signal from Daala brought the two stormtroopers in. Each one took a firm hold of the young woman's arms and pulled her to her feet.

"Take into to the same interogation chamber as before," Daala ordered, her green eyes never leaving Tainer's face. The Wraith merely raised an eyebrow and walked with the troopers towards another session of pain.

* * * * *

Tyria screamed inwardly but tried not to let too much of her pain show on her face. That would be letting Daala win. And no good Wraith ever let an Imperial win.

To most, Tyria appeared to be a quiet and reserved woman who kept to her computers and had no outside life. Most would guess that she would be the first one to break if tortured, out of the Wraiths. But then again, everyone else was a Jedi except for herself, Kell, Face, and Cloud, (who was Force sensitive.)

But anymore thoughts she might have had on such a subject were cut off as several needles were stuck into her, again. She would have jerked away if she hadn't been strapped to the "table." Her legs were held down by two thick leather straps, one on each leg, one at her waist, one a bit above, and one on each of her wrists, which were at about head, level. In other words, she was stuck for a long time.

Daala watched the procedures from a corner, just within Tyria's range of sight. She gave a curt nod to one of the officers in charge who stepped forward, a needle and syringe in hand. Jabbing it in her arm, she winced slightly in pain.

"It's a wonderful thing, that drug you've just been given. You see," Daala said clearly from her viewpoint. As she spoke, another Imp stepped forward, something, she couldn't tell exactly what in hand. "This particular drug is ineffective until it is activated by the cold."

The Imperial stepped forward and pressed the cold torture implement on her arm. Tyria's body screamed with pain. She would not do it. She would not do it. She would be a true Wraith. She would not let Daala have that satisfaction of her screaming.

* * * * *

Four hours later, they unstrapped her from the "table." Wavering on the brink of unconsciousness, she struggled to make her body obey her orders. Two stormtroopers caught her as she dropped towards the ground, her legs refusing to support her.

Watching with a delight that was almost holy, Daala nodded curtly to the troopers. "Take her back to her cell. Perhaps now she has learned why breaking into my files is a dangerous thing."

Too weak to even consider a comeback, Tyria went off with the troopers. This is getting to be a habit, she thought wearily; one she really wanted to end.