"Wake up Captain Tarr." A calm voice brought Jelok back to the world of the living. The last few minutes had been hell, and he had blissfully passed out. (Looks like the Imperial Interrogation Division deserves its repuation) he considered groggily. He was in a pitch-black room and strapped into a simple chair. The only illuminated spot was a small light lighting up a small area that encompassed a Star Destroyer Captain's chair and its occupant. Although his vision had not totally recovered from the last session, he could make out that the figure was not human. His skin was blue and had piercing red eyes. (A non-human? In the Imperial navy? Oh sithspit this guy must be good) The non-human stood up and spoke,
"You are showing remarkable resilience to our debriefing techniques. None of your comrades have needed to be taken to this stage."
"I'm honoured" Jelok meant to say in a sarcastic tone. Instead it came out as
"Mwham Mannahd" (Sithspit! They've done something to my tongue. It feels all floppy)
"The purpose of this session, Captain, is for you to listen to me, not to ask me questions or offer up snide responses. Now, all I want you to do is answer me this question; why were you in the system? Use the keyboard under your left hand." The being gestured to Jelok's left hand. Jelok craned his head and saw the keyboard and screen. He typed in "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS IMPERIAL SCUM"
"I expected better of you Captain Tarr. Very well, bring in the first one." A hatch hissed open behind Jelok, yet no light filtered in to the room. Two stormtroopers marched past him, dragging one of the members of his crew. The crew member, who Jelok recognised as the likable helmsan, Naron, was offering no resistance. (Probably drugged up to the eyeballs) Jelok reasoned. The two stormtroopers halted next to his interrogator, their cargo taking another stumbling step. They swivelled to face Jelok and holstered their carbines, bringing out two vibro-knifes each.
"You have approximately 10 seconds to answer my questions. There will be three questions. If the questions are not answered to my satisfaction then I think you can guess what will happen." The non-human's voice was calm. The two stormtroopers betrayed nothing as to what they were thinking, as their helmets covered their faces. (If I don't answer this guy's questions, Naron is gonna end up as morgue decoration, but how many more of my friends and comrades will die if I do,…) Looking the Imperial straight in the eyes, Jelok nodded.
"Why were you in the system?" Jelok held the Imperial's gaze. Seconds dragged on as he wrestled with his conscience before at last typing "SPYING MISSION"
"Very good Captain, so pleased to see you are co-operating." There was no smug tone in the Imperial's voice. "However, what were you briefed to observe?"
"RUMOURS EXISTED OF NEW WEAPON SYSTEMS. ORDERED TO OBSERVE TRANSFERS OF PERSONNEL AND MATERIALS."
"What new weapon systems did you hear of?" Jelok seemed to have sparked the Imperial's interest.
"NO SPECIFICS."
"Just as well, otherwise my plan would have been compromised. However Captain, I will let you in on a little secret. There is a new weapons system in this Fleet, but you can do nothing about it."
On that note, the Imperial stood up. The two stormtroopers slashed the throat of Naron, letting him slide to the deck. For one brief moment their eyes met, and Jelok saw the desperation, the fear and the pain evident in Naron's eyes. The Imperials marched out of the room and turned off the light, leaving Jelok in the dark with a dying man for company.
"You are showing remarkable resilience to our debriefing techniques. None of your comrades have needed to be taken to this stage."
"I'm honoured" Jelok meant to say in a sarcastic tone. Instead it came out as
"Mwham Mannahd" (Sithspit! They've done something to my tongue. It feels all floppy)
"The purpose of this session, Captain, is for you to listen to me, not to ask me questions or offer up snide responses. Now, all I want you to do is answer me this question; why were you in the system? Use the keyboard under your left hand." The being gestured to Jelok's left hand. Jelok craned his head and saw the keyboard and screen. He typed in "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS IMPERIAL SCUM"
"I expected better of you Captain Tarr. Very well, bring in the first one." A hatch hissed open behind Jelok, yet no light filtered in to the room. Two stormtroopers marched past him, dragging one of the members of his crew. The crew member, who Jelok recognised as the likable helmsan, Naron, was offering no resistance. (Probably drugged up to the eyeballs) Jelok reasoned. The two stormtroopers halted next to his interrogator, their cargo taking another stumbling step. They swivelled to face Jelok and holstered their carbines, bringing out two vibro-knifes each.
"You have approximately 10 seconds to answer my questions. There will be three questions. If the questions are not answered to my satisfaction then I think you can guess what will happen." The non-human's voice was calm. The two stormtroopers betrayed nothing as to what they were thinking, as their helmets covered their faces. (If I don't answer this guy's questions, Naron is gonna end up as morgue decoration, but how many more of my friends and comrades will die if I do,…) Looking the Imperial straight in the eyes, Jelok nodded.
"Why were you in the system?" Jelok held the Imperial's gaze. Seconds dragged on as he wrestled with his conscience before at last typing "SPYING MISSION"
"Very good Captain, so pleased to see you are co-operating." There was no smug tone in the Imperial's voice. "However, what were you briefed to observe?"
"RUMOURS EXISTED OF NEW WEAPON SYSTEMS. ORDERED TO OBSERVE TRANSFERS OF PERSONNEL AND MATERIALS."
"What new weapon systems did you hear of?" Jelok seemed to have sparked the Imperial's interest.
"NO SPECIFICS."
"Just as well, otherwise my plan would have been compromised. However Captain, I will let you in on a little secret. There is a new weapons system in this Fleet, but you can do nothing about it."
On that note, the Imperial stood up. The two stormtroopers slashed the throat of Naron, letting him slide to the deck. For one brief moment their eyes met, and Jelok saw the desperation, the fear and the pain evident in Naron's eyes. The Imperials marched out of the room and turned off the light, leaving Jelok in the dark with a dying man for company.