AdmiralF.: This Chapter is short and meant to show the seeds of Thyferus's plan to take over the Empire being planted.
Disclaimer: I do not own SWTOR or anything in the Star Wars Franchise.
HALF AN HOUR LATER ABOARD THE FREEDOM
Angry didn't even come close to describing Republic Supreme Commander Jace Malcom's feelings about the current situation. Nor did enraged, furious, or livid. No there really wasn't anything that even slightly came close to how Jace felt right now. Not in any sense.
On one note the Freedom was crippled due to a Sith ship crashing into the bridge. Next the Imperial Fleet nearly destroyed the Republic Grand Fleet despite their being extremely outnumbered. Then Darth Thyferus escaped with a prisoner and they did not know where he was now. Finally the Imperial they had captured was being silent as the grave.
The Imperial was the sole survivor of the Sith Ship which crashed into the bridge as the rest died in an attempted boarding action. The Republic's best interorgators had gotten nothing out of him. He just sat there like a rag doll. Dull and lifeless were the exact words of one of the guards outside his cell when asked how he did in the past hour. No reaction to anything. Almost as if he were a ghost of some sort.
Jace was currently on his way to interrogate the prisoner personally as the wardens had failed to get anything out of him. Satele had wanted to come but Jace told her to go and relax while he handled it. He would make this guy talk for certain. He knew just the right ways to get anyone to talk no matter how 'dull and lifeless' they act. Many an Imperial Agent had attempted to keep his secrets, secrets but quickly sang like a bird when Jace came along.
Jace arrived at the cell chamber that the Imperial had been assigned and input the code to deactivate the force field in front of the door. Next he input the code to unlock the door. The cell door slid open with a mechanic hiss allowing Jace a glimpse at the prisoner within. The lighting wasn't all that good inside the cell so he couldn't see the prisoner that great.
The prisoner was a human male with deep violet purple eyes and light cloud white hair. He was tall and lean with lightly tanned skin and multiple scars on his face. He wore a standard orange prison jumpsuit. One could see no sort of expression on his face whatsoever. He truly did look dull and lifeless. Just like a ghost.
The man glanced at Jace as he walked in but said not a single thing to him. Jace eyed him curiously as he approached him. The man had not even recognized the presence of any of the interrogators so why notice him. Curious. Jace spoke to him in a stern and hard voice. "My name is Jace Malcom Supreme Commander of the Republic Armed Forces. Who are you and what rank did you hold in the Empire?" Jace asked sternly but the only answer he got was complete and utter silence. Jace became annoyed quickly with the prisoner. Usually prisoners spilled their guts upon simply sighting Jace but it annoyed him that one did not.
The man just stayed completely curled up in the corner of the cell refusing to move or speak in the slightest bit. Jace was extremely annoyed now and so decided to resort to violence. He walked over and pressed the button for the shock cuffs and watched as the prisoner was covered in blue electricity but still he did not yield. "Say something damnit!" Jace advanced on him and grasped the man by his collar and raised him up above the floor. The man struggled to breath as Jace crushed his neck beneath his huge hands. Finally the man spoke in a raspy and barely audible voice which was the result of Jace's choking him.
"Darrius Voltar, Pilot." The man croaked out and Jace dropped him to the ground. Darrius rubbed his throat as his breathing was restored and he looked up at Jace and glared. However Jace glared back ferociously at him and Darrius put all his rage into one look that caused Jace to step back slightly before regaining his composure and returning to his interrogation.
Jace leaned down and narrowed his eyes at Darrius who did not waver. This was unusual as prisoners usually cowered in fear when Jace narrowed his eyes at them and he leaned down close enough to snap their necks. "What do you know about Darth Thyferus's fleet locations? Where do they dock? Tell me everything." Jace said sternly as Darrius glared at him but this time Darrius smirked as he chuckled. It was a merry form of mocking laughter directed at Jace in the form of almost snickering.
"You think I'll tell anything to a Republic dog like you? If so then you must have lost your marbles because I'm not saying anything." Darrius said to which Jace picked him up again and then threw him against the wall. Jace then left him to rot in the cell. Cursing could be heard in the outside hallway. A few choice words that probably were in different languages.
Inside the cell Darrius smirked again as he pushed up his sleeve to reveal a hidden micro communicator. He turned it on and held it up. Soon an image of Darth Thyferus appeared. "Ah Darrius your still alive. I'm surprised that you survived that crash. What happened?" The Sith Lord asked with genuine curiosity and Darrius nodded as he regaled the events which occurred after the crash. Thyferus listened intently to his tale of the recent past.
After Darrius finished Thyferus was smirking that Malcom had been stupid enough to not check for a wire. "I've seen Rancor's smarter than him. Now your next move is to gain the trust of those Republic dogs. Slowly make it look like you no longer wish to serve the Empire. Once you are in a high-ranking position within the Republic contact me for your next orders." Thyferus's image blinked out as the transmission was ended leaving Darrius alone again in his cell. The clever spy smirked as the plan was put into action.
AN: Yes I know that it was short but as I said it was just a display of how Thyferus's plan is being put into place. More to come. Please Review.