Chapter 2: Interrogation

Ezra's P.O.V

I groaned as I opened my eyes slowly, feeling numb from being tazed by that Mando during our fight. I opened my eyes fully, and I started looking around. I was in a room, and when I tried moving, it turned out that my hands were tied above my head. I tried to get free, grunting as I tried heavily to break myself out of here, but got nowhere. I looked down, and saw that my Jedi robes and shirt had been removed. The only thing on was my pants and boots.

"Nice to see that you are awake." a voice said. I recognized that voice. I looked over to my left and saw the pink Mando from the space station, her face concealed by her helmet. I felt rage build up in me from seeing her again.

"You!" I yelled. "Where am I and how long was I out for?"

"We're on the surface of Balmorra. My brother and I took you two in and now... we're going to enjoy having you with us. For a man that's been out for only 24 hours, Jedi, you sure seemed like you put up a good fight yesterday."

"Torture me all you want, I ain't talking. Where's Kanan?"

"Oh, him?" I nodded. "My brother and him are... meeting for the first time." Through the door we heard screams, and those screams were Kanan's! God, what the hell was he doing to him?

"What are you doing to him?" I demanded.

"Nothing."

"Lies." I retorted. "Why did you take us in instead of killing us on the dot, Rainbow Mando?" The Mandalorian didn't like that, and she delivered two hard punches to my face before pulling out a knife and sliding it down my body. I winced at the pain before I screamed, panting once the knife was removed. My face was swelling from those punches and the ones she delivered yesterday.

"Call me that one more time, and I will kill you right here and now." she warned me.

"Okay, fine. Now can you answer me?"

"We were told by our Sith employers to take you two in, thinking that we could get info out of you, info about Republic operations on this world. And if you refuse to talk, they told us to make your deaths slow so that you could feel it all."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be. A lot of your brothers and sisters have fallen at the hands of us. In fact, I would get pure pleasure out of killing you right now."

"And I'd get pure pleasure out of you removing your helmet so that way I can end our rivalry where it began and see the look on your face."

"The look of your face will be more satisfying to me." She pulled out a tazer from her gauntlet. I knew that there was no escaping it, preparing for the worst. She bludgeoned it into my stomach, and it sent a sharp pain into my stomach, my body never forgetting the feeling of what happened yesterday in orbit during our fight. I screamed as my back arched and I threw my head back. The pain increased and I screamed even more, until the Mando stopped it. I breathed heavily. "There's plenty more where that came from." She delivered a hard punch to my stomach.

"I'm not... intimidated by you." I retorted, breathing heavily and spitting at her visor.

"I had this thing cleaned yesterday you know." she said, slowly wiping off the spit and before kicking me square in the face. The impact was so strong that I could have sworn that I felt blood come out of my mouth. I coughed before facing her, looking into her eyes through her visor.

Meanwhile

Third Person P.O.V

The situation was no different for Kanan. Like Ezra, he was also being tortured, the other Mandalorian exercising extreme torture methods on the Jedi. Some of them ranged from just simply punching him in the face or kicking him to stabbing him in his bare stomach, leaving the knife in for a minute or two, to flat out using his flamethrower on the Jedi, giving him burns on his face and body. Despite all of this pain, Kanan still refused to give his interrogator info.

"I am not going to ask you again, Jedi!" the Mandalorian yelled, using his flamethrower and burning the left side of Kanan's face, enduring even more pain to the Jedi. Kanan screamed as a result, begging all of this to stop. "What's that? I couldn't here you over the sound of you not giving me what I want, Jedi." the Mando remarked before activating his flamethrower again, only this time setting the heat to its almost highest setting as he put it to Kanan's face again, the Jedi letting out what felt like an ear piercing shriek. "Where are the Republic operations being carried out in this sector?!" the Mandalorian demanded, Kanan yelling. He stopping applying flames, Kanan groaning and coughing, one half of his face suffering what appeared to be a third degree burn.

"I...am not willing to give you anything, Mando." Kanan responded, even though he knew what would happen, even if it meant that over giving the Mando what he wanted and having the Empire take care of crucial Republic ops on Balmorra.

Enraged, he took out his pistol and aimed it at Kanan's chest. Kanan closed his eyes and bowed his head, preparing for the worst to happen. He pulled the trigger, a blast going into Kanan's chest. Kanan groaned and then the Mando shot him another time, then another, until all that was there was a man who gave out after being brutally shot three times in the chest, the scorch marks on his shirtless chest showing that.

Meanwhile

Ezra's P.O.V

I felt the force signature of Kanan all of a sudden just leave him. I knew what had happened, letting out a loud scream in rage. "You will pay for taking my master!" I screamed. The pink Mando laughed under her helmet.

"So, you know what happened?" she said.

"I will make sure to hunt you and your brother down by the time I'm free." I retorted, which made her punch me again in the face repeatedly before tazing me again.

"I'm afraid that won't happen." She raised her pistol to my head. "Say hi to your master for me."

"Even if you kill me, what's that gonna solve? The war will still go on and more of my Jedi brothers and sisters will most likely go after you once word of his death spreads, and mine." The pistol was cocked.

"I'll be sure to give them your regards." She squeezed the trigger slowly, but then something happened. I felt... hesitation in her. She wouldn't hesitate to kill a Jedi, just like all Mandalorians, but this time this was different. As much as she tried, she somehow just couldn't kill me. Why? I sensed that she was under pressure and then she holstered her pistol. "I'll deal with you later." she said before she stepped out, closing the door. As for me, I think I just found a way to release myself, grunting as I tried to get free, wincing at the pain from earlier.

Outside the cells

Third Person P.O.V

Sabine was breathing heavily under her helmet. Why, why didn't she just kill him? What stopped her from doing so? This was not normal, and she's never had a moment like this. Sure she has spared some enemies, but never a Jedi. Out of all the other times, she wouldn't hesitate to kill a Jedi, yet with him, this was entirely different. Why didn't she take the shot? Why, just why? Sabine had so many questions.

Tristan came out of his cell, meeting her. "What's the status of the younger one?" he asked in his native tongue. Sabine was now really under pressure. She didn't know how to respond. She could say that this Jedi wasn't talking, which was true, but then again she would have had to kill him anyway. Or she could tell the truth, but then who knew what was going to happen next. "Well?" Tristan asked, taking off his helmet. He had dark brown hair and light brown eyes.

"Well..." Sabine said, now even under more pressure than before. Tristan could tell that something was going on with his sister.

"Sabine, answer me please."

"He wasn't talking." she finally answered.

"And? What happened next?" Sabine was silent. "Sabine, are you okay?"

"Yeah, heh heh. Everything's good." No it wasn't. Tristan wasn't having any of this.

"Sabine, just tell me what happened to the Jedi."

"I told him I'd deal with him later."

"Sabine, would you care to explain how you are going to tell that to Lord Jadus? He gave us orders to kill them if they didn't talk on the spot."

"But, Tristan, I was going to torture him more and..."

"Actually, judging from your voice and how there was something unusual going on with you, it seemed like it was less of that and more like sparing him. Why? Why in the name of Mandalore did you spare the bane of any Mandalorian? Huh?"

"Tristan, it's not what it seems like." Sabine knew that this was going nowhere.

"You know what? Tell that to Lord Jadus. Never have I been this disappointed in you since the times that you were more of an artist when we were training in our youth to be warriors, to be REAL Mandalorians." Tristan slipped on his helmet and walked away.

Sabine never thought this would happen. Her own brother, completely disapointed in her more than ever? Never has she felt more disgust aimed at her. Sabine was hurt that she could have sworn that she felt a tear or two coming from her eye. "No, Mando'ads don't cry." she tried telling herself, but it wasn't enough. Her brother was one of the few people Sabine had left in her family, and now it felt like he completely just turned his back on her. Never will she forget the disgusted look on his face, a look that has glued to her like pieces of paper with various art projects she did in her spare time, only this time the "project" wasn't as vibrant as the young Mandalorian liked it.

Sabine was brought out of her thoughts when alarms went off throughout the base, an imperial Mandalorian loyalist running downstairs. "Wren!" he called to her. "The Republic are going to bombard this area!"

"What's the plan?" she responded.

"Evacuate all personnel."

"What about the prisoners?"

"Forget them, Wren, let's go!" The Mandalorian ran upstairs.

The Jedi. That's the only thing that came to her mind. She spared him, and now she made herself look bad to her heritage and the Empire as a whole. She tried to brush it off. "No. Forget him, he's going to die anyway." Sabine told herself, heading towards the stairs, but then stopped. "Why won't you get out of my head?" she said to no one in particular. She didn't understand. Jedi are like machines with telekinesis and laser swords, that's the only huge thing she's learned about them from Day One. But if she's killed dozens of them within her long run as a mercenary for the Empire, why didn't she kill him? It didn't matter at this point. She had to leave now, yet part of her wanted to go back, more like needed to go back. Why? Why did this situation have to be the way the way it was going for Sabine Wren?

"Rainbow Mando!" a familiar voice called to her. Sabine's eyes widened under her helmet. It was the Jedi! How did he break free? Sabine brushed off all those thoughts about sparing him, now preparing to finally take him out of the picture. That will definitely help. Turning around, she met his gaze. Despite the torture he went through earlier, he looked like he was ready to take it to her as well.

"Don't call me that, you Jedi scum!" she retorted.

"You know, we still have unfinished business." He got in a fighting stance. Sabine also got herself in a fighting stance.

"If I'm going to go down with this camp, I'm taking you down with me."

"Nice to see that you got yourself some fight left in you. Now let's finish this."

"You will have a Jedi funeral once I'm done with you." Sabine pulled out her cortosis blade. "That I can promise you."