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Old 02-10-2007, 11:54 AM   #281
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The Imperial officer walked onto the bridge after the stormtroopers had surrounded the reminants of the crew. "That's for us to decide." He replied to Jacks question as he stepped up to Nic, and looked him up and down.

"Arrest them and take them to the brig." He ordered his stormtroopers.

"Whooo. You have no grounds." Nic replied.

"Really, You see a ship of this class was found smuggling a jedi 6 months ago and now you just so happen to be dropping one off in a prison." The Officer informed.

The Stormtroopers removed all the weapons from their prisoner and binded their hands behind their backs
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Old 02-11-2007, 12:53 AM   #282
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Outside the interrogation room, the two stormtroopers stood at attention. They had heard a bit of yelling, but that wasn't too unusual, but then again, they both knew better than to believe it was just yelling. They knew all too well what happened behind that door.

Then, they heard a woman screaming out. As their adrenaline spiked a little from the surprise, they settled down quickly. As they listened, they could tell that whomever was interrogating her had to have been doing something horrifying. The trooper began to think about it for a moment and started to cycle through various options.

Rape?? No, that had never elicited that type of a response. Branding?? Possibly, as he had personally seen it done to a prisoner before. Capitalizing on a phobia?? Again, another possibility. A new torture device?? Definitely a possibility. In fact, that was the most likely scenario as the guys from the Jedi Facility always enjoyed an opportunity to test one of their new "toys".

In either case, this one was definitely screaming in absolute terror. Then, the screaming started to fade, and finally stopped. Suddenly, the door swung open as two other troopers were very quickly carrying a body outside. Hmm, well, I guess that "toy" worked a little too well, the trooper thought to himself.
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Meanwhile, the two troopers very quickly moved through the hallways as they carried an unconscious Ryshana to the medbay. Finally arriving, they practically pushed the men carrying Beryl out of the way as they entered the medbay. Moving past Conn, they set her down on the table.

Following Ryshana and the troopers was the Colonel from the Interrogation Rooms. "Doc, we have an emergency," the Colonel stated quickly.


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Old 02-11-2007, 01:14 AM   #283
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Conn had just finished up the paperwork for Beryl when the doors to the med bay slid open again, admitting two more stormtroopers dragging an unconscious Twi'lek woman and an Imperial Colonel. The stormtroopers placed the woman on the table and the Colonel approached Conn at his desk. Conn stood up hastily and threw a salute.

The colonel returned it, then stated breathlessly, "Doc, we have an emergency."

Conn grabbed his medkit and made for the table. "What's wrong with her?"




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Old 02-11-2007, 10:25 AM   #284
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Nic, Cloud, Oliver, Jack and Jana were all had their binders removed from their hands and were thrown(some more literally than others) into the same cell. Nic sat on one of the bunks by the side and leaned against the wall.

This wasn't his first time in imperial cells but it was the first time they didn't have any real reason to put him in one. Nic tilted his head back and closed his eyes as if he was getting ready to get some sleep. "This wasn't part of the plan."
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"If you ask me, we weren't just arrested," Jack said sitting up "We've just been kidnapped. Just out of curiosity, who here is getting fed up with these bloody dreadnoughts and their bloody captains?"


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Old 02-11-2007, 01:19 PM   #286
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"She passed out, and we weren't getting a heartbeat," the Colonel replied. "The rest is up to you, Doctor."

With that, the Colonel remained where he was to make it obvious that he wasn't going to leave. He'd been in this situation before, but he was aware that Conn didn't like him being there mostly because the prisoners were often times just marched right back to the interrogation room for more questioning.


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Old 02-11-2007, 03:12 PM   #287
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"I don't suppose this is the condition she was received in, was it?" Conn asked dryly, allowing a small hint of bitterness to creep into his voice. He wasn't really expecting an answer, since it was clearly obvious that this Twi'lek woman was the Jedi that caused the alert and that she had already been put through an arduous Imperial interrogation. Jedi were treated ten times harsher than normal prisoners and Conn had been challenged on more than a few occasions to bring them back from the dead. He hoped he wouldn't have to do the same with this one.

Upon examination, however, it became apparent that he'd have to pull this one from death's clutches as well. The Twi'lek woman's purple skin was cold and clammy to the touch and she wasn't breathing. She had a host of other injuries, but the most important thing at the moment was getting her heart restarted. He'd no idea how long she'd been out, but it was safe to assume that the Imperials had pushed her to the limits. He took a pulse detector and wrapped it around her arm. Pulling two defib pads from underneath the table, he hit a few controls on the console, then placed one pad on the right side of the Twi'lek's chest and the other on her left side just under her ribcage. "Clear!" he called out before pressing the buttons on the pads, sending an electrical charge through the woman's body.




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Old 02-11-2007, 06:16 PM   #288
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Beryl let the Stormies drag her down the corridor for a while, but then she started to try to regain her footing. After all, it wasn’t as if she was supposed to be completely unconscious. And she didn’t imagine that the sedative that Conn should have used would have been that long lasting. But as she raised her eyes, she was shocked by what she saw.

Two troopers very quickly moved toward them, barrelling through the corridor as they carried an unconscious Ryshana to the medbay. Beryl couldn’t help but let out a gasp. Taking the risk of ‘reconnecting’ herself to the Force, she tried to mentally reach out to her friend and ‘Master’, but then shuddered at what she sensed. Or rather, what she couldn’t sense.

Taking it as their prisoner was merely coming out from under the effects of the sedative, the two troopers holding her took little notice as they let their comrades pass.

“Was that the Jedi?” one of them said to the other.

“Yeah. S’pect they’ll be taking her to processing soon. If she survives,” he added with a casual snort.

They tugged Beryl to her feet and she stumbled along with them to the processing area, head still hung low so that neither of them would see the look of dread on her face. She had to fight back the urge to resist them and go and help her friend, but then she felt the bacta bandage on her ribs shift, and she remembered Conn. Conn would help Ryshana. She was sure of it.

Beryl and her escorts were ‘greeted’ by the same Imperial soldier in grey that had slapped her across the face earlier. This time, he had a smug look on his face, and as he approached her, she cast her eyes submissively down to the floor, fearing that if he looked at her eyes close enough, he’d be able to tell she wasn’t as ‘sedated’ as she appeared.

He stood in front of her as if thinking of a way to accost or verbally assault her, but as she said nothing and didn’t look up, he made his way back to his control desk. In a few moments, he returned, and she felt a sharp pain in her arm. He had injected something hard just under her skin.

“You are now Prisoner 21790,” he said to her. When she didn’t respond, he roughly grabbed her chin. “Do you understand?” he growled in her face.

Beryl blinked a few times, and nodded groggily.

“Good.” He released her, and stepped back to his station. Then, she heard a door slide open. “Take her down,” he said to the Stormtroopers.

Take her down? Beryl thought nervously. But as she was dragged through the door, she understood what he had meant. She was in an elevator.


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Old 02-12-2007, 09:50 AM   #289
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Ryshana's body jolted with the shock from the defrib pads. On the monitor, a single beep let out but soon flatlined. The first shock didn't work. The Colonel looked on a bit nervously as it happened, and he knew that her death would mean hours worth of paperwork for him to deal with.

However, before the defrib pads recharged, the monitor started beeping. The result was a bit puzzling since a normal heart doesn't just start up on its own.

"Well, Doc, it looks like you won't have to work so hard after all. We're done with the questioning; so go ahead and get her processed," the Colonel stated. Sitting down in Conn's chair, the Colonel waited for him to get started.


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"They're charming," Jana said sarcastically after a period of being uncharacteristically silent. Frowning, she shook her head. "However our 'friend', Mr. Dreadnought Captain might not be acting of his own accord... there might be someone else behind this..."

She frowned and stared intently at the door to the cell, again falling into silence.
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Old 02-13-2007, 12:01 AM   #291
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Conn was just as surprised as the colonel was as the woman's seemingly cooperative heart. Small blessings, he thought to himself as he stowed the defib pads away and moved to his console to scan the battered Twi'lek. His scans showed the type of injuries typically associated with Imperial hospitality: cracked ribs, bruises everywhere and a mild concussion. Two anomalies ere present, however. One was the metal ring she had around her neck; he'd never seen anything like it before, but it seemed to act on her nervous system, judging from the readouts. He frowned darkly as he surmised it to be a new Imperial torture device; they were quite fond of using such things, especially on Jedi.

The other anomaly was much more welcome. It seemed the Twi'lek woman had an artificial heart. The jolt that Conn had applied had given it just enough of a boost to start pumping again. Small blessings indeed.

Conn grabbed his medkit and moved back to the table. Extracting a syringe, he filled it with a viscous green chemical, then injected it into the woman's arm.

The colonel craned his head to get a better look. "What is that you're injecting her with, doctor?"

"A sedative," Conn replied, throwing a look at the Imperial officer. "And save it, colonel. This woman has been through enough. She could use the respite."

The colonel looked as if he was about to protest, then thought better of it and said nothing.

Conn turned back to his patient and breathed a small sigh of relief. He'd always bucked authority before because the Imperials trusted him to do his job well, but he was beginning to wonder just how long his luck would run before they'd decide to make him more compliant. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he worked on the Jedi woman's injuries. Hers were much more extensive than Beryl's had been, so he had to use quite a few more bacta bandages. Her skimpier clothing made it that much easier to work on her, as he didn't have to contend with it as he was treating her injuries. She was groggy from the sedative he'd given her, only opening her eyes slightly as he treated her face with bacta swabs. Conn could feel the pain radiate from her and was glad that his sedative was allieviating most of it. Finishing up his treatments, he moved to remove the Jedi's binders, but was stopped by one of the stormtroopers.

"We can't have you do that, doctor," the colonel's voice intoned from behind him.

He half-looked back at the officer. "It's only for a moment, to prep her for decontamination." He looked back at the stormtroopers. "And you have your lackeys here to shoot her if she tries anything funny. Though I doubt she will, given how much I've sedated her."

This seemed to sate the colonel for the moment. "Very well then."

Conn undid the binders, then scooped the Twi'lek into his arms. She was surprisingly light. He walked over to the decontamination chamber, the two stormtroopers in tow. Setting her down carefully, removed her shirt, then reshackled her hands and lifted her into the chamber. Securing her binders in the straps in the ceiling, he removed the rest of her clothing, then looked at the colonel pointedly when he came to the ring around her neck. "I don't suppose this thing is waterproof," he said dryly.

The colonel made a face. "It isn't. Will decontamination take long?"

"Not more than a few minutes. And I've sedated her heavily, so there's very little risk of her waking up," he added, answering the colonel's question before it was asked.

The colonel didn't seem too happy with this prospect, but he nodded and motioned for the stormtroopers to raise their rifles towards the chamber.

"Now that's just uncalled for," Conn muttered under his breath as he reached up and unsnapped the collar from around the Jedi's neck. Moving off, he closed the chamber door and started up the decontamination process. Setting the collar aside, he rummaged through her clothing, removing various items and placing them in a bin, much like he'd done with Beryl's. When the console beeped at him, he grabbed a set of prison clothes from underneath a desk, as well as a roll of bandage tape, a towel and the collar and made for the chamber door. It hissed open, emitting steam. Conn carefully took the Twi'lek into his arms again, folding the towel over her body. He strode quickly to the table, again with the stormtroopers in tow, and set her down again. Taking the prison trousers, he pulled them with some difficulty onto her lower half, then used the bandage tape to wrap her upper torso and parts of her head and lekku. He then snapped the collar back onto her neck, making sure the colonel saw him do it. She was still drifting in and out of consciousness and he idly hoped that the extra-powerful sedative he had given her would last through whatever further torture they had planned for her.

He gave her clothes and items to the nearest stormtrooper and faced the colonel. "I don't suppose you'd let me see her again in a week, just to check on her?" he asked, fighting to keep the sarcasm out of his voice as he knew full well he'd never see this Jedi again, if past experiences were any indication.




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Old 02-13-2007, 01:35 AM   #292
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"That won't be necessary, Doctor, although your dedication is admirable," the Colonel stated. "And you won't have to worry about more torture this time; she gave us the information we wanted just before she passed out. Besides, I'm likely to get my own form of torture when the Captain finds out how far things went. You know how he is."

With that, the two stormtroopers picked up Ryshana and headed out of the medbay. "Well, that's the last of the new prisoners. So take it easy, ehh?" he said as he turned around and followed the troopers.

Going down another series of hallways, Ryshana was struggling to stay awake. Earlier, she had become fully awake just briefly in the shower. Without the collar on, she had been able to use the Force to awaken herself and actually get her bearings straight, even if she had been extremely groggy from the sedative. Letting herself drift back out, she now found herself looking up at the ceiling as she tried to wake up from the sedative.

Finally, though, she was set down on a cart in a room. "Ahh, Colonel Mathyhuse, I see that you've brought me another specimen to work on. Its definitely been a while," a man stated somewhere in the room.

"Yeah, well, stow the thanks, Twerna. If I had it my way, we'd still be trying to get some info on her," the Colonel replied.

"Yes, I know. You always seem to have a knack for abusing my specimens enough that I have to wait at least a week before I can start on them," the man named Twerna replied.

"Stow it, Twerna. That's your problem, so deal with it. Now, would you hurry up with those 'prints?"

"Yes, yes," he replied as Ryshana could here the sound of datapads being sorted out. "And there you are Colonel. Now, was there anything else that you needed?"

"Absolutely not. Now get the prisoner out of my sight," the Colonel replied sharply.

Just as Ryshana thought that she was about to go, a man stood over her. With the sedative still working, she couldn't really make out any features on the man's face. "Well, it looks like the good Doctor did a good job of patching her up. Perhaps we won't have to wait so long this time. Anyways, lets get her into the elevator. We've got a long trip ahead of us," Twerna said to somebody in the room.

As they picked her up on a stretcher this time, Ryshana decided that if it was a long journey, it'd be better off if she was sleeping so the time would pass quicker. Almost as soon as she thought of it, her eyes closed again, and she was out cold.


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Old 02-14-2007, 12:40 AM   #293
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Conn watched as the stormtroopers dragged the Twi'lek Jedi out of the med bay, the colonel in tow. He didn't really trust the Imperial officer's word that the Jedi wasn't going to be tortured again, but he took small solace in the fact that he'd done all he could to alleviate her suffering. He'd lost more than a few Jedi on his operating table, so every one that left his med bay alive was a victory.

Sighing, he went about filling out the paperwork for the Jedi. It was scant, since it was basically just a list of her injuries; the Imperials never provided any substantive information on the Jedi he treated. Finishing it up, he spotted a stray bacta swab on his desk. It was then he remembered putting it aside from when he was treating Beryl's injuries on a hunch. He grabbed it and made his way to his testing equipment.




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The energy field keeping the Crew in the cell deactivated as the imperial officer and several stormtrooperswalked in. The officer looked down at a clipboard in his hand. "Take the corellian girl to interrigation room 23, The pilot to 13, The medic to 5 and the Enginneer to 7." The officer ordered as stormtroopers walked towards their perspective prisoners and binded their hands.

"Hey what about me?" Nic asked feeling a little left out.

"Oh You." The officer replied. "The captain wants to see you."

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The trip to interrogation room 23 was a short one and Jana was quite happy for her 'escorts' being silent. She had a lot on her mind and wasn't sure how she'd react to chatty Stormtroopers. She smirked slightly, wondering if there even was such a thing. An officer was waiting in the room for her and looked up as she entered, trailed by the guards.

"Set her across the table there," the officer instructed, as if the guards had no idea what they were doing. In typical silence, they did as ordered and left the room. As the officer shuffled through a few papers on the table, Jana stared at him, her gaze unwavering. Finally, in annoyance, he looked up.

"Oh, you want to get started then?" he asked. Apparently, the question was rhetorical, as he merely shuffled a few more papers and cleared his throat. Then, the interrogation began.

"What is your name?" he asked. Jana stared at him for another moment longer in silence before answering.

"Gerani Mo."

"And what is your..." the officer began. Abruptly, he paused and frowned. Lifting his eyes from the paperwork before him, he snapped, "Your real name."

A brief look of surprise flashed across Jana's face. "If you know my real name, why ask?"

"I want to hear you say it," he answered. "And once you've settled enough to give me your real name, stare very hard at me again until you realize who I am."

Jana's mouth fell open. "Marcus Hallsey?"

With an 'almost cheerful' wave, Officer Hallsey said, "Hello, Ms. Vincent. Now that you know I know who you are, why don't we be a little more open about the truth, shall we?"

"I never pictured you as an Imperial interrogator," Jana observed. "Though, I guess you were enough of a smartass for it."

"It's a good job," Hallsey answered. "And rather interesting sometimes. Did you know I've been attacked at least ten times in the last month?"

"I bet you loved it," Jana quipped. Hallsey almost smiled.

"Are you going to come at me too?" he wondered. Jana laughed sharply.

"I could kick you from here to Corellia and back in a fair fight," she bragged. Hallsey nodded.

"Indeed you could," he agreed. "But this ain't a fair fight. And we're long past TCTA. I'm an interrogator. You're going to answer my questions."

"Programmed you, did they?" Jana snapped harshly. "Programmed you to see how great and beautiful the Empire is? Programmed you to ignore all the pain and the fear caused by your wonderful leader."

"Those comments alone are reason enough for me to send you to an Imperial prison for the rest of your life," Hallsey snapped. "However, that won't be the way things go. You will answer my questions."

"That depends on the questions you ask," Jana challenged.

"Name!" Hallsey barked.

"Gerani Mo." Hallsey let out an exasperated sigh and Jana smirked. "I'll stick with Gerani 'till I go blue in the face. You may as well ask the next question."

"What is your position aboard the ship... Echo, is it?"

Jana shook her head. "What an odd name for a ship. No, that's not it's name... so far as I've ever heard, it doesn't have one. I'm the chef."

"A chef with a black eye?" Hallsey wondered doubtfully. "What'd you do, ram your head on a hanging pot?"

"I have a horrid temper," Jana answered shortly. "And it was sorta fun taking my anger out on that idiot smuggler we handed over at the prison just before your fool of a captain decided we were suspect for some reason or another!"

"That's a second count against you, Ms. Vincent," Hallsey said. He shook his head. "You are just as stubborn as you were at TCTA."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jana snapped. Hallsey rolled his eyes.

"Your name is Jana Vincent," he said. "Your ship, is the Echo, you are not the chef. You are the first officer. Now that you have a taste of what we know... let's begin. How long have you had the Jedi aboard."

Jana fell silent and would not speak. Hallsey sighed.

"I can make this harder for you, you know," he said. Jana glared at him.

"You would," she muttered. Raising her voice, she said, "So do it. I'm sure you'd just love to see how much torture I can take. And all the while you know I'd die before giving..."

Without warning, Hallsey reached across the table and backhanded Jana's left cheek.

"Before giving me information?" he demanded softly. "I warn you, Jana, the people above me are more than willing to kill you off... especially considering your attachment to your captain."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jana snapped. Hallsey shrugged.

"You will," he said. "Just wait 'till they pit you against the Monster."

"What's that?" Jana scoffed. "Some creature going to eat me?"

"Worse," Hallsey answered. "She'll rip your brain apart and learn everything you know."

With that, he stood and left the interrogation room. Several long minutes went by before the door opened again. Jana glanced over her shoulder, but could see nothing more than a shadowy figure. Slowly, the newcomer crossed the room, finally taking a stand across the table from Jana.

"Hello, Jana Vincent," a rich, eerily familiar voice said, not unkindly. "I am the Monster."

Jana's jaw fell open in disbelief as she stared across the table at none other than Reibe Vailar.

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Nic walked hands binded behind his back down a long metal corridor with two storm troopers either side of him. They were following the imperial officer that had greeted them at the hanger. Soon they arrived at the Captain's office and the officer knocked onit. There was no answer for a few moments and nic looked above the door and noticed a camera focused on his face. The door then slid open and the officer walked in, one of the troopers pushed nic and then they both stood either side of the door after it closed. The room was quite small with a large window at the back, The Captains chair was turned so he Nic couldn't see the captain.

"We've brought the Prisoner as you requested." The officer Informed.

The Captain did not reply and continued to look out of the large window.

"I gotta say i feel inda honoured, Captains don't usually interrorgatePrissoners themselves." Nic replied with more than a hint of Arrogance.

Secconds past with out a reply when the Captain Let out a destinctively short laugh. Nic's heart skipped a beat at what he heard as the arrogance was replaced with shock.

"Well i like to make Exceptions for people i know." The Captain began to speak. Nic's jaw dropped and eyes widened as his suspicions from the laugh were almost confirmed. The chair swirled around so the captain was now face to face with Nic. "Hello Simon!"
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"Hello Mr.Goren," said Jack's interrogator as he entered the room a neatly put his coat on the opposite chair from Jack's own chair across the table.

"Morining," Jack replied "By the way nice coat. It suit's you."

"Shut up," the interrogator replied. "Tell me about the Echo."

"It's a spaceship, has the good gun or two, for protection reasons of corse. Not much else I can say, I've only been working on it for two or three months you see." Jack replied.

"Then what's your impressions on the crew?" The man asked, his questions had Jack wondering why he was being interrogated at all.

"They're allright, got plenty of character though," Jack replied "Have to worry about that Beryl though, found a few holodisks in her room. A few naughty holodisks. A girl on girl one was included. Kinda makes me wonder. And I've noticed that Cloud is becoming... how would I put it? Interested in her. Not surprised though, she is rather attracted but a little young for my type. Ohh, imagine the look on his face if he saw... maybe he'll find that a turn-on, it's does turn some people on accutally.. how about you?"

The man ignored the question and moved onto another one of his "What happened on the Rhea?"

"Rhea? Why'd you ask?" Jack wasn't answered, he just recived a dark glare from the interrogator "Well we went on the Rhea, we looked around and then your guys showed up. We escaped."

"There's something your not telling me Mr.Goren. And I'm going to get the answers. Do you know what I'm famous for." The man asked.

"Catering?" Replied Jack, taking a wild stap in the dark.

"No, torture. And do you know what my favorate torture methord is?"

"No wait, you have Hutt Porn!! Please say it's not Hutt Porn... Please, don't show it to me. The last time I caught a glipmse of it I nearly shot myself." Jack joked, hoping he was really begining to annoy this man. However the laughed and shook his head.


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Reibe sat down in the chair just recently vacated by Hallsey, across the table from Jana. She studied the papers for a moment and burst into laughter.

"Gerani Mo?" she giggled. "Oh, my dear, I really ought to introduce you all to my ID expert. Jana still said nothing and finally, Reibe's laughter settled and she examined Jana casually.

"Jana, I should tell you something," she said softly. "I am not here by choice."

"You'd say that aloud in an interrogation cell?" Jana retorted. "I'm sure they're recording every word."

Reibe laughed. "Oh, no they're far to fearful of me for that," she said. "After hearing one of my interrogations, they decided they just didn't want to know what I did to people. Seeing them after the interrogation is more than enough."

"And that's what you'll do to me?" Jana snapped. "Make me... not me?"

"I'll teach you how to look 'not you', as you so artfully put it," Reibe said cheerfully. Sobering a little, she went on, "Jana, I am not here by choice."

"You said that already," Jana reminded her.

"Of course I did," Reibe nodded. "Yes, of course I did. Now are you going to interrupt me again, or do I get to tell the story?"

"Tell away," Jana sighed, still unsure of the other woman's true allegience.

"Imperials are trained to shoot first, ask questions later," Reibe began. "And I didn't have my shields up. Lucky shot, they had, fried my left engine and sent me reeling toward the planet. Tatooine, I think it was." She shuddered at the memory. "Ghastly planet, really. At any rate, there was no explosion, so they figured I'd survived and sent someone down to investigate."

"And you bribed your way out of prison time?" Jana interrupted. Reibe laughed.

"You never were one for patience," she said. "No, there were no bribes. I told them my name, they tried to take me by force, I told them they were free to walk around with me... ect. and so forth. At any rate, finally one of them asked if I wouldn't mind seeing their commanding officer. That happened to be Admiral Tocsa, someone I'm familiar with. He managed to place a call to the Emperor himself."

"And big daddy Palpatine wanted to know where the hell you've been," Jana summarized. Reibe grinned.

"More or less, yes," she agreed. "I told him I'd left him a note that I was hunting Jedi in the Outer Rim and that he must not have gotten it. Reminded him how karked up the mail system is lately." She giggled slightly. "He promised to reorganize it."

"He makes promises to you?" Jana wondered, trying to determine exactly how much of this story she could believe.

"On the rare occasion, yes," Reibe agreed. "So he asked me if I wouldn't mind hanging around with Admiral Tocsa for a while... overseeing interrogation. I did for a while. And then..." She paused. "Did you want anything to drink? Corellian Ale perhaps?"

"And then what?" Jana insisted. Reibe shook her head.

"And then, I got a call from Vader," she answered. "Turns out Admiral Tocsa was a traitor to the Empire... spreading falsehoods and feeding information to pirate groups. I killed him and promoted Jonas Petraelias to his position. So far as I know, Petraelias is still commanding that fleet. But my usefulness there was at an end, since I'd turned the entire fleet into frightened babies when I killed their Admiral." She smirked.

"So you got transferred here," Jana filled in the blank. Reibe frowned.

"Jana, I was not transferred," she corrected. "I am never transferred. I move about as I desire, on the occasion agreeing to a polite request given by either Wrinkle-Face or his asthmatic giant lackey."

"Wonder what Vader would think of being called that," Jana giggled. Reibe laughed.

"You should hear what both of them had to say upon hearing their nicknames," she exclaimed. "Palps was all like, 'Eh... mind not calling me that?' and Vader was just doing his heavy breathing thing... trying to be intimidating, I imagine."

"And yet a five foot nothing freak of nature is just that hard to intimidate," Jana teased.

"Freak of nature?" Reibe echoed. She nodded. "Suppose I am. Well at any rate, I agreed to come over here... the captain's name is Kriss Raikeeli. Nice enough fellow, I suppose. A little cold, but what else can you expect from an Imp, eh? So here I am. Funny how we keep running into each other, huh? You'd think after thirty years we'd drift apart."

"Maybe you can explain that," Jana suggested. Reibe raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds like maybe you have a few ideas of your own," she observed. "However, we're not ready for that yet... I really do need to interrogate you."

"So you're just another..." Jana began, but Reibe's eyes blazed.

"Don't you dare accuse me of being like that filth!" she hissed. "The only reason I'm still here is because I've had no decent opening for escape." She collapsed backward into her chair and groaned. "Jana, do you have any idea how hard it is? To be in the same place, day in and day out, every day hating what you do, but having no escape?"

"I'm still unsure of you or I'd suggest you help us escape and leave with us," Jana muttered. Reibe smiled.

"It's a kind offer, but it would blow my cover," she said. "Now, interrogation. Don't worry, you won't feel a thing."

Jana flinched ever so slightly as Reibe reached out and gently gripped her head, one hand on either side...
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Peering intently into his microscope's eyepiece, Conn adjusted the slide with the sample of blood he'd taken from the bacta swab he'd used on Beryl. Carefully isolating the bacta and alazhi molecules with microscopic controls, he studied the blood composition carefully. Fairly standard, he thought to himself. Mostly erythrocytes, a healthy number of leukocytes, probably how she manages to keep herself alive through all the crazy stuff she puts herself through. He frowned and looked even closer, trying to find something he wasn't really sure was even there when a beep went off next to him.

He raised his head from the microscope and looked at the centrifuge sitting a few feet away from it to his right. He picked out a tube and swirled its contents, watching the dark fluid move and separate. Moving to another set of instruments, he placed the tube into a receptacle in a console and pressed a series of keys. The machine whirred for a few moments, then began producing information on the screen built into the console. Conn read the data as it was splashed onto the display, his eyes growing progressively wider. No way, this can't be...




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Nic stood in the office facing the one man he never wanted to come across again, the person he had been running from for all the years. Nothing had been said since the Captain had said Nic's old name, the name his father had gave him but he had to change all those years ago.

"No wise crack Simon." The Captain finally spoke. "Commander was he armed?"

"Aye Sir!" The officer replied placing Nic's pistol and Ryshanna's Lightsabre on to his desk.

"Well." The Captain said looking at the lightsabre. "This is interesting, but something is still missing, isn't Simon?"

Nic Remained Silent looking distressed at the Captain.

"Commander if you'll be so kind to check his right boot, there should be a concealed pocket." The Imperial officer bent down to Nic's side and reached into the boot and pulled out his Knife. "Ahhh Simon, i still know you, You haven't changed that much."

"I wish I could say the same Kriss. Mum and Dad must be turning in their Graves. Joining the Imps." Nic replied.

"Well my brother Speaks!"

"I thought dead to you." Nic said. "I remember you saying you never wanted to see me again."

"I was... hasty." Kriss replied his expression changing to one of anger. "I want Revenge Simon, And i always get what I want... Commander This prisoner is now a level one priority, ensure his interrogation suits that."

"But Captain, Reibe says she wishes to interrogate the first officer." The commander informed.

Nics mind was suddenly switched on hearing the name the commander said. 'what is she doing here?' he thought.

"Then Begin it yourself and have Reibe brought to me immediately." He Ordered.

The officer then grabbed Nic by the clothes and pulled him out of the room.
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Oliver sat on a chair in the Interrogation room all alone, this was a standard imperial technique, leave a suspect to sweat and let their own minds come up with the worse thing that could happen.

He had been their for a full twenty minuets when the Interrogator walked in alone and without saying a word sat down.

"May i first say it's an honour to meet you." The Interrogator began. "It's not everyday i meet one of the men responsible for the Dark Trooper."

"That was a long time ago." Oliver replied looking at the table without emotion.

"Indeed." The Officer concurred. "Once the most Promising Imperial Scientist to a drunk flying with mercenaries and scum."

"Well, We are the life we choose."

"Hmmm... But you didn't choose this life, you lost it for refusing to kill a Rebel."

"She was a teenager." Oliver said with a hint of anger.

"Yes. That's why the Captain is willing to give you that life back, if you want it..."
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((Guess I'll do Cloud's interrogation too...))

After what seemed like an hour of waiting, a young Imperial entered the room. Cloud looked up at him, but said nothing.

"Hey, I'm a little new at this interrogation stuff," the man said, his voice shaking slightly. "So... um... what's your name?"

"Cloud."

"Heya, Cloud," the man said, his hands beginning to shake. "I'm Kal... no wait... you're not supposed to care."

"No, that's alright," Cloud offered encouragingly. "Let's get to know one another. What's your name?"

"Kalron Vash," the man answered. "So, um... you're on a ship called the Echo, huh? What's that like?"

"Nice enough ship, I suppose," Cloud answered. "It's a little... well, more than a little banged up. Hyperdrive is decent, but everything else is pretty much trashed. Drives me nuts... I'm the engineer, by the way. Drives me nuts to see something that could be so good in such poor condition."

"So," Kalron Vash said, "What do you think of the crew?"

"You're reading these questions off a list!" Cloud observed, grinning. "Come on, Kal... you don't mind if I call you Kal, do you? You've gotta be more creative than that."

"Well, how do I, then?" Vash demanded, exasperated. Cloud grinned, and for the next hour, he gave Kalron Vash lessons in the 'art of interrogation'.

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"There," Reibe said pleasantly, removing her hands from Jana's head. "Now, I know everything you know."

"Doesn't that fall under the category of information overload?" Jana wondered. Reibe laughed.

"Perhaps for you," she conceded, "but I'm a freak of nature, remember?"

At that moment, a tone sounded, indicating that someone wanted into the room. Reibe's eyes went wide. "Oh dear... quick, Jana. Drop your head to the table and start whimpering... oh, and shaking too."

"But I..." Jana began. Reibe glared.

"Just do it!" she hissed. Jana obeyed and Reibe rose to open the door.

"I'm sorry to intrude, Lady Vailar," the man on the other side said cautiously. "But Captain Raikeeli wants to have a word with you."

"Several words, I imagine," Reibe said shortly, her voice gone cold. From where she sat, quaking and whimpering, Jana thought to herself that this must be the Reibe everyone else in the galaxy was familiar with. The officer facing Reibe glanced over her head, saw Jana, and shuddered.

"You're finished with her, then?" he asked. Reibe nodded.

"Quite so," she agreed. "Call the guards to take her back to the cell. I guess it's time for Raikeeli to have his words..."

She strode off down the corridor toward the captain's office.
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“Are we there yet?” Beryl asked her guards as they descended down in the elevator for what seemed like a full minute. She had been pretending to be coming out of her ‘anaesthesia’ that Conn supposedly given her, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to make a sarcastic comment.

“Shut up,” was their reply in unison, and then she received a yank on her arm from what she perceived as the younger of the two, but as she was still looking down at the ground, neither of them noticed the smirk on Beryl’s face.

Finally, the elevator stopped and the door opened into what looked like another processing station manned by two Stormtroopers and one guard wearing a gray uniform--an officer, Beryl guessed.

“Hey, didn’t we do ‘processing’ already?” Beryl complained, no longer caring if she appeared less groggy than expected.

“Shut. Up,” the more senior guard said to her. He held out an ident chip to the officer, who scanned it into a computer, and then scanned her arm where she had received her implanted ID chip at the other processing station.

“21790,” he addressed her as he approached her, holding a binder key in his hand. “You will proceed through to the lift and then to cell 8142.”

Beryl cocked an eyebrow. “By myself?” she asked. “Without…,” she looked at her two escorts in turn, “my babysitters?”

The guard paused, then grinned, then unlocked her binders. “I don’t get paid enough to be an escort to where you’re going,” he said snidely. He pressed a button on a nearby console and the door to her right slid open to reveal another elevator, only this one was more like a metal-barred cage. He nodded at her to step into it.

Beryl looked around. With four stormtroopers, an officer, and several cameras placed all around the room, there was really no point in arguing or resisting. Slowly, she stepped forward into the cage.

The door abruptly shut behind her, and then the cage lurched before being slowly lowered into…

“Oh, you have got to be kidding,” Beryl said out loud to herself, as she was lowered into what could only be called a dim, sweaty, pit of despair. Catcalls echoed through the caverns as she descended among her fellow prisoners—a scruffy-looking collection of desperate looking men, women, and aliens. Finally, the cage stopped at what Beryl determined could be a half-way point.

“Step out and proceed to cell 8142,” a voice instructed over the loudspeaker at the top of the cage.

Beryl looked warily around, taking a moment to have her eyes adjust to the light before stepping out. There were two prisoners wearing red armbands to standing in front of her—some sort of overseers here to greet the newbie, Beryl reckoned. The one with the large scar across his face beckoned her forward and she obediently stepped out of the cage.

“Name’s Time,” the man said to her, as the cage door shut and began its ascent. Time then pointed to his armband. “This means that I’m a Trustee. And it means that you can’t do anything or go anyplace without my permission. Got it?”

Beryl eyed him and his ‘colleague’ over. Neither one of them had any visible weapons, but she sensed that they were a bit too confident not to have any. And even if she didn’t feel either one of them were trustworthy, now was not the time to start up a fight. Better to see how things were organised in this cesspit first, she thought.

She nodded compliantly, and was perfectly content to just go with them wherever they were going to lead her, but when the second Trustee came up behind her and tried to touch her, she reacted quickly, grabbing his arm in a hold and twisting it back behind him. “Hands off!” she hissed, and then just as quickly as she had pinned him, she let him go. “I don’t care if you’re the kriffin’ Emperor’s personal guard,” she said to him, giving him stare that would freeze lava. “No one touches me without my permission. Got it?”

Beryl eyed each of the Trustee’s in turn, and then stared at the one who called himself ‘Time’. “Well?” she said. “Are you going to show me where cell 8142 is or not?”

Time laughed. “Ah, you’re one of those politicals, aren’t you?”

“A what?”

“A political prisoner. One of those ‘Rebels’ the Empire is always on about.”

“No, I’m a smuggler and blockade runner, actually.”

“Same difference,” Time said dismissively. He let out an amused snort. “This way.”


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Ryshana slowly started to wake up. Rubbing her face with her hands, Ryshana tried to concentrate to get the grogginess out of her head, but nothing happened. A bit alarmed, Ryshana snapped awake. Trying to use the Force in any way possible, Ryshana breathed in deeply to relax. It would only make sense for a Jedi Facility to use some method to "shut off" the Force from the prisoners. That's when she noticed something: she wasn't under any restraints. Trying to sit up, she winced in pain from a general soreness across her body.

That's when she remembered the collar that she had been fitted with earlier. Reaching around her neck, Ryshana felt nothing more than her own skin until she brushed against something metallic at the very back of her neck. Feeling around it, she felt a metallic shaft extending outwards from the base of her neck into some sort of a wire. A bit shocked to feel such a device surgically plugged into her, Ryshana decided that the best thing for her to do would be to lay back down.

That's when she finally started to study the room. It was fairly well lit, and it seemed to have quite a sterile feel to it. Everything was a white color, and the room radiated brightly. Looking over to her right, she caught sight of a computer monitor. After studying it briefly, she realized that it was monitoring her life signs. Somewhat curious, she studied it closer and caught sight of most of the major indicators. Then she noticed several unusual indicators with one labeled as "FSN" and the other labeled "Control Level".

"Ahh, you're awake. Good," a voice suddenly stated over an intercom. A bit startled initially, Ryshana instinctively looked around the room for the source of the voice. "You can get up and move about if you wish. Just be careful of the monitor wire that's hooked up to the back of your head. A doctor will be with you shortly."

Somewhat relieved that she could actually move about, Ryshana slowly and carefully got up while doing her best to not yank on the wire. Finally sitting up, she rotated around so that she was on the edge of the bed. She was dressed in nothing but a basic white hospital gown, but it covered the necessary parts adequately.

Then, a door opened just opposite of her, and three men stepped into the room. The first man was wearing a nametag that read, "Robinson Twerna, MD". Studying him for the first time, Ryshana noticed that he was somewhat tall, and he had a built frame. "Miss Ryshana its good to see that your awake. My name is Doctor Twerna," the first man stated as he held out his hand for Ryshana to shake.

Looking at him curiously for a moment, Ryshana then took his hand and shook it. "Good, now that we're on friendly terms, I'd like to perform a quick checkup on you to see how Doc Conn did on you," Twerna stated as he started to look her over.

"Wait, so if you guys tortured me however long ago, why are you suddenly concerned with my health?" Ryshana asked.

"Oh, that had nothing to do with me. Honest. If I had it my way, that Colonel ought to be hooked by his toes and hung from the rafters in the Prisoner Commons," he replied as he moved away part of the gown to get a look at her bandages.

Puzzled, she then asked, "Is it because your a medical doctor, an idealist, or you're just trying to get on my good side?"

As he resecured the bandages, he replied, "Actually, its a combination of all three. You see, I *am* a doctor, but I'm also a firm believer in keeping the patient as comfortable as possible. I guess the last part makes me sort of an idealist, but that only goes so far seeing that nobody would go to a Doctor if things were truly "ideal"."

Moving around the table, he checked the device that was plugged into her head. "Hang on for just a second as this might hurt just a bit," he said. Then, a sudden empty feeling came over her head for just a moment. Shaking her head, Ryshana felt normal again. "Okay, that's done. Do you feel queasy or anything?" he asked.

"I did for a moment, but I'm fine now," Ryshana responded.

"Good. Okay, let me explain what's going on. You are now under my care and supervision. This isn't what I would call a prison, but to you, it might as well be since you can't come and go just anywhere at anytime. This facility is privately owned, but you are still under Imperial jurisdiction. As such, if you cause any problems, you will be dealt with first by my security forces and then turned over to the Imperials, but I don't think you'll have much trouble following the rules.

The rules are as follows: be at your scheduled appointments on time and don't cause problems with the other patients. Otherwise, you're pretty much free to go anywhere in this facility that isn't labeled "Authorized Personnel Only", and that includes a cafeteria, the rec rooom, the living area, and the hobby room. If you have questions about the various rooms, just find a nurse, and they'll direct you as best they can. Any questions?"

After thinking for just a moment, Ryshana wondered exactly what kind of a "prison" this place was. This place sounded a lot more like a real hospital than anything. However, there was this one nagging question...

"Why can't I feel the Force in this place. I feel like I'm just completely shut off," Ryshana stated.

Without missing a beat, Twerna replied, "That's due to the ysalimiri placed in every individual room. For the things that we do at this hospital, we need to control whether or not a person has access to the Force or not. For now, you won't be allowed that "luxury" until you can prove your loyalty."

"My loyalty?? My loyalty to whom??" Ryshana asked.

"Well, its not your loyalty to the Empire; I can assure you that much. I didn't like the agreement that I had to set up, but it works. You see, I've always been a Jedi sympathizer, and this facility is my way of trying to make it as comfortable as possible for those that had at one time performed a great service to the galaxy. The loyalty that I'm watching for is no more than your loyalty to myself and the rest of the staff here, and believe me when I tell you that your loyalty to me will be much easier for the taking than the Empire," Twerna replied.

"Believe me, it will be much easier," he stated as he gave her a smile. Looking over at him, Ryshana finally felt for the first time that someone was truly being honest to her.


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"No, you can't be a wimp," Cloud objected. "Kal, you have to remember, you are in charge here. The prisoners are in binders, tied down to the chair they sit in. You have freedom to move. Now stop being a wimp and hit me!"

Kalron Vash made a move to smack Cloud's cheek, but it was so weak that Cloud didn't even flinch. He scoffed.

"You call that a hit?" he demanded. Raising his voice, he screamed, "Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me!"

All the while, the young Imperial was trying to say, "I can't!" but all he managed was, "I... I... I..." Finally, a flicker of annoyance crossed his face and he backhanded Cloud's left cheek. Falling into silence, Cloud leaned back in his chair, a little surprised the boy across from him had actually followed through.

"Did I... did I hurt you?" Vash wondered hesitantly. Cloud glared at him.

"You're not supposed to care!" he screamed. Settling a little, he shook his head. "I'm a prisoner. You do whatever it takes to get information out of me... and you don't care for my well being. That is an Imperial interrogator." He snorted. "I'm surprised they wanted you to do interrogations."

Vash puffed up indignantly. "I passed the tests!"

"The tests are karked," Cloud retorted. "All screwed up so anyone can beat them. It's in a little room like this where you really prove you can do it. So prove it!"

"But what about you?" Vash wondered.

"Forget me as a person!" Cloud exclaimed. "To you, I am an animal. Nothing more than a beast, restrained so I don't rip you to pieces. I have information you want. Treat me like the beast I am to get that information from me."

Without warning, Vash rose, circled the desk, and kicked Cloud's chair over. Cloud grunted. Then, he grinned.

"That's more like it," he approved. "Now ask me questions."

"Name!" Vash barked.

"If you have my crew, you know my name," Cloud snapped back. At that moment, Cloud knew his training of Vash was complete... and Vash was not at all the sort of man Cloud expected to be hiding behind the timidity he first displayed. With a roar of irritation, he physically lifted Cloud and his chair and hurled him against the wall. The chair shattered and Cloud fell to the ground.

"Stop playing games with me!" Vash roared. "Name!"

"Cloud."

Seeming satisfied, Vash returned to his chair. "You are an engineer."

"Yup."

Again, Vash nodded. "Tell me about your crew."

"I don't know them, really," Cloud mumbled. "I'm just the engineer/mechanic. They break something, I fix it. We don't talk much. I ask the first officer for new parts. She talks to the captain. It's the only way I get what I need."

"Captain won't talk to you, then?" Vash wondered. Cloud scowled.

"Not really, no," he agreed. After a few more questions and one more physical outburst, Vash grinned at Cloud.

"Thanks for the training," he said. "We're done. Now, you'll be taken back to your cell." He shuddered faintly. "Oh, and sorry for what was done to your first officer. I'm afraid she'll never recover."

Cloud tensed. "What did they do to her?"

"It's nothing we ordinarily do," Vash explained apologetically. "But... well, we have this interrogator/captain's adviser aboard. Sent straight from the Emperor, we've been told. But she's got some pretty frightening methods. We... well, we turn off all recording devices while she's interrogating. The result is always the same... they come out of the room, looking like they've just lived through their worst nightmare... and they never talk sense again."

With that explanation, he hurried out of the room. Seconds later, guards came to take Cloud back to the cell. There, he found Jana in a corner, shaking and whining, her eyes vacant.

"Jana!" he exclaimed, rushing over to her the second his hands were unbound. "Oh, Force! Jana, what did they do to you?"

Without warning, Jana lurched forward, springing to her feet and spinning Cloud around, slamming him against the wall. With her face away from the camera now, her eyes focused on him and she winked. I'm alright, she mouthed. It's an act. Throw me off you.

With a sorrowful expression, Cloud did as she'd ordered and she went flying back, connecting first with the containment shield and bouncing off that to the ground. Then, she scrambled back to the corner and began quaking and whimpering once more.
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When Reibe reached Captain Raikellii's office, she didn't bother with knocking; she never bothered with knocking. As usual, she simply entered the office and sat down across the desk from Raikellii and said, "I hear you wanted to see me."

Captain Raikellii was sat at his desk looking at a Small handheld holo-Vid, it was of a young women wearing an elegant dress of noble from Naboo. On noticing The entrance of Reibe he flicked his eyes up and switched off the vid.

“Yes, we have a level one priority Prisoner on board, I wish for you to use your unique brand of torture on him.” The captain requested.

Reibe arched a single eyebrow. "Level one, eh?" She sounded incredibly disinterested. "Joy of joys. What'd he do?"

“It's Not necessary for you too know that, you don't have to ask questions, just hurt him!" Kriss Replied with a sinister tone in his voice.

Reibe laughed. "Ah!" she exclaimed. "So you've found him, have you? Your best brother, Simon..."

Kriss frowned at the Imperial’s VIP he knew she had abilities beyond that of normal sentient but he was never told what they actually were. “And how would you that?”

Reibe smirked. "You'd love to know, wouldn't you." She shook her head. "Sure, I'll take a crack at him. I'll also want a little further time with his first officer."

“And how will hat help, She is nothing more than a shell you made her?” Kriss asked

Reibe chuckled. "Let me let you in on a little secret," she said. "I've met this crew before. I helped them escape Vader once. If I want them to act a certain way, they will." She shook her head. "Jana's mind is fully intact. I want to have a chat with her... relive old times and whatnot. I was her caretaker once upon a time... and instructed her at the TCTA, too."

She noticed Raikeeli's puzzled

look and grinned. "Yet another mystery about me you'll never understand."

“Well, If that’s the case, I will allow it.” Raikellii responded. “Make sure you keep Simons brain intact I have something special for him.”

Reibe smirked. "Oh, that sounds naughty," she said. "He'll be fully intact. And he'll have suffered. Don't you worry about that."

"Hmmm, Make sure he does." Kriss smirked. "That is all."

Reibe nodded and rose to go. "A pleasure as always, Kriss." She was one of the few aboard who dared to call him by his first name. The door slid shut behind her, leaving the Captain alone to view the holo-vid.
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Nics hands were shackled to the metal wall of Interrogation room 1, all the clothes on the top half of his body had been removed. The officer stood in front of him holding a modified stun baton in his hand, Instead of stunning the target it would release a shock of energy that would cause extream amounts of pain.

“What is your name?” The officer asked.

“Darth Vader.” Nic replied out of breath. “and I order you to release me.”

The Officer started to laugh for a few seconds and then jammed the baton into Nic’s gut, Nic screamed out as the officer pushed the Stun baton for a further few seconds.

“How many more times must I do before you give this up.” The officer asked calmly.

“I don’t know how to give up.” Nic replied again still out of breath only to have the Baton stabbed against his chest again. His screams could be heard all over the Detention level.
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After another second with the stun baton, the officer laughed and switched the device off. "You think you can handle torture," he scoffed. "Wait 'till the Monster comes for you. I hear she's on her way..."

Nic coughed and began to laugh. "Oh, big bad Imperial can't handle this so he's getting a woman to do his dirty work."

The officer expression changed and he swung the deactivated stun baton around to hit him on the side of his face. Nic spit out some blood and looked back at the Imperial. "Hit a nerve did I?" Nic grinned.

The officer raised the baton to strike Nic once more, but as he swung his arm back, the device slipped from his grasp, flying backward to land in Reibe's hand. "Now, now," she scolded. "We don't want him too physically beat up before I get to him, now do we?"

The officer paled. "I apologize Lady Vailar," he stammered quickly. She nodded.

"Off you go," she ordered and the officer hurried out. Reibe turned to Nic and smiled cheerfully. "Nice to see you again."

So killing me wasn't good enough." Nic grinned looking at Reibe while nodding his head down to his lightsabre scar. "Now you're going to torture me."

Reibe laughed and shook her head. "Not really," she answered. "The people who torture their prisoners are only those that are so weak they can't get information any other way."

Her smile was almost reassuring in an odd way. "Kriss wants me to hurt you. I just want to know what's gone through your mind since we last met. And I always get what I want around here..."

It doesn't surprise me," Nic laughed "Hell, i deserve it."

Reibe frowned sternly. "Both you and your brother think you deserve to die and go to all the hells of every system, species, and religion of the galaxy," she observed. "I hold a different opinion. Simon, you made a mistake... genuine human error. What happened was your fault, it's true, but to forever be killing yourself over it is counterproductive."

"And what do you know!" Nic shouted angry. "I kept my end of the bargain, I kept my eye on Jana for all these years for you, and I still have not gained what you promised me."

"Every single day I remember it, every single day I am tortured by the memory... I deserve anything the Empire can throw at me... but in protecting Jana I've not taken my punishment."

"I never promised your memories would erase themselves," Reibe said calmly. "I never told you that you would eventually be satisfied to forget what happened. I promised you retribution, something 'good', if you will, that you could do. Perhaps, you could have made peace with yourself. But you refuse to make peace with yourself, despite how well you've cared for Jana. You refuse to let the past be what it is. Simon, you are living in the past, but the past has left without you. That is why you cannot find your desired 'peace'. You won't let yourself."

"Simon's dead," Nic replied looking down. "C'mon, do your worst. They'll get worried if I don't start screaming."

"They don't care what kind of sounds come out of the rooms I enter," Reibe said dismissively. "And as many times as you want to say Simon is dead, you still live with his actions, Nic. In other words, Simon is not dead until you let his actions live in the past, where they happened."

"If I wanted a shrink I would have booked myself into a psych ward," Nic said. "What do you want, Reibe?"

"Normally, they'd just let me turn you into a human shell," she answered. "However, I have no intention of doing that. And unfortunately for you, it sounds as if Kriss has something else planned for you as well. Hold still, this will just take a moment."

She reached out to place her hands on either side of Nic's head, just as she had done with Jana. Nic pulled back as Reibe's hands got closer to his face until his head hit the wall behind it. "What are you doing?"

"It's one phase of my typical interrogation procedure," Reibe answered patiently, withdrawing her hands for a moment. "There's no better way to extract information than from the place it exists. You'll hardly feel a thing... just a mild headache."

"We both know Kriss doesn't care what's in my head." Nic informed. "He just wants you to hurt me."

"You'd be surprised of often Kriss doesn't get his way where I'm involved," Reibe said. "And if you don't sit forward and let me take your memory like a good little boy, I will hold you forward... that would hurt a little more than just the mild headache... a good deal more, actually."

"I ain't letting you in my head, so give it up." Nic replied. "You want to know something, you ask."

"That's how normal people do things," Reibe commented dryly. "Given the fact that I killed you once, you should have figured out by now that I'm hardly normal."

Without warning and against his will, Nic's arms spread away from his body and he felt himself lifted off the ground by some invisible force. "Kriss wanted you in pain," Reibe murmured. "Well, here's some pain."

Nic's arms and legs began to feel as if they were being stretched beyond their reach. Slowly, it got harder to breathe. Then, he began to rotate forward, his unwilling head landing in Reibe's hands. "Since you are unwilling," she said softly, "this will hurt more than a little. You will have the worst headache within your memory by the time I'm finished."

"You've obviously never downed 5 Trandoshan Vodkas." Nic replied defiantly.

"I've downed twelve in a row and not been even slightly buzzed," Reibe answered. "A curse of my genetics, I'll never know what it feels like to be drunk."

And she slid smoothly into Nic's mind. There, in his consciousness, the battle truly began, for in his mind, both Simon Raikeeli and Nic white stood against her. And both of them had full freedom of movement and any weapons they could imagine in their arsenal. But still, they had no idea who they were dealing with...
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Jack sat on the bench on his prison cell, a different one from his previous cell with the others. His tortured was to be scheled in an hours time, not something Jack wanted to stick around for. He needed a chance to escape, to save the others. He ratteled for an answer but he was drawing blanks. Usually in these situations he had someone on the outside, but not this time. He just hoped the other's were having better luck.

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Beryl was ‘escorted’ by the two Trustees through a maze of cave-like corridors that had primitive metal-barred cells on either side, although they looked to Beryl more like blast holes with dura-steel grates set in them. And some of the ‘grates’ didn’t even have locks installed.

Each cell had two sets of bunk beds set on opposite sides of the cell walls, most had something that looked like it might have been a refresher in the distant past, and some had a couple of footlockers. A few of them were ‘decorated’ with odd bits and pieces—the occasional bedspread, a rug, some holo-pics, and even the rare bit of printed pictures or painted graffiti. All of the cells were occupied to some extent, and most all of them had their doors wide open. Overall, Beryl’s first impression of the ‘cell level’ she was on was one of mildly controlled anarchy.

Every once in a while, the corridor would weave back out to circle the main shaft. From the downward pointing spotlights of the control station high above, Beryl could see glimpses of the upper levels of the prison block, and even some of the cells that had views of the main shaft--‘the condos’ the Trustee named ‘Time’ had called them. The upper cells appeared to be larger, definitely more airy, and although they still appeared to have the standard issue military-style double bunk beds, they also looked like they had working refreshers. It didn’t take Beryl long to figure out that the higher the level, the more luxuries were available.

“Well, here we are,” said Time as he stopped in front of a cell. “8143. Strunk, Nitt,” he addressed the cell’s current residents, “meet your new roommate.”

Beryl peeked around Time’s bulky frame and looked into the cell. Two haggard and dirty men, if you could call them that, were rising from their bunks, leering at Beryl with animal intensity as one scratched and pulled at his unkempt beard, and the other rubbed a grubby finger across yellow, rotting teeth. Without expression, Beryl looked at Time.

“You’re joking, right?”

Time bellowed out a laugh.

Beryl was not amused. “Forgetting for a moment that those two ‘things’ in there are barely human, you can’t ignore the fact that they are, or at least appear to be, males. And the last time I checked, the Empire had pretty strict protocol against fraternization--for employees, officers, and prisoners.”

“Oh, really?” Time said, blatantly sarcastic. “Well, the Imps don’t come down here all that often to give us any ‘protocol’ guidelines,” he told her. “But, there are always other ‘options’ to improve your living quarters.”

Beryl glanced over at the two idiots that were now drooling in the doorway to their abode. “What sort of ‘options?’”


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"Owi, dirtbags, throw the new gal in 'ere. The bunk above me is free. I'm sure tweedle dee and tweedle dump wouldn't mind..." Came a rough female voice from a couple of cell on the right of Beryl "Also if you do get an Imperial inspection, there'd be one less charges to your execution."

"What's the surposed to mean!?" Asked the Time

"Well Debb didn't pregnant on her own ,T," The women accused "And I'm sure she didn't jump out of the airlock by herself either."

"Shut up or you'll be next," Said one of the officers.


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Beryl raised a single eyebrow at Time. "You throw pregnant women out airlocks?"

Time snapped his head in her direction and glared at her. "Sam don't know nothin' about nothin', understand?!" he said, heatedly pointing his thick finger in Beryl's face. "She's crazy!"

Beryl cast a quick glance at the two drooling idiots in Cell 8142. "And they're not?"

Time's angry scowl morphed into a confused frown. "Okay, I see your point." His scowl returned. "But you see my point, don't you? You go poking your nose into other people's business and things 'happen.' Unpleasant things."

"Hey, I'm a smuggler, not a busibody," Beryl answered cooly. She looked around the bulk of Time and into the cell where the woman called 'Sam' had called from. It still wasn't in any way, shape, or form a place that Beryl would want to stay for any length of time, but it looked semi-habitable. And it had what appeared to be a working refresher--a definite 'plus' in Beryl's book. "So... how crazy is this 'Sam' person?" she asked quietly.

Time responded with a ominiously evil chuckle. "Well, she won't slit your throat in the middle of the night, but beyond that I couldn't say."

Beryl nodded. She didn't have any money, so there wasn't much choice at the moment. As soon as she got her bearings, she'd be able to 'move up in the ranks' so to speak.

"So, how much is it going to cost me to be 'reassigned' to a different cell?" Beryl asked Time.

Time grinned. "Yeah, you'll do just fine here," he muttered to himself. "This time? Nothin'. Just keep your mouth shut."

"My lips are sealed."

Time pushed the two droolers back into their cell. "Sorry, boys. Maybe next time." Then he beckoned for Beryl to proceed to the cell where 'Sam' was waiting in the open doorway.

"You win, Sam," Time said, scowling at her. He looked at Beryl. "But I think 21790 is going to give you a run for your money. She's no pushover."

He and the other Trustee left then, leaving Beryl to settle into her new abode.

"So, you're Sam?" Beryl asked the woman. "I'm Beryl." She pointed to one of the bunks. "Which one is free?"


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"The one in the bottem right," Sam said as she sat down on the bunk opposite her "So what you in here for? Smuggling related I guess."


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"I don't know what I'm in for," Beryl replied to Sam, as she plopped herself down on the bunk. She sighed. "I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and unfortunately was carrying a passenger with an Imperial bounty on her head."

Beryl snorted. It was strange, being here on purpose while everyone around you was here by force. Not under any immediate threat herself now, she was beginning to worry about her friend. She really hoped that Conn had helped Ryshana. Beryl was certain that something horrible had happened to her, and although Beryl sensed that she was still alive, she wondered in what kind of condition her friend was in. She didn't think it would be a pleasant one, and she was probably housed in much worse conditions than the place Beryl was.

She decided that now was a good time to try and reconnect to the Force that she had cut herself off from so abruptly while in the med bay. And, later, when she got a quiet moment alone, she would try to use the Force to sense out her Jedi friend.

"So, why are you here, Sam?" Beryl asked conversationally, as she slowly and cautiously began to extend her feelings outward with the Force. She wanted to see if she could sense any intents to deceive on Sam's part, something that Ryshana had told her that she had a 'natural ability' for, but just needed more focus to control. Beryl didn't want to be conned by anyone, especially someone she was going to be sharing a 'room' with, so now was the perfect time to practice.


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Conn quickly delved into his terminal and erased all traces of his test on Beryl's blood sample. On a whim, he'd run a series of tests on it, just to sate his curiosity. The battery of tests had included a midichlorian sweep and it was the set of results from that particular test that had Conn so surprised and worried. At first he'd thought the computer had glitched somehow, but after running it through several more times and coming up with the same results, Conn was forced to accept it. But how the hell does Beryl have a midichlorian count that rivals that of Jedi? he thought as he keyed in the last few commands. His screen beeped, indicating the purge had finished.

He leaned back and rubbed his eyes as he put two and two together. Beryl and the Twi'lek Jedi had come together on the same bounty hunter ship. It didn't take a genius to figure that she and the Jedi knew each other, given Beryl's Force-Sensitivity. It was far too much of a coincidence. The pain that Conn had felt wash off of Beryl during his treatment of her was probably a result of her connection to the Jedi as the Twi'lek was being tortured by the Imperials. No wonder she didn't want to tell me; she didn't want to run the risk of being discovered. He sighed mightily. There was no helping it now; he'd have to get in contact with her somehow. If the Imperials found out that she was Force Sensitive, there was no telling what they'd do to her. Seeing Beryl had jolted him from his ennui as an Imperial doctor, causing him to remember all the good times that they had had during their tenures at Incom. Her revelation that she'd broken their relationship off because she was afraid that she'd cause his death touched a nerve with him, especially since he'd really cared for her. Now that she was back in his life, there was no way he'd let harm come to her. Every part of his being: the doctor, the friend, the lover would not allow it.

As he got up to pace about to help him think up a plan, the doors to his med bay opened again. Taken slightly aback, Conn watched as another prisoner walked in, escorted by a stormtrooper. "Well Maxx, this is certainly a pleasant surprise," he said, addressing the inmate.

Maxxenandra Coronis, known to those close to her as Maxx, sidled up to Conn, data clipboard in hand. "Pleasure is all mine, Doctor," she replied, her voice melodious. She handed Conn the clipboard. "Need you to sign the prison block checklist. You know the drill."

"Ah, I see. So this visit is really business, not pleasure," he replied, taking the clipboard from her as he sized her up. Maxx was certainly one of the more interesting inmates at the prison facility. A Lorrdian, she was slight of frame, with a comely and expressive appearance. Her graceful movements belied her well-to-do background and her quiet voice contrasted greatly with the rest of the prison populace. Maxx had a temper, however, and it had landed her here. When an Imperial patrol had threatened her family's space outpost, she had taken a Z-95 Headhunter and defended her family tooth and nail, downing 6 TIE Fighters singlehandedly before being subdued. When they had taken her captive, she was offered a choice, to either come with the Imperials or have her family annihilated before her eyes. She had, of course, taken the former option. They had tried to recruit her into the Imperial piloting program, but she would have none of it, telling them to either kill her or set her free. Not willing to acquiesce to a stubborn captive, they'd sent her to the prison facility to serve out her sentence. She'd quickly moved up the ranks to the level of Trustee with her levelheadedness and street smarts. Conn couldn't help but wonder why she was still around, since it was obvious that someone with her skills could easily find a way out.

He signed the clipboard after scanning the manifest briefly. "There you go," he said, handing it back to her. "Don't work too hard, Maxx."

She snorted lightly. "As if." She glanced at the clipboard, then back at Conn. "I hear we got a new prisoner today," she said. "She a handful?"

Conn froze momentarily. Maxx was a good person, but she was still a Trustee and he wasn't quite sure if he could trust her completely. "Yeah, you could say that," he replied evenly. "Bounty hunters were rough to her; had to patch more than a few things up."

"Sure, I hear ya," Maxx replied with a surreptitious glance at her stormtrooper escort who, despite being hidden by a mask, seemed blissfully oblivious to their conversation. "I'll look for her, get her acquainted to our lovely accomodations properly."

Conn breathed a small sigh of relief. "Yeah, do that. Don't want her too roughed up for next week's checkup."

Maxx gave him a crooked grin. "You're way too good to be an Imp, Conn."

He returned the smile. "Could say the same for you." He shooed her away with one hand. "Now go, before your buckethead gets too bored."

The stormtrooper tightened the grip on his blaster rifle, but said nothing. Maxx smirked, then turned and walked to the door, the trooper at her heels. "Later Doc," she said, waving as she exited.




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"Well some Imperial went behind his master's back and did illegal experiments. I was a subject for those experiments, and for that I was thrown in here," It was then Sam got a strang feeling from Beryl "What are you doing?"


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Beryl looked at Sam askance. "What am I doing?" she repeated. "I'm talking to you, that's what I'm doing." Beryl thought, was this one a Force Sensitive like she was? She didn't think so, otherwise why would Sam still be here? Wouldn't she have found a way to escape by now?

"So... an experiment, huh?" Beryl asked, leaning back with her hands tucked behind her neck so she could recline on the bed. "What kind of experiment? What did they do to you?"


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"It's a long story, one of which I don't really know you that well to tell you, let's just say there's more to me than meets the eye," Sam replied with a grin on her face, before leaning back "So you leaving anyone special on the outside?"


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"Special?" Beryl thought a moment. "Depends on what you mean by 'special?'" She closed her eyes. "I mean, I've got my mother, my brothers, a sister-in-law, (although I would hardly consider her 'special' by any means,) two nephews...." She paused, thinking about Nic, Cloud, Jana, Jack and Oliver, and especially, Ryshana, although being as she was a prisoner herself, she really didn't fit the 'outside' criteria of Sam's original query. "Friends," she continued. "So, yeah. I guess you could say I left lots of special people behind on the outside."

Beryl let out a quick sigh. She hadn't sensed any sort of intent to harm from Sam yet, so she let herself relax a little bit and just allowed the Force to flow through her. Now she knew what Ryshana had been trying to teach her about finding the 'calm' of the Force. It was calming to reach out and feel its power surround her like a warm blanket, to feel connected and aware of the living beings around her, to feel like an active part of the living Universe without being overwhelmed by its enormity.

She shifted in the bunk, getting more comfortable. "So, Sam, who runs this joint? And don't tell me the Imps. I mean, who really runs this place? I saw the upper-level 'condos', as Time called them, on my way down here, and they hardly seemed Imperial 'regulation' anything."

Beryl cracked an eye open. "Who do the Trustees really work for?"


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"You know what I mean by special," Replied Sam "Oh yeah, I'm not sure what guy's name is, I think it's Davik something, we just call him the 'Big Cheese'."


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"The Big Cheese?" Beryl abruptly opened her eyes, then snorted with amusement. "Well, suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he's called after a foodstuff, being that he's no doubt one of those 'service industry' types, eh?"

Blackmarket food rations, prostitution, gambling, illegal entertainment..., Beryl thought. Yup... all very desired and profitable services in a hell-hole like this place.

Beryl sat up and looked quizzically at Sam. "Special. So you mean 'special' in the sense of a boyfriend/husband?" She let out a small chuckle and shook her head. "Then the answer is 'no'. No one special on the outside."


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"Accutally we call him the big cheese is because he's fat, oh and be carefull if he ever calls you into his office, there's a chance your going to get a telling off or..." Sam paused, thinking how to phrase her sentance "have of fun game of electric roulette. If he ever does anything other than that to you, tell me. Me and the Big Cheese have an... understanding."


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