A day had gone by since the Major had last decided to check on Htaere,
giving her time to sit alone in her cell and realize that her husband
would not simply push a button and release her. The debris from the
droid had been cleared away and the furniture had been bolted down to
the ground. The door opened revealing the familiar sight of Major Zevrin,
followed by a serving droid. The beautiful woman seemed pleased to be
returning to her task, a satisfied smile on her face as she sat down one
of the chairs. In front of her, the droid laid out a tea service as well
as some delicate treats before it retreated from the room. "Good
morning..." Arden said as her attention locked on the food and tea
rather than her prisoner.
Htaere sat in one of the chairs, with little else to do. Her movement
was stiff on account of her wounds, body racked with pain. Not to
mention she had not eaten since she'd been abducted. She looked run down
and pale, dried blood left here and there. Her tired strained eyes
lifted to the agent dully but she did not answer.
Arden breathed deeply as she poured the hot water into her cup,
beginning the process of diluting the tea that was submerged within it.
"Smells wonderful," she commented as she watched the water slowly brown
in color. "Manellan Jasper I believe..." she said, as if unsure as she
furrowed her brow to examine it more carefully. "You enjoy a cup of tea
... don't you Milady?" she asked as she pulled the tea from the cup and
took a soft sip of the brew. "Hot..." she gasped suddenly as she stood
from the table, moving slowly towards her as she held the cup of tea.
Htaere's eyes narrowed as the woman drew closer, hackles raising.
"You will maintain your distance" she stated flatly, studying the woman
skeptically and shifting in her seat nervously.
Arden smiled down at the young Hapan, her eyes moving towards the
cold, metal slab that served as the 'bed' in the cell. "Woke up on the
wrong side of the slab today?" she asked as she moved even closer
towards the woman. She stopped suddenly and her eyes went wide, her
mouth hanging slightly open. "Oh..." she said slowly, as if realizing
some great mystery. "How rude of me..." she said as she began to turn
away from Htaere. "...I forgot to offer you a cup of tea," she said,
before suddenly turning back towards Htaere, thrusting her arm towards
the woman in a way that the scalding hot tea would fly from her cup
Htaere's battered form cringed, arms involuntarily raising to shield
her face and likewise catching the blistering hot water on her right
arm. "Ow!" she shrieked, clutching at it as the burn got worse as the
air touched it. The grimace was still draining from her face as she
looked back towards the Major. Her drive was weakening substantially.
She did not have the strength for a counter attack, instead, slouching
in her chair, shoulders hunched in agony.
"We're you involved in the plot to kill your husband following your
wedding?" Arden asked as she moved back towards the table. She would be
impressed if she were, as attempting to kill one's husband is something
a woman like Arden could relate to. She plucked up a pastry and took a
soft bite, smacking her lips as she obscenely munched on the food.
"...hungry?" she asked as her hands moved through the rest of the food,
seeing what the droid had brought.
Htaere's eyes settled on the grey dreary surface of the table in
front of her, her thoughts shifting to her husband indeed, as well as
Kerrie and the children, all of them. She felt the sting in her eyes
from the hot salty tears that were forming, doing her best to repress
it. Her head shook slowly. "No."
Arden dusted her hands off, wiping the crumbs from her hands as she
leaned back in the chair and just stared at Htaere for several moments
without uttering a word. "...have you been to the Rebel base within the
Ringali Nebula?" she asked, her tongue slowly sliding from her mouth to
lick the last traces of the pastry from her mouth.
Sullen silvery pools did not lift from the table. In fact, Htaere did
not move at all for a few moments. Again she shook her head slowly. "I
am not a spy."
"Yes. You've said that..." Arden said as she looked to the tea,
wondering if perhaps she should pour herself a cup that she would
actually drink. Suddenly the door opened behind her, another of the
dreadful IT-3 Interrogation droids hovered into the room before the door
shut closed again. Arden looked over her shoulder at the droid and
smiled, looking back to Htaere. "As you can see we have quite a few of
these models..." she commented as she fixed herself a second cup of tea.
"...thankfully you have not succeeded in monopolizing all of the
Admiral's budget to put towards your wardrobe," she added unnecessarily
as she took a sip of the newly brewed tea.
Still Htaere remained motionless. "My family's money far exceeds the
Rodney's. It is my 'own' budget..." her eyes lifted to the major's face,
"...peasant" she added with a snide pitch.
Arden chuckled softly at Htaere's expense as Htaere attempted to
insult her. "Let us see your money buy your way out of this mess," she
commented as she pointed at the Hapan Noble once again. The droid moved
towards her slowly, a syringe visibly protruding from one of the many
probes. As it closed on her, a tiny drop of the liquid within shot from
the tip as it readied its shot. Suddenly it surged forward, attempting
to press the needle into her and depress the plunger to fill her with
Htaere jumped, but again failed to react beyond that. She rubbed her
arm, scowling at the droid before her expression shifted to the agent.
"What have you done to me?", the very makings of concern evident on her
beaten yet still elegant features.
Arden sat quietly as she watched the droid move away from Htaere. She
knew the drug would take some time to effect, the powerful drug would
soon cause the woman to experience horrific sights that existed only in
her mind. An obnoxious slurp escaped the ISB officer's lips as she
finished the cup of tea, content to wait patiently for the woman to fall
victim to the drug.
Htaere gazed back down at the table, settling back in her chair, and
drawing a deep breath. She focused her thoughts inward, unwilling to let
herself break in front of these people. She exhaled, letting the unknown
Arden nonchalantly plucked the datapad from the pouch on her utility
belt, the same datapad she had used the day before. She examined it once
again, sighing softly as her eyes rolled over towards the drugged Hapan.
"Sign the confession and this will all be over..." she explained as she
rose from the chair, and began to move back towards her. Her hands
extended in front of her body, fingers moving like claws as she
attempted to use the drug to terrify the naive woman.
Htaere caught the motion in her peripheral vision, peering at her
before clamping her eyes shut and turning her head away. "I am not
guilty" she forced from gritted teeth, twitching slightly as she felt
Arden motioned with her hand to the transparisteel and suddenly the
lights in the room changed to a shade of dark red that flooded the
entire cell. The sound of ferocious beasts the Empire had collected from
across the galaxy began to play from unseen speakers, one sounding
louder and more bizarre than the others. Arden surged forward with her
foot, kicking it towards the Hapan's legs.
Hands immediately went to cover her ears, pressing tightly against
the sides of her head to drown out the sounds. Her eyelids clamped down
tight, Htaere groaned loud enough to be heard, her decorum starting to
crack. "Stop it! Leave me alone!"
Arden snickered as she looked down at the Hapan's pathetic display.
"If you want me to stop ... sign the confession," she said as she knelt
down beside the Hapan. Again she offered up the datapad, pushing it
towards the young woman. "Just place your thumb to my pad and this will
all be over..." she pleaded with the woman, a deep hunger visible in her
Htaere did not look at her. "I shall not confess to a crime which I
did not commit. I am innocent" she stated again.
"You will confess..." Arden assured her, as she rose back up to her
full height. She stood above the woman, tilting her head to the left as
she stared down at her without any mercy. The light in the room
continued to flicker in shades of red creating quite the psychedelic
experience. The sound of the creatures howling continued to echo through
the small chamber as Arden's attempt to break the woman continued. She
stepped aside, allowing the IT-3 Interrogation droid to move towards her
once again. This time, a blade extended from one of the probes and the
droid plunged down towards her, attempting to cut into the flesh of her
upper right arm.
Htaere did not notice the assault until it had actually occurred,
suddenly feeling the sharp pain of the blade pushing through the
delicate skin on her arm with ease, causing her to recoil, the blade
withdrawing as she jumped away from it. Her hand immediately clamped
over he wound, the blood occasionally surfacing between her fingers as
her expression flashed towards the droid, then the major, tears brimming
over her lower eyelids. She staggered to her feet, retreating from the
hideous woman and her awful droid. She backed towards the wall, until
she leaned against it, watching them with wide terror-filled eyes.
"Take some time to consider your position, whore..." Arden said as
she tossed the datapad with the confession over towards the woman. "Sign
it!" she commanded angrily as she turned on her feet and began exiting
the room. The droid slowly followed her like a loyal pet and the
metallic door closed behind them, sealing the Hapan inside with the
creature sounds still booming. As she walked into the surveillance room
she let out a tired sigh, and watched through the transparisteel. This
was taking longer than she had hoped. Perhaps another day would lessen
Htaere let the datapad bounce off of her and clamor to the floor,
making no effort to pick it up. With the major gone, her chin dropped to
her chest, her knees bending and back sliding down the wall until she
sat against it with her legs pulled close to her. In relative privacy,
given she couldn't actually see them laughing at her, Htaere broke out
into a heart broken sob, the effects of her various wounds, starvation,
dehydration and lack of sleep compounding together in a living hell so
miserable and lonely, her faith in justice coming to light starting to
wane, believing solidly that Claudius would appear at any moment to help
straighten this out and save her. Her vision was starting to contort,
the inanimate objects in the room shifting into grossly elongated
shapes. The sounds of all the strange animals howling at her over the PA
and the flickering red shades seemed to be closing in on her, and her
crying escalated to full fledged caterwaul, wailing inconsolably at the
inevitable defeat she was succumbing to. In desperate efforts to escape,
she leaned forward to her hands and knees, crawling underneath the metal
sleeping pallet and curling up in a ball on her side to cry herself to
whatever sleep the goddesses saw fit to afford her.
The Star Destroyer Warspite arrived in the Essesia system, the
large terrestrial world clearly visible through the series of viewports
on the Star Destroyer's distinct bridge. Orbiting the planet the shape
of a Victory I-class Star Destroyer could clearly be seen and the
Admiral's attention moved quickly towards Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca.
"Lieutenant, get me a report..." he said eagerly as he leaned down to
watch the movements of the Chiss tactical officer.
Lieutenant Meham'ohorovi'cloca nodded to the Admiral as she held the
comlink to her ear in order to carefully gather each word. She nodded
her head as she received the transmission, her red eyes rolling up
slowly to look at the Admiral. "Milord, your children have been
transferred aboard the Star Destroyer," she explained quickly as the
rest of the transmission came in. "Stormtrooper command reports Major
Kiley was shot repeatedly and is currently receiving emergency
treatment. The damage to the estate was minor. There is no evidence as
to who perpetrated the assault. Your children claim they were sealed in
their rooms and did not observe anything. There is no trace of the Lady
Htaere..." she concluded, the static-laced voice through the comlink
Admiral Rodney turned his attention to Captain Anson after hearing
the Lieutenant's report. "Captain. Prepare my shuttle and inform Doctor
Tohan to meet me on the flight deck," he ordered as he briskly stepped
from the bridge and entered the turbolift. The entire ride on the
turbolift was spent in silence, the old man fearing the worst. He could
not understand why the Imperial security had been unable to protect his
beloved wife and he suspected the Imperial spy was playing some role in
it. He was tired and desperately needed rest, he had not eaten either
and the strain of the situation was becoming unbearable.
Doctor Pilaq Tohan slowly made his way from the turbolift, carrying a
large satchel filled with medical supplies. He had been given very
little information as to what had happened, and was only given a short
amount of time to treat the inquisitor. As he arrived at the ramp of the
Admiral's shuttle he looked around at the concerned faces of the
Imperial officers with his large, orange eyes, waiting patiently for his
As the turbolift doors opened, the Admiral ceased using the internal
railing for support and hurried out across the flight deck. He could
spot his Ithorian physician waiting at the shuttle and it pleased him,
knowing that he would not have to wait for any stragglers. "Prep the
shuttle!" he ordered as he sprinted across the flight deck, his booted
feet carrying him at a hurried pace towards the shuttle.
"Oh no. You ain't going nowhere without me!" the voice of Lieutenant
Randi Trainor cried out as she hurried across the flight deck, moving
swiftly towards her former shuttle. "I don't care what Doctor Hammerhead
has to say, Admiral. Ain't nobody flying you over there but me," the
young woman explained as she stormed past them and moved towards the
cockpit of the ship. Her back was still badly torn up from her encounter
with the Nexu and she barely had time to recover.
Doctor Tohan's large orange eyes rolled at the Lieutenant's behavior,
but then he and the Admiral settled themselves in the back of the
shuttle Kwai as it descended from the Warspite's hangar
bay and began to cross the short distance across the Essesia system. The
shuttle moved quickly towards the Victory I-class Star Destroyer,
rocking back and forth as it jolted across the system. The two old men
slid back and forth in the back of the shuttle as it raced across the
"You would think the Lieutenant could manage a simple flight across a
system," Doctor Tohan observed, trying to lighten the mood slightly. He
frowned as he looked at his old friend, unsure of what they would expect
when they got to the other ship. He could feel the shuttle slow and rise
inside the other ship and he began to stand, wanting to waste little
time in getting to the patient. As the shuttle landed, he made his way
down the ramp, pleasantly surprised to see the Admiral's three children
Claudius hurried down the ramp of the shuttle, pushing past Pilaq to
get to his children. He gathered Jelena, Drusilla, and Ewwiewkewwieikkie
in a group hug and sighed contently, tightening his grip around each of
them. He never wanted to let go of his children ever again, now deathly
afraid that they would not be safe unless they were in his presence. His
eyes rolled towards the Doctor, his attention divided on the matter of
his missing wife. "Get to the medical bay. Revive Major Kiley. She is
the key to finding Htaere..." he explained, not so much concerned with her
wellbeing as he was with getting the information about his missing wife.
Doctor Tohan nodded to his friend, tucking the bag of medical
supplies under his large Ithorian arm. He hoped that the Admiral's
children would be able to calm his nerves while he treated Major Kiley.
Moving swiftly, he exited the smaller flight deck of the Victory I-class
Star Destroyer and entered the turbo lift.
"What happened?" Claudius asked the girls as he moved them inside of
the shuttle. It was the only private place he could think of and sat
himself down on one of the benches, letting out a tired sigh as he
waited for their report. He hoped that they would be willing to reveal
information to him that they might not have felt comfortable telling the
unfamiliar Imperial officers. His eyes looked to each of them,
inspecting them for any sign of even the most superficial of damage.
"Is Major Kiley dead?" Jelena asked as she stood directly in front of
her father, unable to sit down just yet. She paced back and forth,
walking in an attempt to collect her thoughts. She was not sure what had
happened. After her conversations with Parka, she doubted they would be
so foolish as to assault her compound just to seize Htaere. After all,
the poor Hapan woman knew nothing. "No one will tell us anything about
what is going on..." she explained to her father, visibly shaking as she
turned to him.
"This was a dreadful experience, father," Drusilla Rodney explained
as she sat on the bench opposite the Admiral. "They locked us in our
room and soiled the entire house..." she explained, folding her small arms
in front of her chest as she remembered the events of the past day. "You
simply must execute whomever is responsible!" she insisted as she kicked
her legs back and forth beneath her.
"Everything go boom boom!" Ewwwiekewwieikkie tried to explain in the
way only a naïve, young Squib could. The blue-furred woman seemed
unfazed by the events and a smile was plastered across her face that
lit up her large, yellow eyes. She reached forward towards her father
and wrapped her small arms around him. "I missed you," she informed him
lovingly. The one person in the Admiral's life who seemed to not be
caught up in dramatic situations.
Claudius did his best to smile as his adopted Squib daughter embraced
him, but he simply was not in an affectionate mood. It seemed Drusilla
would be of no help either, and thus all his hope rested squarely on the
shoulders of Jelena. "No, my dear, Major Kiley is still with us..." he
said to her reassuringly, though the reports he received seem to
indicate that her survival was no guarantee. "Do you remember any of
what happened, Jelena?" he asked as he looked up to her, his eyes filled
with hope that she might be able to assist in the investigation.
Jelena's lips curled upward as she received word that Kerrie had not
perished in the attack. She moved forward, sitting next to her father
and wrapping an arm around him. Her concern for Htaere was now forefront
on her mind as she embraced her father and began to think of anything
that might help. "I heard Kerrie shouting and then I heard blaster fire.
I tried to look out the window, but they were all darkened with the new
reinforcements..." she explained, having protested their installation in
the first place. "I heard running up the stairs ... Htaere I think ... but
before I could open my door there was someone at my door sealing it..."
she said, lifting her face to place a soft, gentle kiss upon his cheek.
"I heard some yelling and Htaere screaming, but I could not force the
door open..." she explained as she began to tremble, sniffling softly.
It was not the answer Claudius hoped to hear and realized all of his
hopes no rested firmly on Major Kiley, who might already have succumbed
to her wounds. He said nothing, one arm wrapped around Jelena and the
other wrapped around Ewwiekewwieikkie as he chose to leave a tender
moment alone. After several silent moments, he rose from the seat and
yelled towards the cockpit. "Randi, fly the children back to the
Warspite. Place them in the direct care of Captain Anson and have
him assign a squad of troopers to my quarters," he ordered as he turned
to place a kiss on each of his daughter's foreheads.
"You got it, boss," Randi said as her hands moved over the controls
of the shuttle. She felt as if she was carrying the most important cargo
of her life and would not allow anything to happen to the Admiral's
children. She was not fully briefed on what had transpired, but she
sensed it was bad and could only hope all would soon return to normal.
"I will return to the Warspite with Major Kiley shortly. Do
not worry," Claudius promised the children as he descended the ramp back
towards the flight deck. He turned as he watched the ramp ascend beneath
the cockpit, nodding confidently to Randi whom he could observe through
the view port. As the shuttle lifted off and exited the hangar bay, he
turned to make his way towards the turbolift.
Doctor Tohan examined the unconscious body of his frequent patient,
Major Kiley. He grimaced as he read over the reports presented by the
medical staff of the Star Destroyer. The Clone Wars-era medical facility
left a lot to be desired, and was a far cry from what he was used to
dealing with. He sighed, placing the large, elongated fingers of his
hand and resting it upon her shoulders, stroking her forehead
affectionately. It seemed all he could do was make her comfortable until
the bacta had time to treat her wounds.
The door to the medical facility opened and Admiral Claudius Rodney
stepped through it, moving quickly to join Doctor Tohan at the bedside
of Major Kiley. He sighed looking down at her, noting that bacta patches
seemed to cover most of her chest and arm. He grimaced as he grabbed
hold of a chair and sat down, needing to take a load off. He sighed
tiredly, looking over towards the Ithorian doctor. "How is she?" she
asked quietly as his attention focused on the wounded Clawdite laying
unconscious in the bed.
Pilaq turned slowly to face the Admiral, his large bulbous eyes
looking carefully at the man. "If they wanted her dead ... she would be
dead," he explained slowly, believing there was more going on here than
had been revealed. "The wounds are from a hold-out blaster, Claudius.
Had she been shot with a legitimate weapon she would have expired long
ago..." he explained as his hand continued to caress the woman's head.
"Can you revive her?" Claudius asked quietly as he looked towards
Kerrie. He rose from his chair, unable to find any comfort from just
sitting there. He needed to be doing something ... anything. He walked
over towards her and stomped his left foot down angrily on the deck
plating. "Damn it," he cursed at himself as he considered his
"What is wrong, Claudius?" Doctor Tohan asked as he looked to his old
friend. He could not understand what had caused the outburst, as surely
he could not feel directly responsible for the Major's injuries this
time. His eyes looked intently at him, trying to gauge his intent.
"I forgot bookii," Claudius explained sadly as he looked down at
Kerrie. "...her stuffed animal," he quickly explained to his old friend,
attempting to sound less ridiculous. A tear formed in the corner of his
eyes and began to stream down his face. "Htaere would have remembered..."
he said confidently, moving his hand up to his face to wipe away the
tears that had formed.
"It will be all right, Claudius," Pilaq said reassuringly as he
turned his attention from his patient to Claudius. A large hand rested
upon his back, patting it affectionately as he attempted to calm him
slightly. "It is likely another ransom attempt. They will hold her and
return her unharmed for a large sum of credits. Just like last time..." he
said to him with a crisp nod. "The last story became quite the store on
the HoloNet and it is likely this is a copycat crime," he reasoned,
having no information to base it on.
"She is the only one who might know what happened, Pilaq," Claudius
said to Pilaq as his eyes focused on her inhuman visage. "Revive her!"
he ordered as he took a step closer towards her, lowering his face
slightly so that when she awoke he would be able to talk to her
instantly. He had lost all of his patience.
Pilaq sighed in dejection as he considered the situation. His friend
was right ... she was perhaps the only one who knew where Htaere might be.
He had to weigh the life of Htaere versus the life of Kerrie and finally
relented. "Just for a moment, Claudius" he said as his hand moved
towards his medical tools. Reluctantly, he jabbed her in the arm with
one of his syringes, filling her with a powerful chemical that would
jolt her into consciousness.
Kerrie's eyes opened suddenly and she let out a tremendous cry of
pain as the blaster wounds to her chest and arm had not properly healed.
"Htaere!" she screamed suddenly as she attempted to sit up, still
believing she was under attack. She did not recognize the Admiral,
Doctor Tohan, or her surroundings and she began to utter strange words
in Huttese. She was in an absolute panic as she cried out like a
pathetic, wounded animal.
Claudius reached forward to Kerrie's shoulders and shook her
violently. "Major. Come to your senses," he shouted angrily as he looked
her square in the eyes. "What has happened to Htaere?" he asked her,
pleading with every ounce of his being. He could not stand it any longer
and let out a tired, dejected sigh as he looked to the Doctor.
"I cannot allow this, old friend," Doctor Tohan explained as he
injected Kerrie with a power sedative. The wounded and exhausted
Clawdite collapsed down into Doctor Tohan's hands as he gently lay her
back down onto the bed. "I am sorry, but she will be unable to help us,"
he admitted sadly, turning his attention to the Admiral once Kerrie was
"Revive her again!" Claudius demanded as he turned to the doctor.
There were tears streaming from both eyes and his face was flushed red
with anger. He did not care if it would kill Kerrie, he needed to know
where Htaere was. He turned his attention down to Kerrie and reached out
with his right hand, smacking her across the face in an attempt to
revive her himself.
Doctor Tohan had seen enough and injected Admiral Rodney with the
same sedative he had just used with great success on the Major.
Collecting the man in both of his arms he dragged him across the room to
where an empty bed was available, and placed him upon it. He was by no
means a strong man and the activity tired him, causing him to wheeze as
he staggered to a chair. "Sleep well, old friend..." he said silently as
he looked over him. "...when you awake we begin your new diet," he added,
the man's unexpected weight making it more difficult for him to be
Hours had passed, during which time the creature noises did not
cease. Arden moved through the door and looked down at the Hapan,
clapping her hands just once. The creature noises were instantly
silenced and the lights in the room returned to normal, which afforded
her a better view. "Comfortable?" she asked as she stood in the center
of the room, her eyes moving towards the still-unsigned datapad. "Tsk,
tsk" she complained as she sat down in the chair once again.
Htaere's sunken eyes shifted towards the shiny black boots from her
nook beneath the pallet. Her appearance was deteriorating daily, the
rainbow gem in her forehead the only part of her that still shined.
She'd developed a shake, her entire body trembling as a result of
non-existent blood sugar, no hydration and electrolyte deficiency. The
various burns, tears, cuts and bruises were red and agitated, untreated
and evident of lingering infection.
The droid entered the room behind Major Zevrin and floated towards
Htaere, the electrodes once again protruding from the small droid. The
droid moved towards Htaere and attempted to plunge the electrodes into
the weakened woman's flesh, but this time they would not withdraw after
only six seconds. The droid would remain, pumping its electrical voltage
into the woman ceaselessly. Major Zevrin moved forward and glared at the
Hapan. "Sign the confession!" she commanded as her arms folded angrily
in front of her chest.
From her hiding spot beneath the pallet, Htaere shrunk further back
against the wall as the droid approached, unfortunately cornering
herself in the process. With no where to go, the electric current caused
muscle spasms, contracting the tissue in erratic and jerky movements.
With an energy that surprised even her, Htaere writhed in agony, crying
out horribly as the torment failed to cease. The longer it continued,
the more small blood vessels began to rupture, unable to contain the
charge in her bloodstream, blood trickling from her ears, mouth and
Finally the droid subsided, moving away the Hapan having completed
its ferocious assault. Arden stood over the woman, her patience all but
gone. She knelt down next to her and glared directly in front of her
face. "If you do not sign the confession I will have the Admiral's
daughter's disintegrated!" she explained angrily as she threw the
datapad down in front of her again. She moved away from the woman,
heading out of the room to return to the observation room. She sighed
tiredly, knowing by now the entire might of the Empire would be turned
out to find the Admiral's wife. She needed results and she needed them
now. "Prepare the serum..." she ordered to one of her junior officers,
sitting down in the chair to watch through the transparisteel once more.
The recovery much slower this time around, Htaere's sobbing
continued, rolling onto her back as the last traces of current
dissipated through her body resulting in an occasional shudder. She let
her heart rate calm, trying to regain her composure. Her listless grey
eyes closed, pushing out more salty tears that rolled down her temples
and into her hair, mouthing a few words in Hapan silently.