"Oooh! Shiny!" Ewwiekewwieikkie
squealed, as her hands moved towards yet another control panel on the
bridge of the Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Warspite.
For the past 20 minutes the young Squib had been let loose on the bridge
and found herself in all sorts of trouble, despite the best efforts on
the crew. Her large yellow eyes were opened wide as she had become
thoroughly transfixed on the variety of displays and monitors that were
scattered throughout the control pits. She could not remember a time
when she had more fun, as she slammed her blue fur covered paw down upon
the buttons. Little did she know that they had been carefully
deactivated before her arrival.
"Major Kiley, I must protest to the
presence of this ... thing ... on my bridge," Commander Augustus
Hood said defiantly, as his brown eyes scanned down to the pit below
where Ewwiekewwieikkie was pressing buttons that ordinarily would have
raised and lowered the shields. "Despite her relationship to the Grand
Moff she should not have access to such sensitive areas," he again
insisted, before turning to grab the railing that overlooked the pit.
"Hey! You!" Stop that!" he ordered, as his frustration began to grow
"Commander Hood, do not address the
Governor's daughter in such a manner," Major Kiley ordered, taking a
step towards the man and glaring at him intently. "Do not forget that
despite her nature, she is nevertheless a member of the House of Rodney
and afforded full diplomatic privileges while aboard this vessel," she
reiterated, as she had been forced to do when they first arrived. "You
have to understand her position, Commander. She has been sequestered
aboard this vessel and for her species that is very difficult. So do be
kind to her, or I will report your insolence to the Grand Moff," she
informed him, with a firm nod, before smiling down at Ewwikewwieikkie.
As an alien, she empathized with the predicament that befell her and all
of the other non-humans aboard.
"Whee!" Ewwiekewwieikkie again squealed,
hopping up and down as she pretended to fire the Warspite's
turbolaser batteries. "Boom! Boom! Crash!" she repeated, mimicking the
sound effects of the weapons. Her memories of the Battle of Skor II from
the Clone Wars were somewhat blurred in her mind, but there were some
flashes of the occupation of her world and the death of her parents.
"How make ship go faster?" she asked, no one in particularly, as she
thrust her hand back and forth on a deactivated throttle to no avail.
Kerrie was about to see to
Ewwiekewwieikkie when her comlink beeped in rapid succession, indicating
that she was receiving an important transmission. "Excuse me,
Commander," she said before moving to the nearest comm panel. Her eyes
scanned over the orders and learned she had been instructed to move
Canna Omonda into an interrogation room ... the same room where she had
been nearly slain by Kia Kaen. She had not been since and there was some
understandable apprehension in returning to that room, but she had her
orders and there was little she could do to protest. "Commander Hood, I
have been ordered elsewhere. Please allow Lady Ewwiekewwieikkie free
roam of the bridge. Should she report any ... irregularities ... I will see
that you are properly disciplined," she said, pointing a gloved index
finger at the man, before moving towards the nearest life.
"Understood, Major," was the only reply
that Augustus could muster, giving a firm nod of his covered head,
before returning to supervising the annoying Squib. "Don't let her pry
open that ventilation panel!" he warned to one of the junior officers
down below, as his hands frustratingly squeezed on the railing. He let
out a frustrated sigh, and slumped forward dejectedly, realizing there
was nothing he could do to contain this creature without jeopardizing
his career. At that moment he wondered what he had done to merit
assignment to such a ship populated with so many undesirables.
As Major Kiley arrived on the detention
level she was greeted by four well-armed Storm Commandos, adorned in
their obsidian black armor. She acknowledged their presence with a nod,
before proceeding down the corridor towards the monitoring station.
"Prisoner transfer to the interrogation room," she informed the guard,
placing down a datapad that contained a copy of the transfer orders.
After they were confirmed, she and two of the commandos made their way
towards the holding cell of the former Senator of Chandrila, Canna
Omonda. When she arrived the guard opened her cell, and Major Kiley
stepped forward to confront her. "On your feet. You're wanted in
interrogation," she ordered, with a disgusted tone caused by memories of
the men that were lost during her arrest.
The former Senator had been contained in
the small cell of the belly of the Star Destroyer for quite some time,
and it felt as if all of the days had blended into one another. "Very
well, Major. You may do your worst," she said, still speaking with the
regal air of a diplomat. They had tried to break her spirit, but had
thus far failed to do anything more than to bore her. Their attempts at
sleep deprivation, starvation, and wild temperature fluctuations had
done nothing more than to justify her support of Rebellion and put the
Empire's unmitigated cruelty on full display. "I do hope today's
interrogation is more interesting than the last," she said,
condescendingly, as she gracefully moved past Kerrie, stepped over the
threshold, and joined the commandos in the corridor.
The Clawdite commando had no idea who
was interrogating the Senator, and felt as if she had grown increasingly
out of the loop. "Move," was all Kerrie said, as she moved towards the
lift with the former Senator and the four Storm Commandos. Memories of
her own interrogations flashed through her mind as the lift ascended
towards the interrogation. When it arrived the commandos stepped off
with the prisoner, but she hesitated, and seemed to take an extra moment
for her to realize where she was. Tensing slightly, she bit her lower
lip until she drew blood, allowing the pain to snap her back into
Canna did not protest, nor did she
struggle, as the commandos began the process of strapping her to the
interrogation table. She closed her eyes and tried to find an inner
sense of peace and tranquility, remember her family, and the songs she
would listen to as a child. A light humming could be heard emanating
from her lips as she remembered a particular song her family would sing
at picnics when she was a child. She remembered those warm summer days,
the flowers, and the serenity of the water ... those thoughts had
sustained her through the ordeals she had been subjected to.
"Catchy tune, Miss Omonda," Kerrie said,
as the commandos exited the interrogation room and moved back into the
corridor. "If there's anything left of you we'll collect you later," she
said, before turning on her heels and marching back with her troopers.
Once the door was closed, she took up an attentive position in the
corridor to wait for the interrogator to arrive.
Inquisitor Thanor made her way down the
hallway towards the appointed interrogation block, confident that her
orders had been received and executed by this time. She had left her
apprentice Kia in her chambers with the ever primal nexu to guard and
protect the young Kaen as instructed. Serine was unaware of the hijinks
that were happening with Doctor Shuura at this very moment nor would it
have mattered. The young fledgling Inquisitor Kaen was nearly ready to
brave the first of an eventual long series of trials that most who
attempted never survived. To fail the tests was to fail at life and
purpose, or so the Inquisitorius would view it, and thus Serine had been
ever cautious to ensure Kia's improved chances of succeeding. But now
the time was soon at hand, and there was but a few more lessons before
she felt her apprentice was finally ready to tempt fate. The young Kaen
had a unique skill set, which is different from her own when she was
first introduced to the unforgiving ways this path would lead her to.
The Inquisitor could not know what specific trials would be mercilessly
pushed upon the girl, so she tried to cover a broad range of topics and
skills lest any of them be highlighted in the coming assessment. Upon
turning a corner in the interrogation blocks, she would spot Major
Kerrie Kiley standing alert in front of the door Serine had requested
the prisoner be transferred to. She approached the other woman, standing
before her with an assuming gaze. "Major, I trust things are in order
with the prisoner." Said as a fact as she eyed Kerrie with a rather
"Oh," Kerrie said instinctively as the
Inquisitor arrived and addressed, not expecting it to have been *her*
that would be conducting today's interrogation. "Yes, Inquisitor.
Prisoner Canna Omonda has been transferred, prepared, and is awaiting
you ... as ordered," she said in military precision, after taking a moment
to regain her composure. She was no longer used to encounters of this
kind, and if she seemed somewhat lagging ... it would be understandable.
She had become, in effect, a glorified babysitter for the Grand Moff's
problematic family. "Any further orders, Inquisitor?" she said, offering
a firm nod of her head, as she sidestepped to allow her clear entry to
This room would hold memories for all
parties involved and perhaps even be a bit of closure for her young
apprentice. Things had come around full circle it appeared as the first
time she had met the young girl, she had been hanging by her wrists,
clasped in stun-cuffs in this very room and an ignorant and pathetic
Kerrie Kiley had been laying unconscious on the floor. "I will be the
judge of how well you followed orders, Major." Said as the numbered code
to the door was keyed into the panel causing the door to slide open
allowing the Inquisitor to peer inside and gauge the prisoner's
condition. "Of course I have further orders." She snapped angrily. "Do
you have someplace better to be?!" It should be obvious that Kerrie's
duties were to follow orders. Serine was unaware that she had a Squib to
look after who was likely running around the bridge playing her own
version of a holovid she watched somewhere.
"I apologize, Inquisitor Thanor," Kerrie
quickly inserted, feeling blindsided by her verbal onslaught. "I meant
no disrespect. I merely wished to know if I could assist you further,
and had assumed you did not want to be disturbed during your
interrogation," she explained, trying her best to maintain a respectful
air as she sought to be of some use to the woman, who seemed to be
exerting so much influence aboard the ship lately. She was unaware that
over the past month the Inquisitor had enlisted the support of many of
the crew using stolen ISB data, as she was one of only a handful that
the Inquisitor had elected not to confide in.
Well this was certainly different. Canna
did not recognize the woman, but she recognized the demeanor, and knew
that she would no longer be dealing with Imperial Intelligence or the
ISB. She smiled for a moment, relishing in the satisfaction that she had
frustrated the very best those organizations had thrown at her. She
understood, however, that was likely to come would be far, far worse.
She swallowed, before leaning back against the cold, unforgiving
durasteel table she was splayed upon, and hummed her song as she thought
of happier days.
Satisfied with the state of the
prisoner, she stepped away from the entrance causing the automatic door
to slide shut and lock before she focused her attention back upon
Kerrie. "You performed as instructed, Major." Serine had not been
completely sure during the more recent time she ran across Kerrie during
the promotion ceremony for Randi, but now she was fairly confident in
her assessment of Major Kiley. It was very apparent that the woman
appeared to be emotionally defeated and completely demoralized. There
was not even a single spark of anger or defiance in Kerrie ... which was a
bit surprising considering their vibrant history and past associations
with each other. This was really disappointing as the Inquisitor had
felt the other was making a bold turn around and progression, instead it
was now into more of an empty crippled void of a woman, even worse than
last time she spent more than a fleeting moment with her. Serine was not
sure what had caused this abrupt digression, but aimed to find out.
There was a moment in the past the Inquisitor had considered bringing
Kerrie into her entourage, but not like this... this broken useless woman.
"Major, there are two things I require of you. The first is to retrieve
my apprentice, Kia Kaen, from my chambers and bring her here." Serine
studied the other woman briefly before she proceeded. "The second is to
report to me directly tomorrow at 1500." This would be a peculiar
"It will be done, Inquisitor," Kerrie
said properly, offering a firm nod of her head at the instructions. She
wondered what the Inquisitor had in store for her tomorrow, but it was
today and she needed to stay focused. She had a rough history with Kia
Kaen, and going to retrieve her was something of a disappointment.
However, she felt that perhaps her past objections to orders, and overly
aggressive personality was part of the reason she found herself to have
fallen so far. She would say nothing, and attempt to do the best job she
could, with the hope of regaining her position or privilege.
After proceeding to the Inquisitor's
quarters, Major Kiley returned to the interrogation level with Kia Kaen
in tow. What she had observed troubled her, but she made no comment, nor
did she ask any questions. She was sure one of the Warspite's
gossips would inevitably subject her to an exaggerated version of the
events that had transpired between Kia and Doctor Shuura. When she
arrived back at the holding cell, she offered a firm nod to the
Inquisitor, but said nothing, as the arrival of Kia would obvious and
did not need to be stated.
Kia was following the Major quietly, not
offering an explination for the scene that had transpired, she didn't
feel like she had to justify herself to anyone other than Serine.
Compared to the way she had behaved when she first had came aboard this
ship, she seemed like a different person. She had traded in her olive
mechanics overalls and oil smudges for the armorweave, slacks and
sleeveless tunic that Serine had insisted she start wearing. She was
looking more and more the part of an apprentice, not just the under aged
techhead mechanic. Her mannerisms and attitude had started becoming more
like her teacher but there was also a new sense of self confidence
growing in the girl, one that wasn't there the few months prior when she
was brought aboard. "We started off badly, Major, I will accept your
apology for my treatment when I was brought on board." She had not
looked over at Kerrie once the entire time they had been walking. Moving
to stand next to Serine, she gave her teacher a respectful nod, "My
apologies for the delay, Master Thanor, you had a visitor. That new
'doctor' and Sanu got a tad bit over zealous in saying hello. I'm sure
the ship's doctor will get him all patched up."
It did not take long for the Major to
fetch her apprentice as ordered, being rather prompt despite the
unsightly confrontation that had occurred in front of her chambers. The
news of this short however slightly bloody contest caused an eyebrow to
quirk up ever so slightly. "Indeed?" Serine leaves Kia alone for a
single moment and the flesh of one unfortunate doctor had torn asunder.
Perhaps the Inquisitor should not be so apprehensive for Kia's trials,
the young Kaen may perform admirably. "I trust you did not leave our
quarters, but instead the foolish doctor decided to have an unannounced
house call?" She inquired as she peered over the sight of her
apprentice, approving that the teenager was now constantly adorned with
armorweave as per her request.
Kerrie paused for a moment as she stared
at Kia, and in her mind she saw the faces of the Commandos who were
slain at the skillful hands of the renegade Jedi Ty Anzion. Previously,
she had held Kia equally responsible for their deaths, but with her
increased presence in Imperial affairs it was foolish ... even dangerous ...
for her to hold grudges. She offered a small, barely noticeable smile,
directed more towards within than without as she took a step forward
towards Kia. "Of course you are right, Kia. I apologize for my actions
towards you," she said, mustering what little determination she had
left. In the past, extracting an apology from her would have taken the
same level of torture that was about to be utilized towards Canna
Omonda, but this was a different, more practical Kerrie. With that, she
lowered her head in obedience, not merely to Serine, but to Kia as well.
"No, Master Thanor, I did not leave the
quarters, and I did not let the so-called doctor in either. I told him
you were not present, and he kept trying to look in the room, so I
stepped aside to let him meet Sanu. He apparently thought I was having
some sort of 'fling' in there. Such a nosy person. Sanu pounced on him,
I called him off, and then the Major walked up. I set him straight, I do
not think he'll bother me again." Kia cast a quick glance at the closed
door to the room where the prisoner was currently, recognizing the door
and where they were finally. "This is where I was taken when I was
brought on board...isn't it, Master? Where you found me..."
Serine stared at Kerrie confused and
completely amazed. What the hell had happened in the past few weeks that
apparently Serine had missed? It was true she had been completely
absorbed with Zevrin's reports and was practically oblivious to
everything else ... but how did she miss this odd but remarkable
transformation of Kerrie? Perhaps the Inquisitor was completely wrong in
her assessment. "That is all Major, you are dismissed." Said as she
watched that woman leave still a bit dumbfounded. Was their last tussle
so disarming? Serine had assumed the Major could handle a *little*
choking. Something else had to have happened to re-mold that woman into
something completely different. Do Clawdites change their personalities
as well as their physical forms? She did npt have the time to ponder
these things now, she will be meeting the Major tomorrow at 1300, for
now she needed to focus her attention on Kia, the only thing that
mattered to her at this moment. With the knowledge that her apprentice
gave the doctor a hard time who no doubt had wished to waste her time,
she smiled briefly. "Excellent. I am certainly not going to give that
charlatan my attention." Serine waited for the Major to be completely
out of view before she would continue with her plans.
Upon receiving her dismissal, Kerrie
proceeded down the corridor to return to the nearby lift. Commander Hood had activated her comlink several times, but she had not
answered it for fear of enraging the Inquisitor once more. For all she
knew, poor Ewwiekewwieikkie had become wedged in a ventilation shaft.
Her mind lingered on her pending appointment with the Inquisitor
tomorrow ... would it be productive or would she be spending the evening
with Doctor Tohan?
"Yes Kia, this is where we first met in
any real sense. I supposed you witnessed that joke of a 'duel' with that
false Jedi Ty, however, this is where your destiny changed." Said as she
appraised her apprentice, mentally remarking the vast improvements in
her skill commanding the Force and also the growth of her self
confidence. "Much has changed since then. At this point in your
training, I now believe you are on par and likely slightly more prepared
for the Inquisitor trials in your age category. Up until this point your
training had entirely consisted of developing your connection and
command of the Force, and it has only been until recently that you
surprised me with your knowledge of technology. However, these trials
are not for the weak-minded or faint of heart." She stopped to ponder
the recent events that lead to Dr. Shuura's likely trip to medical.
Perhaps her apprentice is not so hesitant to inflict damage, this was a
positive start. She continued as she looked upon the teenage with
contemplation. "Despite what you may already assume of these trials to
come, they will not cover future Inquisitor responsibilities. Instead
they will be aimed to expose what you most fear and what you most
cherish, using both against you brutally. They are designed to weed out
the weak, the fragile, and the powerless. You will be attacked mentally,
physically and emotionally. This is why I must attempt to prepare you as
is my responsibility to you, my soon-to-be apprentice." Said with the
confidence that Kia will survive this ... she had to as Kia's training was
her best shot at finally herself becoming elevated to High Inquisitor ...
and her only real shot at taking down Tremayne. She motioned to the door
behind her. "Just as you were interrogated here many months ago, so too
is another prisoner awaiting interrogation. If you are incapable of
inflicting pain, if you become squirmish or unstable at the sight of
what may come, then you have already failed." It would not be possible
for Kia to ever become a full fledged Inquisitor if she could never
actually see the sight of suffering nor inflict it.
Kia had been listening attentively, she
had been wondering a lot about what the trials would involve. Learning
she would be attacked, not looking forward to whatever they were going
to pull up from the depths of her mind. "I will do my best not to
disappoint you, Master Thanor, you have done much to teach me." Her
glance went back to the door at the mention of another prisoner, the
only other prisoner she knew of was the ex-senator, Kia gave a brief
nod. "I do not relish inflicting pain, but then again, I do not know how
to do so...properly. I would think it's like most any trait, you study,
learn and ... practice. I would like to believe I am not squeamish or
"You will not disappoint me if you
survive, Kia. That is all I ask of you. Inquisitor apprentice candidates
do not get a second chance, they die failing to complete their tests."
Serine listened to the young Kaen speak about inflicting pain before she
concluded with a simple statement. "We shall see." The access code to
the interrogation room was entered allowing access inside and
introducing Kia to the bound ex-senator that was fastened to an
interrogation table that was set in the horizontal position, likely
already extremely uncomfortable. Once both of them were inside, Serine
would lock the panel with a high clearance access code, ensuring that
they would be uninterrupted. The security feed in addition to the
planted Zevrin surveillance however would still be fully functional. The
Inquisitor examined the woman who was confined to the table before
addressing Kia. "Ex-senator Canna Omonda has been charged with
insurrection and sedition against His Majesty the Emperor."
Canna lifted her head from the table to
look at the Inquisitor and her charge, wondering what they had in store
for her. "I do not think we have had the pleasure of meeting formally,"
she said, speaking in a regal tone that she had maintained despite what
had previously occurred. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Senator
Canna Omonda of the planet Chandrila," she said, speaking with clear
defiance and lack of acknowledgment of the Emperor's dissolution of the
Senate. She then lay her head back down on the table, waiting for the
others to make their move against her.
The Inquisitor had been quiet ... too
quiet. Major Arden Zevrin knew she was up to something, but exactly what
she could not yet determine. She had intercepted the orders sending
Kerrie to the prison level, and as a result she had been watching on her
displays as the former Senator was moved to the interrogation room. She
was at first surprised to see her nemesis taking charge of the
interrogation, despite the fact that it was one of the primary roles of
the Inquisitorius. She had come to the conclusion that the Grand Moff
did not know how to properly utilize those around him, and if things
were starting to become more orderly around here it would be a welcome,
yet unexpected, surprise. As she watched, she took a bite of a cookie,
that had been meant as a get well present for Lieutenant Sheppard
from her parents. It seemed that transmissions were not the only thing
the ISB intercepted ... deserts also fell into their inescapable reach.
Following her Master into the
interrogation room, her gaze flicked to the back wall for a brief
instant then down to the woman strapped to the table. Not knowing what
the proper proceedure was in this case, Kia did not introduce herself to
Canna, instead remaining a quiet shadow of her teacher.
It was wise for Kia to remain silent as
this was now not her place to address anyone or even to ask questions
until directed to do so due to her being merely an unofficial
apprentice. However, Serine was planning on giving the teenager plenty
to do shortly. If Kia had been an actual Inquisitor apprentice, Serine
would have introduced her. She addressed the captive directly, not even
a hint of malice, at least not *yet*, instead Serine was rather formal ...
this was her occupation and she took it seriously with a surprising
amount of professionalism. "My name is Serine Thanor, my title is
Inquisitor. I have read the details regarding your preliminary
questioning and found them disappointing and lacking. I am under the
impression that you are withholding key information that His Majesty
would find vital in the fight for stability in this sector." This was
the end of Serine's formality ... as her voice began to grow a bit darker.
"You would be wise to disclose this information now."
Canna scoffed at the so-called
Inquisitor's presentation, turning her head to the left to avoid even
the slightest acknowledgment on her part. "I recognize no such title.
There is no figure in the galaxy deserving of the title 'His Majesty',"
she replied in a harshly critical tone, rolling her eyes as she uttered
the Emperor's title. "Well, Serine, at least we can agree on something.
Yes, quite disappointing and lacking. You shan't have to do much to
outshine them," she said, taking the opportunity to speak
condescendingly of those who came before her.
The ex-senator's disregard and refusal
to even address Serine's request for that shielded information was a
clear indication that Omonda was not willing or even able to answer. It
mattered not actually since Serine's purpose here had multiple
objectives. She gave Kia a brief glance to address the youth. "The
prisoner's foolish statements and defiance is a clear signal that
anything vocal for some time to come would be entirely dribble and a
waste of your time. Individuals such as this do not deserve leeway,
rather, they need to be physically shown why their pitiful acts are so
imbecilic." At one point the ex-senator's attire had been well kept and
formal, being an intricate and skillfully embroidered blue and purple
dress, but due to the days of force usage, it had grown wrinkled,
smudged and now being torn. The bottom of the dress was being ripped so
that a long piece of shredded fabric was now in the Inquisitor's hands.
It was promptly and quite harshly wrapped around Omonda's head until it
gagged her quite effectively. Acquiring rebel intelligence from this
woman would be a bonus, but now it was all too painfully apparent that
the ex-senator was not here to be interrogated, she was here to be a
Kia was a grey and black clad shadow to
Serine, following just out enough distance to not be in the way, and
still have a very close up view of what was going on. "I understand,
Master, if they don't have anything useful to say, why let them say
anything at all?"
The former Senator gasped for air as the
fabric was wrapped around her head, threatening to gag her. The fabric
covering her mouth made it more difficult for her to retreat into the
darkness, and she attempted to fill her head with pleasing images of her
family and her native Chandrila. Canna did her utmost to put herself
back in that time and in that place, far from the monster that was now
attempting to torture her. As she struggled to speak, it became harder
for her to focus, and she slowly began to lose her composure along with
her air and a feeling of lightheadedness came over her.
"That's a shame. That was a nice dress,"
Major Zevrin mused between bites of cookies, noting that they were a bit
dry. She leaned forward in her seat, and cycled the interrogation room
display on the largest screen. "Well, that's no way to get her talk,"
she continued, narrating to no one in particular as she made sure the
file was recording in her massive databank. This file could prove
incredibly useful should she overstep her authority and damage the
Emperor's prize. She hoped the young Inquisitor would be foolish enough
to make that mistake. But, to take it a step further, she began an
encoded signal to the Star Destroyer Interrogator, so that High
Inquisitor Tremayne could also observe the proceedings. She laughed,
unable to resist her delight at putting Serine on a grand stage of which
she was unaware. The laugher soon turned to choking, however, as the
cookie crumbs went down her windpipe. Sheppard would pay for these dry
cookies, she thought to herself as she reached for something cold to
Serine was pleased that Kia immediately
understood the reasoning behind removing the prisoner's ability to speak
for the time being. As the Inquisitor had already stated, she reviewed
the preliminary interrogation as well as the data collected on Omonda,
so she knew the eventual destination of this prisoner. This would in
fact put a few hindrances on what Serine could inflict upon the woman,
but she also trusted in the Warspite's excellent surgeon, Pilaq
Tohan, to mend any of the more serious wounds before the prisoner was
shipped to Coruscant. Perhaps to Kia's interest, a very small medical
utensil was removed from one of her utility compartments upon her belt.
Upon further inspection, it was a vibro-scalpel that appeared incredibly
sharp and used for precision cuts. Who would have thought such an
innocent looking piece of metal would be hidden there, and she didin't
even have to borrow it from medical, this was her personal utensil that
has seen quite a few ... dissections. "Now Kia, it is important that you
understand how the body functions. It will make you far more capable in
combat if you knew exactly where to strike or puncture." Serine moved to
be standing over the prisoner on her left side her where her left wrist
was bound to the table. "Let us start with something simple. Do you know
how many bones are in the human hand?"
Canna's eyes widened at the presence of
the scalpel ... she never dared to think they would violate her in such a
manner before she was delivered to the Emperor. She instinctively
clamped down her jaw, while trying her best ... yet unsuccessfully ... to
remove herself from the restrains clamped to her wrists and ankles.
While she was frightened, she nevertheless felt this was a classic
example of the Imperial brutality she so vehemently opposed.
The teenager stepped up to the other
side of the table, careful not to get in Serine's light or cast any
needless shadows, cool blue-green eyes went from the small blade, to
various points on the prisoner's body, nodding slowly. What Kia was
being told made much more sense than the drivel that Ty had told her, "I
think 26, Master. Maybe 27?"
Serine was extremely impressed that her
young soon-to-be apprentice knew the answer, at least when adding in the
bones for the wrist. "That is excellent Kia. I had not yet required you
to study that material." She seriously doubted that failure Ty taught
the young girl so perhaps it was something she picked up on her own... or
perhaps she performed well above even Serine's expectations and studied
anatomy on her own initiative. Either way, she was very proud of her.
There was a rumbling in the air as the Inquisitor focused her vile
intent into something nearly tangible as an unseen weight would press
upon Omonda's left hand, preventing her from fidgeting or even flexing
the muscles. "The hand is an extremely sensitive biological machine and
intricately complicated, it also can be easily exploited if you are
given the opportunity. The metacarpals, the small bones of the hand
here..." And that was when the ex-senator would feel the bite of metal as
the vibro-scalpel easily carved into the thin skin above the middle bone
of the top of the hand that began at the wrist and ended at the base of
the middle knuckle. Skin was pulled back to expose it as well as the
many muscles and tendons attached. Serine gave her apprentice time to
lean in and inspect the wonders of the anatomy of the human hand. "...
can be easily broken or raked across to cause an opponent to be stunned
for a short duration."
Kia was transfixed by the combination of
imobilizing the hand and the explinantion of the the bones in the hand
and some of their weaknesses. "They're so small..."
Sounds of goans escaped Canna's lips,
but were muffled by the fabric of her dress before they had a chance to
reach those in the room. As the scalpel made contact with her flesh, she
began to scream uncontrollably while thrashing about on the table like a
fish that had been removed from its enclosure. Tears began to form in
the corner of her eyes before slowly running down the side of her face
and impacting on the surface of the table, eventually mixing with the
Major Zevrin saw that she had received
an almost immediately reply from High Inquisitor Tremayne concerning the
encrypted transmission. He was eager to learn about the young woman who
was in Serine's presence and suspected that she was the one had had
sensed during his last visit to the Ringali Shell. She laughed softly as
her hands danced across her keypad, as if she were playing a musical
instrument. Within moments the file marked 'Kia Kaen' was attached to
the transmission and swiftly dispatched to the Interrogator. Her
attention then refocused to the broadcast of the interrogation. "Oh
dear. So much blood. She really shouldn't be exposing such an
impressionable youth to such violence. What would the Imperial
Department of Children and Families think..." she wondered aloud, before
finishing the last of the cookies. She took a moment to read the
handwritten get well note from Lieutenant Sheppard's mother,
carelessly discarding it in the refuse.
It was obvious that the ex-senator had
led a cushioned life and was not used to this sort of stress, but in
addition, was a haughty and prideful woman who had resisted initial
Imperial Intelligence attempts to break her. There was absolutely zero
pity in silver that gazed indifferently upon the woman, instead more of
a disdain. "Really ex-senator? We merely have just begun." The bleeding
was not nearly that severe, only where blood vessels had been severed in
the skin which had been pulled away from muscle, but the integrity of
the hand itself was wholly intact. "Your wild thrashing is unbecoming."
Serine's attention was drawn back to her work. The back of the hand lay
exposed though the Inquisitor had to continuously concentrate upon the
Force to ensure it was, or she would have required metal pins to secure
the peeled back skin in place. She directed the vibro-scalpel to pierce
the skin above the knuckle of the pointer-finger, slicing cleanly up the
entire finger. This time she directed the utensil much deeper to cut to
the bone so she could expose that for Kia to gander. Both skin and
tendons were pulled back to show the three phalanges hidden beneath.
"Each finger has three phalanges, the thumb has two. They are so small,
you would think nothing of them, but crushing even a single one would
incapacitate a rival long enough for another offensive. If you wound
your opponents hands, then victory is almost assured. Observe. " With
that introduction, the intensity of the rumblings increased momentarily.
The pressure upon the unfortunate prisoner's hand would increase but was
focused to a point upon the first small bone in the pointer finger,
causing it to shatter. "I prefer to use the Force, Kia, but you can
break these bones easily with a directed physical blow, especially the
The former Senator's eyes widened to the
point that her eyes very nearly threatened to pop from their sockets.
She had never experienced such pain, and did not understand why she was
being subjected to such an experiment without so much as a question
being asked. Her attempts at remembering her happy youth under the
Republic's banner did nothing to ease her pain, and she could do nothing
but shake her head from side to side in a desperate attempt to convey
that she could stand nothing further.
Serine could tell that Canna Omonda was
eager to end this demonstration much to the Inquisitor's scorn as she
scoffed down at the woman. There was so much more she wanted to show her
apprentice. Unfortunately for the pitiful sight of the prisoner, Serine
at least wanted Kia to witness that experience herself. She may need to
do something like this to stay alive in the trials. "I want you to
repeat this yourself, Kia. Show me how well you have practiced your
control of the Force since you came here. The bone right above this
one..." She motioned to the eerie and disturbing sight of a crushed bone.
She leaned forward a bit, lowering
herself to get a closer look at the insides of the prisoner's hand.
Seeing this on the holonet was one thing, seeing it up close and able to
really *see* what was going on was completely different and interesting.
Serine's words made her lean up again, blinking with an enthusiastic but
determined grin. "Yes, Master." Two simple words, but with them, she let
her mind find that quiet spot, pulling her emotions toward that single
pinpoint in her mind, she drew in her anger and frustration most, but
that nagging fear that she would disappoint Serine was pulled in as
well. As the energy rushed in with the ingathering of emotion, the Dark
side followed with it, giving the euphoric sense of power that only the
darkside could. Without moving her own hand to touch the woman, Kia
focused the gathered Force into the spot Serine had indicated, It was
much slower than her teacher's break, but the bone groaned then made a
sickening wet crunch sound as the Force broke through it.
The impact of Kia's unseen onslaught
caused her so much pain that her feet curled, causing both of her shoes
to drop to the floor below with dramatic *thud*s. A sigh emerged from
her mouth, causing her nearly to choke on the remnants of her dress as
she sucked desperately for more air. A river of tears was now flowing
from both of her eyes, destroying what little makeup still remained on
her once ravishing face. She had been destroyed ... by the Empire.
Major Zevrin could not believe how far
they had gone in their interrogation ... and with no information yet
obtained. The ceremony on Coruscant had already been arranged and if
anything were to go wrong to jeopardize it ... then surely there would be
repercussions for those involved. And so, with increasing delight, she
leaned forward, softly licking at her lower lip in anticipation of what
might yet come. All the while making sure both the record and the
retransmission were both active.
Serine could feel that dark power
resonating within her apprentice and it pleased her as she watched with
anticipation Kia's attempt to replicate the action. The resulting damage
was less of a splinter and more of a crush but the destruction had been
completed. The Inquisitor was satisfied for now, content that Kia could
not only focus the Force to a fine point to cause physical devastation,
but also that the young teenager had absolutely no issue with inflicting
pain. "Excellent Kia, you performed as I had hoped." Serine's real goals
here were secured, and it appeared by the frantic and desperate sobs of
the ex-senator, that the interrogation may also be successful. The gag
that had been tightly tied around Canna's head was ripped clear allowing
the woman to speak once again. "Pathetic. You better not be wasting my
time." She threatened sternly and it was all too clear what would
continue if the bound woman did not disclose what was desired.
"You are a monster!" Canna shouted at
the Inquisitor, as the garment was torn away and she was finally allowed
to speak. "Do you think this barbaric display will help your beloved-"
she said as quickly as possible, before the garment was reinserted into
her mouth. She realized this was not going to get her anywhere, so she
began to murmur beneath the clothing. "Ask your questions. I'm sure they
will prove insightful," she stammered, loud enough so that the
Inquisitor would be likely to hear.
Serine was in the middle of shoving the
torn garment back violently into the woman's mouth but she stopped when
the other conceded quickly. "Wise choice." Said cruelly as she held onto
the vibro-scalpel very close to the woman's face as she addressed her,
indicating that the demonstration could easily continue at any moment if
Serine was not pleased with what the ex-senator had to say. The
Inquisitor had no qualms with showing her apprentice what a retina
looked like, as the prisoner did not need both of her eyes to be
executed. "I want names of your contacts! Keep in mind I will know if
you are lying to me ... and you are not due for transfer for days." Said
with a low ominous tone, the vibro-scalpel moving very close to her left
cornea, so close that it would become blurred in Canna's sight.
Hearing the bone snap and knowing she
had done that, was a completely mind changing experience, before Kia had
unintentionally caused harm to people, this was a whole new rush of
power. Leaning back in just a bit to look at what she had done, she was
only really paying about 3/4 attention to what Serine was saying, she
wanted to poke at the bone she'd broken but thought better of it.
"Inquisitor, do you really think my
contacts would be foolish enough to reveal their true identities to me?"
Canna asked, half-joking, and if she were not in so much pain she would
have actually laughed at the audacity of the question. "These are not
the type of people who leave calling cards, nor do they sign any sort of
guestbook. Surely you should know this or you would have caught them by
now!" she took pleasure in being truthful with the woman, and felt that
with people such as this at the head of the search for the Alliance they
would surely emerge victorious in the end.
A disgusted look flashed into those cool
blue-green eyes, not quite the mirror of her teacher's but they were
getting close. "Don't think you can get off that easily. What are the
names you contacted them by? Surely you still have some of the codes you
used for initiating the connections. Aliases or code names can work just
as well." Kia flushed a slightly, looking up at Serine apologetically,
she hadn't intended on just jumping in.
Serine was nearly in the process of
asking another question before Kia helped herself suddenly and quite
unexpectedly. Instead of an unfettered rage for any assumed disrespect,
she was extremely pleased Kia was taking to interrogation so well! And
had legit questions that could prove to be useful for the Empire, which
Serine had not taught her, Kia had picked this up on her own. The
Inquisitor was going to have an excellent apprentice ... and together they
would eventually be Tremayne's undoing. "Indeed." She sided with the
young Kaen's reasoning before including her own. "I am also interested
to know how you were informed of your impending arrest. You had been
expecting it. Were you not?"
"Aliases? Code names? My dear, surely
you do not think this is some cheap thriller on the HoloNet do you?"
Canna chastised her once more, somewhat pleased at how little they
seemed to know about the Alliance and their innerworkings. "Yes. Of
course I was expecting it. Even a rudimentary investigator could
determine my security forces were ready for your little arrest. Not
ready enough to save me, but ready enough to do away with many of your
jackals," she explained, as the pain of the continued exposed wounds and
shattered bones continue to plague her. "I never contacted them. They
deemed it was too dangerous ... and it would appear it was. My contact was
a beautiful young woman and a middle-aged man who seemed more
pre-occupied with her than he did with me. But names? Code names? No
such thing. But do invent some for them. It will add such color to your
report, and I know how fond you all are of code names..." she smirked,
before falling back on the table, and feeling incredibly light headed
from the blood loss. "My role was mainly one of finance and providing
inspiration behind their recruitment efforts in the region. But I'm
sorry to say that your attacks on Ralltiir have done more to recruit for
the Rebellion than my speeches ever could," she concluded, her voice
sounding weaker by the moment, as her eyelids began to close from their
seemingly increased weight.
Serine had been vigorously trained by
her own Master Tremayne to be able to conclude when a prisoner was
telling at least what they believed to be true, and she was getting that
vibe from this woman unfortunately. The ex-senator was basically a front
and was not even privy to any working developments of the rebellion,
however she had been successful where the others had failed in
convincing her to talk which was a victory in of itself. The
Inquisitor's tactics were sound and her apprentice was growing quickly,
so overall, Serine was very satisfied in the proceedings. It was also
apparent that Canna was close to falling unconscious due to blood loss
and stress, it was a shame Serine had to actually care since this was a
high priority detainee. "I have no further questions." Said coldly
before she activated the comm to request medical staff to retrieve the
bleeding woman. It should be an easy fix for the skillful Doctor Tohan.
She turned to her apprentice as they were exiting. "I should mention,
Kia, that it will be always advantageous to you in the future to have a
working relationship with a skillful surgeon." It could be easily
inferred what the Inquisitor meant.
"A pity. Neither usable information, nor
a death I could make useful," Arden said with a faux disappointment,
minimizing the screen with the interrogation room. "Hmm. What else is
on?" she pondered, as she cycled between Grand Moff Rodney asleep at his
desk being comforted by Liliya, Kerrie frantically chasing
Ewwiekewwieikkie across the Star Destroyer's bridge, the newly arrived
Doctor Shuura being treated in sickbay by Doctor Tohan, and an
assortment of other similar displays. "Hmm. All reruns..." she frowned,
before walking away from the monitors to see about something to eat.