Private I Will Not Ask Again

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Interrogation Room, NISB Black Site - Stygeon Prime
Tag: Lyssara Thrynn

Time was of the essence. For the moment, the amount of people in the Empire who were aware of the fact that a Force-sensitive Diarchy prisoner had been captured from Malachor could be counted on one hand. However, given the demands of holding such a high-profile prisoner in custody, Ivixa knew that number would inevitably increase.

It was why she needed to interrogate the prisoner now, so that she could outrun the corrupt, compromised NISB bureaucracy.

Ivixa entered the interrogation room as soon as the prisoner was secure inside a containment field, her golden-hued gaze scanning across the space as she did. The room itself was rectangular in shape, the architecture and styling done in a nondescript style so as to confound the prisoner inside. In a small chamber at the end of the room was a fist-sized chunk of synthetic Void Stone—a means to dampen the prisoner's connection to the Force.

Finding the room to her satisfaction, Ivixa then turned her attention to the prisoner. The short-statured Staff Agent’s eyes studied her features, taking in everything from the minute to the obvious. Having already received and studied the report from the assassin who had captured her, Ivixa knew her name, her profile, and her disposition.

She only needed to ask the woman a few questions, which she hoped might be answered without complication.

“Good evening,” Ivixa began as she entered the room accompanied by a pair of Attendants. “We tried not to keep you waiting for too long...Lyssara Thrynn, is it?” The Asa’nyx spoke as she made her way towards the containment cell. “I have some questions to ask you this evening, which I hope won’t be too pressing or...difficult to answer. We just need to inquire about a few things regarding what transpired on Malachor V.” She explained in a tone that was equal parts sweet as it was patronizing.

“Would you like any treats before we begin?”

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I see someone entering the room where I'm currently being held. For reasons I can only guess, I've spent days in an austere cell, blindfolded, hands and feet bound tightly. Preventive measures, I suppose? They seem to know enough about me to counter my abilities—I haven't been able to teleport away.

They're clearly well-prepared. I have no idea what awaits me, but now I'm suspended in some kind of void within an interrogation cell. I'm cold, hungry, and definitely not in the best mood.

From the temperature alone, I'd guess I'm either high in the mountains, in a basement, or somewhere equally unpleasant. Whatever technology they've used to suspend me, it's working all too well. The sensation of floating yet being restricted is disorienting. I can feel gravity pulling at me, yet the machine ensures I stay in place. It's exhausting.

Lost in thought, I hear footsteps approaching. Silhouettes emerge into view, and among them, a strikingly blue-skinned woman strides forward, flanked by Imperial soldiers.

I can't help but wonder what methods they'll use to extract whatever they think they want from me.

The woman offers me… candy. Candy? While I'm suspended midair? How exactly am I supposed to eat that?

"I wouldn't say no to the candy, but you'll have to help me eat it."

It's not like I can manage it myself, what with my arms pinned tightly to my sides and floating like this. She responds by stating her intent to ask questions questions about the recent battle. Well, that's a problem. I'm not exactly the person she's looking for.

"I'm afraid I can't help you with Malachior, I'm just a guard dog, following orders from my superiors. You're treading on thin ice, I should warn you."

The warning is genuine. If she's done her research, she knows I'm not privy to high-level strategies. My orders were simple: infiltrate, steal the artifact, and get out. That's all. I have no knowledge of their broader plans, nor any idea how they obtained the intelligence that led to their moves.

"As you may know," I continue with a disarming smile, "I'm Lyssara Thrynn. My expertise lies in research and scientific development."

Despite the predicament I find myself in, I keep my expression warm and approachable. A little charm can go a long way, even when floating helplessly in the void.

Ivixa Nera'kas

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Interrogation Room, NISB Black Site - Stygeon Prime
Tag: Lyssara Thrynn

“Take her down.” Ivixa said to the two attendants. Immediately, the pair moved to shut off the containment field, with one operating the control console while the other stood ready to receive the prisoner as she fell to the ground. As soon as the field was turned off, the woman was guided into a chair, with one hand restrained by a stun cuff while the other was left free.

Moments later, a third attendant arrived in the room carrying a large tray of various desserts, which he gently set down on the table in front of Lyssara before taking his leave.

"As you may know," I continue with a disarming smile, "I'm Lyssara Thrynn. My expertise lies in research and scientific development."

“Oh? Thin ice? Elaborate, please. On everything, if you would be so kind.” Ivixa replied, her brows rising in equal parts surprise and awe. Such bravery, she mused to herself. “In the meantime, I will...” The short-statured Asa’nyx extended a hand out across the table and grabbed a small flimsiplast plate and large, chocolate-covered donut for herself. “Enjoy this.” She stated, before taking a bite from the sweet, rich, chocolatey pastry!

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

As surprising as it may seem, she agrees to let me come down from there, and I finally set foot on the ground after a long time in the air. It was, to say the least, extremely unpleasant! I felt the full weight of my body, and my limbs are numb due to the position I was held in.

This gives the officers plenty of time to grab me. I'm dragged to a chair where I'm forced to sit, and I'm restrained to it with a handcuff connected to the chair, which, of course, serves as a reminder that I'm still a captive. If they wanted to, they could just as well lock the other hand, completely depriving me of even the little temporary freedom I have.

My eyes widen as I see the tray of confectionery arriving. She wasn't joking when she said she wanted to give me some. However, I'll have to figure out how to eat. I'm so hungry that I don't think twice I grab one of the cakes with my free hand and devour it in an instant because I'm absolutely starving.

"Well, for elaborate i told you all of i know about malachior operation. I am sorry, i can't help you with this thread. I know nothing of my superior, sorry, i would help you, but i can't. That's why i tell you you are in thin ice... Ask me for other you want, but for Malachior, i am clear, i am not the good person for that's."

She tells me to also mentally prepare for what's to come because I very likely won't like it. I might as well take advantage of this moment to regain even a bit of strength with these pastries it's better than nothing.

"What do you want from me exactly?"

Maybe they want me to dance for them? Sing? It's quite unlikely since I'm tied to an interrogation chair. I can see the officers scrutinizing my every move, watching for any sign of rebellion to punish me at the slightest opportunity.

As for Malachior, I've told them everything I know I really don't know anything more. That warrior gave me a proper beating; I'm more of a scientist than a seasoned fighter.

Behind this gesture with the pastries, I know it's probably a way to better manipulate me. I've also sensed that the atmosphere has shifted—and not in my favor. Alas, I can't yet use the Force as long as I'm in this room; it cuts me off from it. There's nothing I can do about it. Ugh, I'm thinking too much like a Sith… I have ichor too, and if there are walls here, I suspect I might be able to teleport behind them. I weigh the pros and cons mentally.

"Well? I know you want results; otherwise, I wouldn't be tied to this chair, right?"

I look at the tray it's now empty. Everything has been consumed, and I didn't even bother to check if there was poison inside. Oh well, I was too hungry.after dinner, one of the second officers places my secondary hand back on the chair and comes to close the chain, so here I am totally at their mercy on this chair. I lost all sense of time here.

Ivixa Nera'kas