Inquisition Blues

[Asher Malvern]

Bothawui~Imperial Garrison Landing Pad​

17:00HRS​

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There was a cool breeze flowing over the surface of Bothawui when Krieg's shuttle touched down. He had cycled his optics to offline for the duration of his flight, deciding to drift into a few hours of much needed meditation. Though Krieg was far from a devotee to the Force as a religion he knew that for the body to be strong the mind must be stronger.

The doors to his shuttle slid open and the Inquisitor reactivated his optic prosthetics. To each side of him were his escorts, four soldiers hand picked by the Inquisitor. They had the jet black armor and iron bearing of the Empire's most prestigious and deadly special forces unit, the Death Trooper's.

Standing to his full height he clasped his hands behind his back as he made his way onto the landing pad. His escort followed closely behind him, needing no order nor gesturing for them to know when to move and when to halt. Awaiting him on the landing pad was an Imperial Officer, clad in the faded green uniform of his branch. "Good evening my lord, it is my honor to welcome you to-"

Krieg promptly passed the man, feeling no inclination to listen to the man's welcome speech.

My ass gets kissed enough as is. He mused, making his way towards the Garrison entrance. "W-we have been expecting you sir, the entire Garrison is ready for your inspection, I am sure you will find we are at peak operating condition."

"I am not here to inspect your operation, Commander. My mission is a far more precise focus, and possibly more pressing." Krieg's metallic voice finally found life as he uttered his piece to the man.

"B-but we though-" The Imperial Officer began.

"That will be all, Commander." Krieg dismissed, feeling no reason to listen to the political kissing up of the Empire's military.

With that the Imperial officer was left behind the blast doors as Krieg and his men made their way through the threshold. With the confidence of a man who had been there for years, Krieg navigated the Imperial Garrison without fault, until finally he found himself in the barracks. His metallic optics scanned the area as stormtroopers moved about their business. Many exchanged looks as they saw the detail set in their barracks, yet none were foolish enough to question it.

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[NT-6922]

Natassia was looking down at an old photograph from her young days in the Galactic Empire - the original one, that was. She slid it back into her pack as the memories flooded back into her, claiming a groan of displeasure out of her. Rising to take her helmet, she looked down at it. Just like the rest of her armor, it looked tribal, savage. Borderline unacceptable for most Imperial officers. But she didn't care. If someone had a problem with it, they'd have to say it to her face... and she wouldn't be above showing them who was truly in charge.

Standing up from her bed, she started to wander around the barracks, greetings the people she knew, stopping for a word or two. That is when she saw him. [member="Krieg Merriden"] , the Inquisitor, and his honor guard of Death Troopers. Immediatly, she felt her heart beating faster and faster, adrenaline rushing through her body. Before he could even notice her, she slipped her helmet on, putting her "war face" on, as to avoid her natural self to be damaged by the stress of combat she was experiencing. Not only did Inquisitors unnerve and displease her, but the way he looked and marched, reminded her too much of the man who caused the downfall of the Empire, and showed to be perhaps one of the most cruel in it... Darth Vader.

Taking a step back, she incoherently looked around, searching for a way out, the personas blending in her mind, the need to escape, to put distance between that man and herself rising and rising.

 

[Asher Malvern]

Krieg stretched out with the force, his mind attempting to focus through the loud whirring of his breathing apparatus. It was distracting, nearly to the point of being maddeningly so. The distraction stopped the man from identifying his target, yet he could feel the tension, the nervousness, but most of all he could feel the unsettling fear behind the visit of a member of the Empire's Inquisition. He turned his attention to one of the Death Trooper's, gesturing towards the main entrance into the Barracks. "Seal the door's Sergeant."

Without hesitation the man turned back to the threshold, inserting his code cylinder that overrode the central computer, sealing the blast door's shut until he released them once more. As two of the Trooper's took up guard by the door the main hall fell silent, those who had been moving about were now in a freeze, watching the Inquisitor closely.

"I am looking for a soldier." Krieg began, the heel's of his boots making a soft tapping as he moved about the barracks.

"Adult, Female, Human type." He expanded, his metallic optics scanning the room as he continued to move through the gathering of soldiers. "Mid-twenties."

As he moved about the rest of his Death Trooper's forced the Stormtrooper's to move against the walls, clearing space for the Inquisitor. "Designation...NT-6922." He reached out with the Force once again, this time he could feel the tension in the room pointed to one individual, one trooper.

Krieg slowly advanced on NT-6922, his arms still clasped behind his back as his eyes never left her. He could sense her anxiety, her fear, and most of all he could sense that she was the one he was looking for. "Guten abend, trooper." He said, the black void of his mask's eye slots staring her down.

[member="NT-6922"]



*Mirilian*
"Guten Abend." - "Good evening."

 

[NT-6922]

"You've got to be frakking kidding me", she whispered to herself as the Death Troopers locked down the door. Fear let place to rage as the Inquisitor found her and walked toward her. She reaffirmed her stance, the tribal customization of her helmet and shoulder plate making her look more intimidating - and on purpose. "What's your purpose on this ship, Inquisitor?" She asked bitterly, standing to attention. She wasn't going to lose face, not before someone like him.

She hated the Force. It was cowardly, invasive, spying on one's mind; and so she did her best to shield her thoughts, to numb her hatred and her desire to rebel, to show this man and his lackeys that this room was filled with honest stormtroopers, people who charged toward certain death for the Empire. His presence here was unnecessary, and it only stressed good soldiers needlessly. Inquisitors were cowards! Given access to the best tech and escorts... except Alema. Alema, the one person, along with Zesiro, who stood up to her.

[member="Krieg Merriden"]

 

[Asher Malvern]

Once his target had been identified two of the Death Trooper's moved to detain her, producing a set of binders before the man held his hand up in declination. "No, that will not be necessary. Come, the Inquisition has business with you and I would see it concluded." Krieg turned away from the woman, making his way back to the Barrack's main entrance. The Death Trooper's standing guard released their lock on the main door, parting from their guard to allow Krieg and NT-6922 through.

On their way to the barracks the Inquisitor had made note of a set of open offices, up for use to any needing them, he decided to make use of one of those offices.

He gestured for the Stormtrooper to enter before looking to his Death Trooper's. "Bewachen." He ordered, gesturing to the front entrance, giving them enough information for them to know the Mirilian's command.

Krieg turned into the office, shutting the door before gesturing to the seat behind the desk. "Take a seat, Trooper." He ordered, pushing the seat that he would use to the side for the moment being. "Now, Trooper, I am Inquisitor Krieg Merriden. You may know why I am here, you may not, but there are two ways that I conduct business. The easy way and the hard way." He pressed his palms to the desk before gesturing for her to remove her helmet. As he did he removed his own Officer's cap, setting it on the desk with a soft thud.

"Now I will ask you a question, with each question you will provide an answer. If you do not provide an answer or provide me with one I believe is false we will shorten this process and I'll have you sent to an Imperial prison for insubordination, or have you executed." He explained, finally pulling the chair under him and taking a seat. The soft whirring of his breathing apparatus seemed to echo through the room as he produced a datapad from his trench coat.

He looked over the datapad for a few moments before speaking once more. "Of course I know all about your special condition. You have technically served the Empire far longer than most could dream of." He said, dryly.

"Born on Coruscant, enlisted rather young, lost your first squad back during your first enlistment." He said, scrolling through her file. "All in all an exceptional record. Very few citations and no marked counselings. You should be proud." He said. "But I am not here to discuss military excellence, I am here to discuss your time here on Bothawui, and your skirmish with the Rebel forces. I am here to discuss whatever it is you found, Lieutenant."

*Mirilian*

"Bewachen" - "Stand Guard"

 

[NT-6922]

Natassia's heart was pounding. Whatever the Inquisition was here for, she was smart enough to know it would be ugly. Still, she strengthened her resolve and sat down onto the chair, removing her helmet to reveal a stern expression hardening her features, her hands gripping the borders of the table, the robotic appendage barely controlled. She was having a hard time growing accustomed to it, and the varying degrees of pressure she could apply were far too varied for her to get used to - at least, for a moment.

"So, you know things about me", she said simply, looking at him in a manner that clearly implied, so what?
But instead, she sighed and passed a hand onto her forehead. "I lost my arm and one of my men to get that briefcase. I secured it before any Inquisitor could acquire it."
She was about to say it all, damn the consequences; if anything, she was honest, and it would be useless to play mind games against someone whose whole purpose was to decipher thoughts and body language. "The briefcase contained several items... firing solutions, fleet deployments, possible rebel sympathizers. That, I made sure my commanding officer would stumble onto. But there was something else in this briefcase we all paid so dearly to get", she sighed as she looked down at her robotic hand, a sad smile agitating her lips as she moved it around across the table. "A weapon of mass destruction. Gas powerful enough to kill an entire hive city - perhaps more."

 

[Asher Malvern]

The cooperation that the Trooper showed was to her benefit, though few were foolish enough to deny an Inquisitor the information they searched for. As she spoke he listened carefully, taking in all of the details that the woman had presented him with.

It was not until she spoke of the weapon of mass destruction that Krieg took a moment of pause, wrapping a hand around his chin as he considered what he had just been told. "A deadly gas? What do you know of it? A neurotoxin? An airborne virus? What?" He asked, pulling his hands into a steady clasp on the desk in front of him.

"Did the briefcase have plans for this gas, or the gas itself?" He asked curiously. "Why did you not show this to your command?" He questioned.

[member="NT-6922"]