Intelligence [First Order; PM to join]

[Krayn]

B A R K H E S H​

First Order Security Facility 2-4655-B

“Have the prisoner transferred to holding bay forty-six.” The First Order officer had issued the order the second the door of the Alliance-escape pod had been unsealed. Two stormtroopers and a third black-clad offical taking the order and grabbing the naval officer, clad in beaten Alliance beige before pulling him towards a distant corridor. This allowed the other inhabitant of the pod, clad in dark robes and ablative armour of the Stormtrooper legions to exit and stand to his full height. “I suppose you will be wanting to contact your order?”

“That will not be necessary.” The voice calibration within his helmet broke slightly as he spoke, creating twisted moment of true and darkened tone. Clearly the explosion aboard the Alliance ship had caused some damage to the Ren’s armour systems, a problematic, yet easily fixed problem. “I wish to continue my interrogation of the prisoner.”

“The prisoner is well catered for now Ren.” The Officer stood his ground with a slight smirk. “This is a secure facility of the Security Bureau and he will be processed as per our own methods.”

“No!” The Ren replied angrily, turning to face the Officer properly.

“No?” The Officer, who was older then most squared up to the dark clad warrior. “I’m afraid you don’t get an opinion on this one. This is a Security Bureau facility and while you reside within it you will answer to me as the highest authority within this facility.” He was adamant in his purpose. “You will have a day to organise your transport off world and return to your citadel. The Supreme Leader will be notified of your arrival here.”

“The Supreme Leader already is aware.” The Ren said quietly. “I carry his will and I will see to the prisoner myself.”

“I’m afraid you are not…” A finger moved to his throat, pulling at his tight collar. His eyes bulged as he looked towards the Ren with question.

“Your lack of understanding is most disturbing.” The officer dropped to his knees, his face now a blistering red as the Ren continued his blockage of his airways. “I pray you do not hinder my investigation further, the Supreme Leader would be most disappointed to hear that your command had to be replaced. Do I make myself clear.”
The Officer gave the run a hateful stare, cursing silently before a strained “Yes.” Escaped his lips. His next action would be full of trying to breath in every bit of air he could from his knelt position on the floor, unable to follow the Ren as he departed in a flurry of black robes.

 

[Krayn]

Anger, hatred, pain all of these are pathways to the dark side of the force.
They were words he remembered well, like a well practiced verse or a motto of a long forgotten people. Yet where once they were heeded as words of warning and unforgivable practices for the Ren they were now and forever would be a call of guidance against the taint that was the Jedi.

These were the thoughts that he moved through his mind, calling upon the blessings of his teacher and master. Hoping that he would be strong enough to remain within the darkness and continue his fight against the enemies of the Knights of Ren and by extension the First Order whom they held their alliance. In the corner of the room he had been assigned by the Security Bureau the white ablative armour he had worn during the space assault of the Alliance Flagship had been abandoned in a rough pile. Even his rough robe had been abandoned, leaving the Ren in the simple Black under tunic that made up his the bulk of his attire.
Agile fingers, still gloved flowed across the beaten helmet that was upon the table in front of him, manipulating small parts as they turned and twirled in the air. Guided by the force of the Ren they slowly clicked and pieced back together as he underwent the repairs necessary to allow it operate as it was intended.

A knock sounded from the door, followed by perfect silence. The Ren lifting the helmet from its position on the table and lowering it back across his head, sealing his identity within the mystery that was the messenger once more. “Enter.” He would call, his voice modulation perfectly manipulating his tone as the helmet always had. He would allow the door to open and the singular figure of a young dark grey clad officer enter.

“My Lord Ren, I am…” He hesitated, even through the well trained stance and brave face the dark side user could feel the fear he installed upon the officer, yet his professional manner dismissed it behind those steel eyes. “Lieutenant Abram Desat. I have been allocated as your assigned adjutant during your stay.”

“Liason?” The officer would not be able to see his eyebrow raise beneath his helmet. “You mean watcher in truth do you not? Is that not why the Commander has sent you, to report back on all that I do personally to him?”

“I…Yes Lord Ren.” He replied. “It will include having me accompany you during the interrogation of the prisoner as well as access to any and all communications in order to provide the relevant information to the Commander.”

Again that hint of fear. Yet his duty was greater, this impressed the Ren. “I do not require a clerks meddling fingers. However you have been truthful with me despite the Commanders apparent deceitful orders. You will accompany me, and I will allow you all that you require to present a satisfactory report to your commander.” He paused and stared down the Lieutenant who did not flinch. “Be careful however Desat. My patience is not without its limits.”

“That is fully understood.” Abram returned with a straightening of his back. “Now I will escort you to the cell where the prisoner is being kept.” He turned on his heel and presented the door to the Ren who marched out, but not before raising his hand towards the table and allowing his lightsaber to move with speed through the air and into his clenched fist.

“Excellent.” The Ren said before disappearing into the corridor beyond, giving the Lieutenant the first chance to breath properly since coming through the door they were now about to leave.