Interest and Interrogation

[Keira Cerdulan]

It wasn’t quite her finest moment, though wouldn’t exactly be the first time in a scenario like this.

[SIZE=11pt]Now, what exactly was this scenario? It is the simple case where swinging fists and trying to Pistol-whip people didn’t always work out so smoothly. The fighting on Rhen Var had been an utter disaster for Keira, and the fighting was hopeless for the rambunctious pilot; a pilot without a fighter wasn’t exactly much of a good fighter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And that fault has left her in the particular situation of being stuck [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]somewhere[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt], she didn’t actually know where “[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]somewhere[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]” was, just that she didn’t have a weapon, a flight suit, and assumed she was under arrest to some regard. Not her first time through this though, and in her usual style the young streetrat sat twiddling her thumbs without an ounce of fear within her heart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Now, what exactly she was here for was beyond her. Though she did vaguely remember verbally and physically assaulting some lady with glowing eyes on Rhen Var, one of “those” folk…..[/SIZE]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]​

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That somewhere was on Scherezade's ship, the Giggledust. The ship had been cleaned since the days it was full of empty booze bottles and body parts, though some of the latter still remained. The walls, which had been entirely covered in blood that the Sithling had used to cast her blood spell, were covered with pale pink sheets, hiding the words that were still there.

Scherezade had to admit that she was sort of proud of herself. The trip to Rhen Var had been… A complete failure. She'd gotten her butt stuck in the fence, and there were all these pew pew's and corpses and whatnot, and all for what? Sure, she and her mission partner got the information they'd gone in for, but otherwise it was… Well. It was what it was.

The main concern though was that Scherezade had dragged an enemy back home with her. That within itself was hardly a problem; the Crow that everyone thought was a Pathfinder was usually skilled at this sort of thing. The issue was, that this time the person she'd dragged back with her belonged to the Sith Empire. Technically, the action could've cost them the NAP agreement. So it was super important that no one knew of this, at least for the moment.

So, instead of restraining, Scherezade had opted for something else. There was a sleeping bag that the prisoner could use, on the bottom level of the ship. Usually Scherezade just stored cargo there anyway. If her prisoner could climb a rope, she would be free to wander above as well, though she would find most rooms and especially the cockpit inaccessible to her.

But something the Sith had made sure of, was that her prisoner would be able to easily see the jar. The one that rested in the hallway, with a human heart in it, still beating. It was a small trophy that spoke volumes of what the Blood Hound could and would do.

Noticing on the monitor that her prisoner was awake, Scherezade grabbed a bag and slid down the rope into the cargo area, her green eyes full of amusement. Wordlessly, she sat down by the other woman, and took out various cuts of high quality cheeses, homemade sausages, and a few bottles of water.

"Good morning," she greeted her with a nod as she gave her a set of disposable utensils as well, "slept well?"

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

[SIZE=11pt]Keira knew the whole “butter up” trick, had been tried on her once or twice before back during her youth. The ye’ olden times of zooming through the stars as pirate chaff that refused to just lay down and die/take a laser-bolt for someone actually important. Rivals wanted the Corellian girl who knew no fear, and flew an Ugly like it was an actual fighter. The money was never worth it, nor were the “benefits”. So she stuck with her merry band.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Until they all died, of course.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But that wasn’t anything new, and the old memories didn’t phase her at all. It wouldn’t take long to see just how peculiar this captive was, for the sheer notion of “not being phased” seemed to be the biggest generalization about her demeanor. Nothing about this place seemed to make her afraid, even the still-beating brought only apathy on her face. Seems to be what happened when you worked with Sith for so long.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But, the captive had remained mainly isolated. Not wanting to risk snooping around, not yet at least. Rather have a good shiv before doing anything like that, open invitations rarely came without some sort of danger to them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The twig of a pilot sat cross-legged on the ground when [member="Scherezade deWinter"] entered, immediately speaking beforehand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Your ship is slow.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It wasn’t too much of a shock that a girl who’d lived most of her life in a cockpit knew what it felt like to be flying. Ignoring the more mundane questions, the Pilot spoke once again. Oozing the same amount of snark and sass as before.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Ya’ know, this ain’t my first time getting captured by a hutt. Try and fattin’ me up all ya’ like, I still won’t taste good.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And of course, the trademarked jests. Didn’t matter the conditions, being captured was still being captured.[/SIZE]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"Your ship is slow!" Scherezade retorted almost immediately with a frown. Her ship had one of the fastest hyperdrives that existed, it was made for speed. The entire point of the ship, along with its other four twins, was to ensure that the children of Shery deWinter and Lorcan Dessel could escape any sticky situation they found themselves in. Scherezade had merely taken the ship from one of their children, her aunt.

The rest… Scherezade sighed. She was used to being creatively called fat. She was a large woman by most measures anyway, it did little to phase her. The insult to the ship had been the bad one.

Still, with a friendly smile now, she neared her head to the other woman by a mere few inches, and inhaled loudly. "You smell like a human," she pointed out, "which makes you a human. I don't like to eat humans. Too stringy or too fat, not enough nutrition in the muscles, and carry a few dangerous bacteria that could make my brain start working on melting itself if I'm not sufficiently careful."

Next she just shrugged, and sat next to her.

"So how do we do this?" she asked, "do I need to get into your head against your will or something like that? Usually I just let other people take care of the whole interrogation thing because I don't have the patience for it. Hurting people for info is also super-boring. What do you want me to call you?"

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

"Girl you don't know the meaning of the word fast. Near death fast. Make ya' guts into liquid. That's fast. And this ain't fast. Big lug of a ship it is."

Pompous for a slum kid, who been an Imperial reject, and who had also been so hungover the day of an invasion she had easily been able to be captured. Punch was still good though. That'd never change, that little fist was a tooth knocker.

"Eh? Is this what they call "Human Smell"? I thought it was, "noshowerblasterandstupiddumbrebels". Or something stupid like that."

Yes, it was indeed painfully obvious nothing was going to phase the little pilot. Must of had something to do with the speed, rearranged her brains or something.

"HA! You really think I'm loyal to that lot? I had a literal and metaphorical gun to my head, didn't wanna waste my skills and execute me after I nuked a squadron and a half. But, if we're making deals. Gimme a cig and I'll answer any question ya' got."

Ciggarras weren't quite spice, but it was good enough to get a hit after being on the snail fest this ship was.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"Well I don't have a cig to give you, that chit is nasty," Scherezade answered, and crossed her arms across her chest. The little human was being more trouble than she was worth so far. And had a serious attitude problem. "Force, what's your childhood trauma?" she snigged at her.

But she heard her, all right.

Within a moment, Scherezade had one of her Dissuader K-30 Pistols aimed directly at her face. "So like this?" she asked with the sweetest of smiles.

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

"A line? Glitterstim? Hell, even a Deathstick with do."

Of course at the end of the day Keira knew that she would sadly have none of these things. Disappointing.

"Cademimu IV underbelly."

She didn't have much of a problem answering her rhetorical, being open about growing up on a dumpster of a planet never hurt. She didn't flinch when the pistol came out, fear was so foreign to the deranged little pilot.

"Bit like that, yeah."

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Like that, yeah. Scherezade nodded, keeping the gun aimed at the woman's head. She might have removed the safety as well – you never know. Unless you were paying attention. Still, it would've been better if the other woman just played along. Cleaning up acid glitter was a horrible task to do even under the best of circumstances.

"Right," she nodded, "so I got a gun aimed at your head. Who are you, what do you do, and do you have a next of kin I can mail your body parts to in case this goes all wrong?"

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

The pilot was unimpressed, greatly so. The sith were at least scarier with their weird crazy-eyes powers, and glowing doom rods. The actual guns weren’t the scary part, as if she knew how to be afraid. The questions were simple enough:

[SIZE=11pt]“Keira Cerdulan, Starfighter Captain, former Captain of Mastiff Squadron, current Captain of Raptor Squadron. Little ol’ me is all by myself. Can send it to the imps if ya’ want.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Wasn’t her first time going through this.[/SIZE]

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