Stuck In The Middle With You [BTS & Invited guests]

[Miss Blonde]

Lined up in a row and tied to steel chairs were the "Super Commandos" and others taken as prisoners from the Nar Shadda raid were about to be pumped for information regarding the whereabouts of the Dar'Manda known simply as Face. Now Miss Blonde normally didn't muddle in the affairs of Mandalorians but when you shot at her men it became personal. So what exactly was the woman planning on doing to the prisoners? Starving them? Sleep deprivation? Water boarding?

These were all playground torture tactics. No she had something better in mind, she had hired one of the galaxy's most expensive and best torturers to handle the job. [member="Thraxis"] was the man with the plan and while he and [member="Keira Ticon"] would be drilling information out of the former Mandalorians, Miss Blonde would be handling the less important ones, the ones that were more connected to the criminal underground aka [member="Silver Fall"] and a few other palace guards. They were of course being held in another room at the Black Tie black site.

"Make sure you get anything you can about Face, real name, where she's from, family, anything and everything." Blonde said as she stepped out of the room where the mandos were being kept.

Traveling down the hall Miss Blonde was handed a hot cup of caf before entering the room where the other prisoners were being held. Upon opening the door she'd be greeted to the sight of four former palace guards including Silver Fall tied to heavy metal chairs with a single dim light above head illuminating the room.

"So I just have a few questions for you all, then you'll be free to go. How you decide to answer these questions will of course decide how unpleasant this has to be." pulling up to her own chair the woman approached the prisoners and sat down.

Reaching to her side she pulled a few sugar packets from her side and began to stir them into her coffee.

"You guys ready?" she asked nicely.

 

[Silver Fall]

Silver woke with a shock to the system. Pain shot from her jaw like a wave. Her vision was blurry and mouth felt like it was full of lumpy Corellian mashed potatoes. Some light from above didn't reach the corners, did a real poor job of lighting this room. A quick ponder on that shifted to the fact she was immobilized. Silver struggled with her bonds but they wouldn't break free. Memories of the attack came back. It would seem from her situation they'd lost, her and the other 3 she was with. "We lost huh? Kark."

The door opened up and in stepped [member="Miss Blonde"]. All she wanted was some answers and she'd set them free. Soshe said. Silver didn't buy it, nor would she take a woman's word who just massacred them for all the Aurodium in the galaxy. Between a rock and a hard place. Silver had no plan, and she knew no one was probably coming to kick open that door to rescue her. It all seemed to rest on cooperating with this lady. Silver spat out a glob of coagulated blood on the floor. That was how she felt towards her though. Blondy was scum, operated on no level of respect if all this said anything about her to Silver. She'd also get a scowl from her too.

 

[Thraxis]

There he sat, in a wooden and uncomfortable chair, he sat, his hands bouncing up and down on his lap as he whistled the time away. A large duffel bag filled with everything a good torturer should need. Except more. At the back of the room a young upstart Gammorean sat, his face screwed at least as much as a Gammorean could screw his face, standing only 5' 4 he was a runt of his litter and while the rest were busy fighting he got the pleasure job of assisting Thraxis. Laying on his back a large wooden device sat,

Thraxis looked to Miss Blonde, a brow raised as his fingers stiffened, his neck cracking as he stood up, "Yep. Standard procedure I think." he said with little confidence, this was the first time he could recall being hired by someone of actual power, the Cartel not withstanding. "C'mon Lent. We got work to do and time to kill." he said as he stretched his back cracking all down his body as he walked to the door, slowly creeping it open as he peered through, looking at the three lucky contestants.

He held the door, for Lent, moving through with duffel bag in tow and the rack on his back he slowly walked in, placing the rack on the ground as he fell to the ground, he was to watch and be an assistant not to get involved himself. "Okay, set up the camera, I want to add this to the Archives Lent." he said as he watched Lent grunt and moan the whole time, he thought he was a fighter, it was the pride of a Gammorean to be one, especially if they had a little something dangling between their legs.

"Okay then, lets get the formalities out of the way now shall we?" he said as he slowly removed his helmet, a faint whiff of stale blood slowly seeping out as he tried to run his hand through his hair, getting caught on small traces of blood that kept it strangled and messy, "My name, is Thraxis." he said with a bow as his arms reached over his head, his digits extending to the Gammorean, "And this is Lent, today we shall be your hosts, as well as!" he paused for a second, landing on his knees hard as he jazz hands towards Keira, "I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name. Would you like to do the honors?" he said with a smile, his voice laced with an uneasy feeling of joy and happiness, something few torturers ever seemed to show.
[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Silver Fall"]

Miss Blonde didn't care much for Silver's attitude, especially when she spat blood onto her floor. Not like the floor hadn't had its fair share of blood on it but come on, that just wasn't nice. But before Blonde would have to punish silver she'd have to share a little information with the mercenary about them losing. Hopefully it would help her understand the gravity of the situation she was in, and let her be a bit more compliant with the crime lord.

"Oh yes, you guys lost big time. Grakkus the Hutt, his wife, and his baby slug, all dead. To be honest normally I feel slightly bad when children are killed, usually have a bit of guilt on my mind before a good cup of coffee fixes it right up. But this time around it was more satisfying knowing there were three less Hutts in this galaxy that I have to deal with." Blonde then swirled around her steaming hot coffee and looked at it.

"So yeah, you lost." Blonde then looked down to her coffee that was fresh out the pot. She lifted her gas mask ever so slightly to show her mouth in order to take a sip, and once she had the woman lowered her mask again and let out a satisfied mmmm.

"That's good Caf." She said in a relaxed voice.

Taking that cup of piping hot liquid she threw it forward at Silver's face to splash it on her. It wasn't going to leave any second degree burns or permanent damage, but it would burn quite a bit maybe causing burns in the first degree.

"Let's drop the tough girl routine!"

 

[Mr. White]

White stood behind [member="Miss Blonde"], arms crossed in an unintentionally intimidating posture. Smoke rolled out of his mouth as he took a puff of his cigarette. He eyed all of the soon-to-be torture victims in front him, wondering which ones could provide the Ties with valid information and which ones would be needlessly would be needlessly interrogated.​

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The hitman eyed everyone in the room. [member="Thraxis"] seemed confident in his skills as a torturer as he unabashedly smiled at his victim. Personally, White found it unprofessional to smile and hold idle chat with the torturees. Everyone had their own ways of coping with the sins they were committing, he supposed.​

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[member="Keira Ticon"] was obviously a force user, the aura radiating from her telling him that much. He remembered her on the wanted posters from his old SIS days. She was not one to be trifled with.​

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In the meantime he would silently wait and observe. He hoped to at least do a little interrogating while he was there, wanting to prove himself useful to the Syndicate. He was very skilled in the field of torture, hopefully something Blonde would make use of at some point. He exhaled once more, a stream of smoke rolling out of his nostrils. It would be an interesting day.​

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[member="Silver Fall"]​

 

[Keira Priest]

Torture was one thing Keira frowned upon. In her life she had undergone multiple up-close-and-personal experiences being on the wrong side of such a practice, and had no desire to subject others to the same. Least of all her own people. Or, well, she supposed they were considered dar'manda at this point, but the sentiment was still the same. It didn't help that the one she accompanied seemed to find some kind of enjoyment in it all, which had been the case for her previous captors throughout the years. All of this brought too many memories dangerously close to the surface, but Thalia had done her part to help soothe the idle thoughts. That was part of the reason she had come fully armored. The other half had been intimidation.

"Remind me again why you agreed to this when you most likely knew it would trigger some unpleasant memories." The voice of the AI was silent to the outside world, just as her own response would be in turn.
"Because this is expected of me. Maybe not directly, but these matters concern the Crusaders, and I'm a Warmarshal. This is just part of the job."
"There are two others."
"Okay, fine, I'm the only one that gets anything done most of the time."
"Fair enough. Someone should really do something about it."
"At this point I'm used to it. Besides, I've got a better grasp on our politics."
"There are no politics in this."
"No, but there are second chances. Just wait."

The back-and-forth helped to keep her mind mostly off of what was about to transpire, though she was brought back entirely to reality when [member="Thraxis"] made his grand gesture in her direction, to which she only nodded. "My name isn't important right now. I'd say you lot have more pressing matters to concern yourself with." For the moment she was here to supervise and be sure things didn't get out of hand. Her presence would become more imperative later. Until then she would wait.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis paused for a second, not what he expected. But if that is how she wished to introduce herself, then he would let it be. "Okay then... moving on!" he said with a flare as his hands extended, his head bowed as Lent moved towards the bag, pulling out to Clamps with large Oven Heaters attached between each one of the clamps. "Good choice Lent, gonna be giving you a gold star on a chart I will make." he said as he put the two clamps between his hands, moving towards the Duffel bag and pulling out a large Speeder Battery. Slowly he paced back and fourth, two clamps in one hand, and a battery pack in another.

For a second, his smile turned bleak, a grimace spreading over his body before quickly snapping back to his grandiose adventure. He paused between the first two of them, looking to the third with a sadistic smile. He pulled the cord from the battery, putting it into the back of the clamps as the wire began to heat up, a large circle between the ends of the clamp as he slowly pressed them against each other, an almost metronome of a sizzle as the cold steel touched the other, slowly the coldness becoming a bright glistening orange that almost screamed as they pressed against each other.

He turned to Lent, a quick Nod as he walked to the two held down Guards, pulling their hands up as slowly the coils edged there way closer towards them, until even the heat from them started to sting at the flesh of their hands, before Thraxis fingers smashed against the ends, the heated coils sliding quickly down and searing their mark into the flesh, a quick agonized scream being loosened from the metal as the blood curdled beneath the heat and the veins were sealed shut. "Now then. Who wants to talk first?" a brow raised as his eyes bounced between the two of them.
[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Mr. White"]