Private The Debriefing

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Sith Stardestroyer, en route to Jutrand
Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Alana Calloway

Darth Anathemous leaned forward, hands steepled beneath her chin, elbows against the table.

That black desk and her robes were the only color in the otherwise empty room which, for all intents and purposes, was an interrogation chamber. Officially, Sith Trooper Alana Calloway was in no trouble, there was to be no interrogation, no needles or shock prods. Just a simple debriefing with one of the numerous sith commanders who took the field on Woostri not long ago.

Unofficially, Alana had already been debriefed by First Legion command.

This was about Tamsin Graves , about comparing her story to that of the last soldier who'd fought beside her in battle. It was no matter of distrust between Master and Apprentice, rather, Anathemous needed to know if that thing possessing her had hidden her memories again.

This soldier was her key to understanding just how powerful it had become.

Golden eyes tracked her movements as the Echani was brought in, aglow beneath her shaded hood. Not with hate, not quite malice, just shear focus. Seeing through deception, sifting for the truth and turning the puzzle into something digestible, that was her specialty.

It had kept her alive in this order for years.


"Please state your name, rank and operating number for the record." she said softly, her words clipped, formal and deceptively aristocratic.

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[Alana Calloway]

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The Debriefing​

Tags: Kaila Irons
Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
Slicing Glove
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Sentinel Tech Gloves
VKA-7J "Hurricane" Combat Stimulant
G1 Omni Link

Alana stepped forward with precise, measured movements, the kind drilled into her from the moment she had awoken into this new life. There was no hesitation, no flicker of emotion as she stood at attention before Darth Anathemous. Her dress uniform was neat, tidy, and showed nothing of significance. She was a measly corporal, nothing more. Her snow white hair hardly moved against the air within the room, nor did her red eyes seem to blink.

Her posture was rigid, her expression blank. Every motion, every breath, was calculated, controlled. Almost like a droid in some ways.

"Private Alana Calloway," She responded, her voice devoid of warmth, perfectly level. "Operating number 2275-01."

She did not blink. She did not shift.

There was no hesitation. No doubt.

Only compliance.

And through it all?

She wished someone could save her from this.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Alana Calloway

The sith's eyes widened hardly an inch, controlled, but surprised.

She recognized the echani.

But from where? It nagged at her, knowing that the details stuck out, but not why. It had something to do with those red eyes of hers, dark pools which stared back at her, unblinking, unnatural even to her own in some way. Though Anathemous would never admit it aloud, it was... disturbing.

"Take a seat, TK-2275-01." she gestured with a gloved hand to the seat across from her.

"During the battle, you met a girl. Sith, like myself. Short, raven haired, dark eyed with fiery rings, do you remember?"

Kaila's gaze never broke even as she reclined, searching the soldier's face for any hint of recognition, any sign that this was indeed the woman who served alongside her apprentice.

And any sense of familiarity which might reveal how she knew this woman.

"Can you recall your first meeting with her? Was this before, or during the invasion of Woostri?"

"Did she..."

Kaila pinched her chin in thought.

"Did you exchange names?"

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[Alana Calloway]

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The Debriefing​

Tags: Kaila Irons
Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
Slicing Glove
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Sentinel Tech Gloves
VKA-7J "Hurricane" Combat Stimulant
G1 Omni Link

Alana sat without delay, her movements seamless, mechanical. The chair was cold beneath her, the room sterile in its silence.

She stared straight ahead, her expression unchanging.

"Affirmative," She answered, voice flat, precise. "I encountered the subject during the invasion of Woostri. Initial contact occurred amidst active combat operations."

She did not blink. Did not shift.

"She identified herself as Tamsin Graves," Alana continued, tone devoid of inflection. "Engagement was brief. Operational circumstances necessitated cooperation. No further exchange of personal identifiers."

Her red eyes remained locked on the Sith before her, unwavering.

"Mission parameters remained unchanged. Further orders, ma’am?”

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Sith robes
Tag: Alana Calloway

Her eyes narrowed.

The way TK-2275-01 spoke, so precise, so efficient while staring unblinking, it was like speaking to a droid. Or perhaps... it reminded Anathemous of the possessed. A feeling she knew far too well.

"...these combat operations," she continued after a long pause.

"Describe them to me, what part did you and Graves play in the battle following first contact?"

There was more she wanted of course, Anathemous was known in her circles for being perhaps overly curious, but she had her priorities. First she would finish up the interrogation, which she predicted would merely confirm the story Tamsin Graves had told, then she would move on to more personal curiosities.

And she had just the tool for it.

The young Darth pulled away her hood. Blonde curls spilt from under the black silk in waves across her shoulders, and she began to pull a silver band from around her throat. She pulled it apart, and carefully set it atop her head.

A circlet, it seemed.

"After, tell me what you know of a sith called "Sokar."

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[Alana Calloway]

​

The Debriefing​

Tags: Kaila Irons
Armor:
S-6 "Eclipse" Class Legion Combat Armor

Weapons:
HG-88 Big Iron
SD-L1 Long Blaster
HESTIZO-201 "Silverrain" Vaccine
1 x VB-113 "Tidefall" Class Vibroblade
Gear:
Slicing Glove
DS-102 "Aegis" Personal Energy Shield
Sentinel Tech Gloves
VKA-7J "Hurricane" Combat Stimulant
G1 Omni Link
Alana's posture remained rigid, her expression unchanging save for the faintest twitch of her jaw. She had endured this kind of scrutiny before—dissected like an animal beneath the gaze of those who saw only tools, never people. It was familiar.

She answered with the same cold efficiency that had unsettled Anathemous in the first place.

"Following first contact, I came into contact with Graves and she inquired upon me to assist her in reaching a data center. We were soon met with an airborne enemy, which I believe to be a Jedi. Facing hostility, we engaged the enemy, leading them through several destroyed buildings and elevations. Midway through, Graves performed an arcane ritual and decorated me with what I believe to be blood, in the shape of runes."

She did not embellish. Did not hesitate. Every word was deliberate, measured. Even the rise and fall of her breath remained controlled, as if any deviation would be an unacceptable flaw.

“We fought the Jedi, and together we managed to score a hit, and sent the Jedi several floors below into a building, we lost contact soon after, and Sokar asked that I swear loyalty.”

Her gaze flicked to the circlet. The barest pause. A flicker of recognition, maybe—an understanding of what was coming next.

She knew this woman before, she was certain.

"Sokar," She repeated, the name turning over in her mouth like a blade, testing its weight. "This was identified to me shortly after we engaged airborne hostiles within a structure, I believe the entity created a dome of ice to protect us from another light based attack."

There was a twitch in her eye, recalling the description and putting it to a name-yes.

“I did meet Graves before this, at a dance.”

The faintest attempt to smile started then ended, as something kept Alana’s expressions in check.