Tarkin stood solemnly on the command bridge, silently inspecting the nearby officers at their command stations. His concentration was interrupted however by a lieutenant who approached him. "Sir, the prisoner has arrived and is currently being detained in cellblock 94." Tarkin turns his head slightly in the officers direction and nodded in acknowledgement, "Thank you Lieutenant. I'll be down shortly." He replied sternly.
Once the Lieutenant was out of sight, Tarkin turned command of the bridge over to a nearby Captain, who was fidgeting nervously with a control panel. "Take over, Captain." Tarkin barked as he turned swiftly and began to make his way to the elevator. 'Pompous fool' he thought as he saw the Captain out of the corner of his eye.
The elevator opened with a jolt as Tarkin approached. He normally didnt visit the prisoners in lockup, but this was a special case. "...This should prove most interesting." He said with a thin grin as the doors closed.
After a long ride from the ry mine, to an Imperial Outpost, to now here, Eira Kasuloo is pushed into a cold cell block by two stormtroopers, "Stay here to rot," one trooper says closing and locking the cell door.
Eira checks out her tight cell block for any weaknesses to make a potential escape, but there is none. She sighs and wonders if anyone on the outside knows she was captured.
If there's one or two things Eira hated, it was the cold and Empire, and right now she's loathing in a cold Imperial detention room. Yet, she sits down on the only place besides the floor, a pulled out bench which she assumes is her sleeper as well. There's not even a blanket nor sink in here.
Eira decides to make the most of her terrible situation by curling up on the bench to collect her thoughts. She would find no comfort here at all, and could only guess what the Empire would do with a renowned warrior in the Twi'lek Resistance Movement and secret rebel operative and captain/founder of the small rebel cell, The Renegades.
Within a matter of moments, the elevator doors opened and Tarkin stepped onto the detention center floor, startling the officer on duty, who was seated at his station. Jumping up to attention, he said, "I...um...Sir! This is a pleasant surprise." Tarkin glared at the clutter on the ground and then at him. "Suprise yes, but hardly pleasant. I'm here to see our newest guest. Where is she?" The officer quickly fumbled through a manifest before yelping out, "..Cell 14" Without a response, Tarkin headed in that direction.
Walking down the corridor, he listened as his boots echoed across the durasteel floor. Stopping abruptly in front of Cell 14, Tarkin pressed a button on a nearby control pad. The door opened instantly. He straightened his uniform and cautiously stepped in through the doorway. Spotting the Twi'lek curled up on the bench he remarked sarcastically, "...I trust these quarters are to your liking?"
"I'd very much prefer a cell with a window," Eira sits up, "that way I can count all the star systems the Empire will never have."
"..Charming." Tarkin replied sarcastically as he looked around the cell. The lack of available space was almost suffocating, not to mention the smell. No doubt left over from the previous occupant. "Apologies my dear. But with a person of your importance, one can not take any chances."
"Look," Eira tries to shift her gaze off of the looming powerful figure that is Tarkin, "You don't have to strike me with flattery. I know why I am here, and I also know that my status as a Rebel would be a waste if I die. So, if you didn't pry yourself away from your busy duties to negotiate, then with all due respect, Moff, leave me in this cell and all I'll ask for is a blanket."
Tarkins demeanor changed slightly as his back stiffened upon hearing her reply. "...You are mistaken, my dear. The Empire does not negotiate with rebels, especially rebels of your particular caliper." Tarkin clasped his arms uniformly behind his back as he paused for a moment. "..However, if you are willing to devulge military information I could see to it that your stay with us would be more....comfortable." he said while glancing at the room once more.
"Right. Only negotiate with the enemy when it suits you. How crookedly advantageous." Eira remarks folding her arms and finally peeling her gaze off of him.
There would be no cracking this prisoner, for Eira's resilience has proven time and time again to be her strongest character traits. She felt that the Grand Moff and his Imperial followers would be wasting their time believing she'd share information, besides, what information does she really even possess other than what the Empire doesn't already know?
"..Pity your not more cooperative. Although most rebels rarely are." Tarkin reached in his pocket and pulled out a small holopad. "...It seems they have to be persuaded." Slowly he pressed the center panel, activating it. Instantly responding, the device projected a blue rotating orb above it. "..Such a lovely planet, Ryloth. Thats your home world, yes?"
Eira arose from the bench quickly, her heart began beating like a fast drum. "Ryloth has been deprived of many joys for generations, you wouldn't dare be so cruel to harm them," Eira fumes, raising her voice nervously. "Leave my planet out of this. They have nothing to do with the Alliance. They're..." she looks down, "they're just a coalition of fighters protecting what's left of their home." Eira plumps back onto the bench, saddened. "That's all." she stares at the floor.
Tarkin smiled. "..Such passion and fire for your people. You do them credit." Deactivating the device he continued, "...You are indeed a resilant people. Your slave labor has served our refueling depots there well." His head turned slightly as if lost in memory. "..But I digress. Now, clearly we know your with the Resistance and are at least partially connected to the rebel alliance." Tarkin tone became more harsh, "..I want to know the location of the rebel cells on Ryloth....They have become somewhat of a nuisance of late and require our attention."
"Well then," Eira clears her throat for the bold statement that she's about to fess up to Tarkin, "As one of the Twi'lek Resistance's generals you have my attention."
"Excellent." Tarkin said with a thin grin. "I expected a little more resistance, but we appear to be making progress." Gesturing with his hand, he continued, "..It seems your rebel friends are content on blowing up our fuel depots. So much so that quelling sabotage missions has become a daily activity. The Empire has grown weary of their foolish endeavours and seeks to eliminate the problem with one swift stroke." Pausing for a moment he added, "That, my dear is why we need you to tell us where these rebel cells are."
"If sabotaging a few fuel depots is so problematic for you, then I'd say it's hardly justifiable." She crosses one leg over the other and flips her left head tail over her shoulder, "My people, my culture has been the focal point of many invaders for generations before me. Today, it's your regime. I will cooperate only if you relieve the Moff who controls Gaulus Sector. Otherwise, you might as well order my execution because I'll be the first line of defense for my people."
"..Such determination. Pity your not an imperial. We could use someone like you." Tarkin remarked. "..The Gaulus sector." He repeated as he placed his hand under his chin in concentration, as he routinely done. "A sector of the Outer Rim territories, that if memory serves is run by Moff Delain Mors,yes? And your not happy with the job he is doing there?"
"Oh please. Am I not too rebellious? I believe radical is the term you Imps like to toss around freely." Eira leans back glaring at Tarkin keeping her arms folded.
"It is." she then chuckles a bit, "Has your age allowed memory to fade?" She finds humor in her futile insult.
Tarkin's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed as he silently acknowledged the insult. "Radical is hardly the word I would use to describe you." He replied with venom as the flickering light above them casts a shade over half his face. "I can assure you that word is merely a term used by greedy,squabbling politicians on the HoloNet broadcasts to soothe their guilty consciences....and there are none here." He said grimly. Taking a small step in her direction he continued. "I, however, have a much more simple term for you and your pitiful little band...This so-called rebellion is nothing more than a cancer, infecting everyone it touches. Filling their minds with defiance while simultaneously disrupting the very foundation on which this Empire stands." Tarkin's voice grew shallow as he added, ".. And it is because of that very reason they must be eliminated if we are to proceed forward."
Eira listened to the hollowed, frail man as he spoke chillingly about the Rebellion. Spewing nothing but total lies. Mere garbage that she just shook her head at every word.
"The foundation the Empire was founded on was full of deceit that betrayed the Republic." Eira sits up straight, clenching her fists, "And no, the Alliance are liberators for justice and freedom."
"Aaahhh....It would seem you actually believe everything the rebel propaganda ministy proclaim." Tarkin replied shaking his head slightly. "...But no matter. When and or if you reveal the hidden rebel cells on Ryloth I will see what can be done about transfering Moff Mors."
"Likewise." Eira quips back at Tarkin's contradictory remark about propaganda. She needn't to say anymore on that, because it's a wide truth that the Empire spews misinformation for either political and military gain. Eira believes its the only reason they continue to exist and that it's not enough to fight soldiers anymore as it to fight the ideology.
Tarkin was silent for a moment, trying to control his frustration. "...I grow tired of asking this, so I won't do so again. Where are your rebel friends located?"
"Beyond your jurisdiction." she asserts hoping her ability not to succumb would enrage Tarkin enough he'd enact a different method of interrogation. Anything to shut this ghostly figure of a monstrous excuse of a man up.
Reaching in his pocket once more, Tarkin pulled out the same Holopad as before. He activated it with a flick of his thumb, although this time the holo display of Ryloth didnt appear. In its place was a Imperial battleship. "..Magnificent isn't it." Tarkin said with pride. "..I probably shouldn't be showing you this, but since we're such good friends and you don't appear to be going anywhere I see no harm in it." He said sarcastically. "This is an Imperial I-class Star Destroyer. The Executrix. My personal flagship."
Tarkin held hand up a little higher so the display could clearly be seen. "Its nearly complete. The only thing that remains is for the turbo lasers to be calibrated." Pausing for a moment he added, "I was hoping some of your villages could help with that? Perhaps we could start with your village....Olakri?"
