Interrogation
17 Jan 2017Orkekum
Interrogation.I’m sitting here in my Imperial Eagle in an ice ring, watching the star’s light glisten through ice crystals on the edge of the asteroids. My mind is fading between various plans and experiments. I almost forget what I...
The internal comms crackle to life and rough voice is heard through the speakers. “What? W-where am I?”
I let out a sigh as my daydreaming is interrupted and return my gaze to the occupied escape pod in front of me. The small gray box with a small window floated in front of my ship was now showing some movement inside.
“What!? Who are you?! Why am I in here? Answer me, immediately!” the man shouts from the pod. It is at rest, gently floating near the asteroid I was admiring.
“Oh, so you did wake up. I was afraid you’d overdose on the drug I gave you, knowing your weak heart.” I hiss back into the comms.
“Huh? What are you talking about!?” the man replies.
“I asked a cute slave to spike a drink of yours. Naturally, you gladly drank it and willingly stumbled inside the pod.” I reply, a smug grin on my face. “Now, my good sir, I will tell you a name and you shall tell me his location...
“Terry, Terrible Terry. Where is he?”
“I will never give his location away, not to a monster like you!” he replies screaming.
I pull the trigger on my iEagle, only one hardpoint deploying. The top one, just behind the cockpit. An Imperial Hammer. Still holding the trigger the railgun fires three shots just missing the escape pod sending rock and ice flying some of it colliding with the pod, which the inhabitant clearly was not enjoying. I could tell by listening to the screams, shouts, and threats.
“I don’t think you are in a position to argue.” my grin widens as I enjoy the power I have over the man. “I have this wonderful hammer and, as you can see, I could use some target practice. Now, let us try again. The location of Terrible Terry, if you please.”
The microphone transmitting his short erratic breaths.
He’s panicking. I think to myself. Good, let him sit there in his excrement for a while, maybe that’ll soften him up.
The suspicious business man in the pod began to whimper as the reality hit him, bending him to my will. He started mentioning systems, planets, stations, and times. Meanwhile, my ship computer was recording it all.
“W-will you let-” the man was probably asking to be released. However, it was in vain, for I had already turned off the radio.
I then squeeze the trigger tighter. Three rail slugs impacted the pod, which popped very nicely, well... would have probably popped if I could hear anything in the vacuum. Shortly after admiring the debris, I turned my ship and hurried off towards home base. I have much to do.
* * * * * *
Arriving an hour later at Shajn Market, after a short supercruise trip in Kamadhenu, I land on a pad and impatiently wait until the platform has stopped moving into hangar. I turn the ship off and grab the data drive with the information gathered from the former businessman and walk to the rear of the ship. I hop down from the ship and hail a ride to my apartment after taking the lift out of the hanger.
I step inside the door to my home and it closes behind me, automating the blinds to open to present a beautiful view of the docking bay. I remove my Remlok flightsuit which consists of full body covering, helmet, gloves, and boots, My underwear is the only thing covering my pale skin for a short while as I pick out some more comfortable clothes to put on. Soft black pants, white shirt, and a black coat… yes, that will do nicely.
A large shiny black serpent slithers its way towards me. The Serpent lifts its head up to greet me and I take its large head in my hands. Though not fully biological, it feels lifelike as the unnatural pieces on her body are sparsely seen and most are under the skin and scales.
“I’ve missed you too Manda.” I speak softly to the ten meter long cybernetic snake.
I look around the simple yet functional room. In the main room a large couch and oppose of it a bookshelf with a collection of old world books, made of real paper. Rarity and obsession.
The wall behind the couch is split in half with a door. One half of the wall has a collection of swords and daggers, the other half a collection of vintage firearms. Behind the locked door are my private quarters. Of course, the door has a smaller door by the floor for Manda the serpent to slither through at will.
The serpent slithers its way over to the black leather couch, resting its head on the table. By a single command a screen lowers in front of the bookshelf. I place the data drive on the table and the computer built into the table reads contents and places the information out onto a galaxy map on the screen.
I move myself to the couch, Manda moves its head onto my lap, and just sit there a while gently petting the warm scaly head.