Waking Up

A simple injection of sedatives administered at regular intervals had taken care that the two prisoners would not wake before they were intended to. Oh certainly they could have drifted awake as they were being taken to their new quarters, but only now were they allowed to wake back up. The room they were both put in was in truth not much of one, the outside sky, a muggy, cloudy day by the grey tones, allowed in at several points as the durasteel had rotted away over the years. An odd screeching sound could be heard, not quite that of nails dragging on chalkboard but certainly no less annoying.

Small cameras in the room, invisible to the naked eye, gave those outside the room a great view of the two within and at the first sign of them stirring, Rainier comes back from his daydreaming. The man was leaning against a far corner, the task of keeping an eye over the monitors left to others.

Brek sits at the monitors, his white-armored fingers gliding over a keyboard to alter the focus of the cameras. Every so often he does this, zeroing in Myiari's face. For whatever reason, the sight of her unconscious form seems to continually draw his contemplation, though for what reasons seem entirely uncertain. His expressions every time he allows himself a look range between anger, grief, and no small amount of fascination. Now, finally, he glances over his shoulder to Rainier, his featureless helmet clicking as he speaks through the metallic filter.

"Sir, I know it isn't my place to ask this, but I don't understand why we haven't taken them off-planet. It seems to me that places like this would be some of the first the Rebels would search through, and it's not as if we couldn't get them through the spaceport. What are we going to do with them here?"

Within a few seconds of waking, the full gravity of the situation hits Myiari like a brick of duracrete to the head, her face going pale and her expression shifting into one of abject fear. She quickly shuffles herself into a corner of the room - presum, drawing up her knees and clamping her hands over her ears, whimpering softly and shaking her head all the while, trembling. "This isn't happening," she murmurs to herself. "This isn't happening. Not again..." The screeching noise doesn't seem to help calm her nerves either.

Within a few seconds of waking, the full gravity of the situation hits Myiari like a brick of duracrete to the head, her face going pale and her expression shifting into one of abject fear. She quickly shuffles herself into a corner of the room - presumably furthest away from the door - drawing up her knees and clamping her hands over her ears, whimpering softly and shaking her head all the while, trembling. "This isn't happening," she murmurs to herself. "This isn't happening. Not again..." The screeching noise doesn't seem to help calm her nerves either.

The first thing the Senator notices as he comes to in the chair he had been deposited in is a throbbing headache that wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Looking around the room, Tokoga surveys their new surroundings. No doubt they were being watched, that would just be a question of where from. Wonderful. Simply wonderful.

"This isn't the time, Myiari," he says, frowning slightly at the curled-up medic with her hands clamped over her ears. "We have to stay focused. We need to know where we are...do you recognize that noise?" The last part is added more of an annoyed afterthought, but the source of that screeching might be a valuable clue.

"What am I supposed to do with a Senator and a medic? Imperial politicians are quite tedious enough without having to import enemy ones, and our doctors are good enough.", Rainier answers, a yawn let out before he begins to stretch, first his arms then his body turned this way and that and lastly, a few wild leaps first on one foot and then the other to end it all. All in all, a rather ridiculous show, especially with how lanky the man looks.

"Let's go then.", he says at last before walking towards the door that leads in, the doorknob turned and the entrance swinged wide open, walking past it, the task of closing it left to Brek. "Greetings, your dreams were pleasant I hope?"

Brek accepts the explanation in silence, following Rainier in wordlessly. He turns to shut the door, sealing it with a loud clang before retreating to stand at its side. His demeanor is crisp and military, his uniform utterly faceless and devoid of any individual characteristics. Unlike before, now he's just a stormtrooper, stoic and silent in a sheath of white plastoid. He scarcely moves, and any expression he might have in reaction to the events unfolding are obscured completely by the helmet. His posture remains utterly unchanging.

Myiari says nothing in response - not to the Mon Calamari's questions, and not to Rainier's - still cowering in her corner, and attempting to make herself appear as small as possible, pressing her back even further against the wall she sits against. Though her whimpers have lessened somewhat, she still seems stuck in her own little world, oblivious if not outright ignoring everything going on around her.

"Oh, yes. _Completely_ refreshing, it's been far too long since I last took an E-11 to the face; you'll have to do it again sometime." Tokoga quips, his words acidic with his distaste for the Imperial officer corps. "Just who are you, and what do you think you're getting out of capturing civilians on planets that don't belong to you?" He gestures pointedly at Myiari through the latter part of his sentence.

"Senator, please, we are not criminals, we do not kidnap people. Consider this a, what would be a proper term for this?", the question asked of the stormntrooper beside him and Rainier turns to look to Brek, although after a moment of staring at the unmoving features carved out on the helmet, he simply shrugs. "Your friend and yourself will be allowed to go very quickly, for that matter within a handful of hours if you cooperate. You have my word on that, but my word means little to you. Check on her, trooper, see that she isn't in real harm.", the slight interuption in his train of thoughts offered without so much as a glance to either Brek or Myiari. "Will you answer our questions and provide the information we want freely?"

Wordlessly, Brek strides forward to examine Myiari. Leaning down to look her eye-to-visor, he circles around, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder and give her a vague shake. "Cut that out," he snaps, his voice soft yet menacing as it echoes through his helmet. He gives it a moment or two before looking back up to Rainier, reporting somewhat unnecessarily, "She's in shell-shock, sir. Seen it before. She's barely even here." His voice is cold and dispassionate as he rises, returning to his post instead of lingering by the medic.

Again, Myiari scarcely responds. She shies away from Brek's hand when he grabs for her, her body becoming more tense for a few brief moments before she further wedges herself into the corner, her whimpering resuming.

"I will do no such thing," Tokoga crosses his arms defiantly. Rainier is quite right--he's had experiences with the Empire before, and the word of an Imperial officer is worth less to the Senator than the time it takes him to hear it.

The room itself was not particular large, but as he looked back at the doorway, it swinged open, or rather it opened a few moments later. A pair of men in outfits similar to Brek's enter, one of the stormtroopers carrying a small table and the other a pair of chairs. One chair is placed beside Tokoga, the table in front of that and the second chair on the other side of that. Rainier taking the one facing Tokoga's. "Sit down please, I will explain to you what the rules for the time you are under my care."

The grey-haired man turns to Brek, "Please go ahead and bring the medic to the living. But do not be too rough with it, it wouldn't serve our purpose to have her sustain critical damage yet."

Brek steps aside to permit the entrance of his compatriots and returns to his place by the door. One hand settles onto his E-11, squeezing tightly as though for reassurance. His helmet turns, first to Myiari and then to the Mon Calamari Senator. Then his focus returns to the wall opposite, his demeanor suggesting that he, as well as the medic, is taking a backseat to the events occurring in the cell. Even his breathing can scarcely be heard through his filter. Only when he is given the order does he march forward in silence, grasping Myiari by the shoulders. "Focus," he commands tersely. "It'll go better for you if you do. We don't want to hurt you if you don't have to. I know you're listening, even if you don't want to."

Unlike before, Myiari reacts this time. Violently. Her eyes snap open, wide - almost fearful - as she frantically attempts to shrug Brek's hands off her. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screams, her hands rising to shove the trooper away. At the same time, she kicks out at his right leg. "Get away!"

"I prefer to stand," Tokoga says, remaining where he is and obviously refusing for the sake of not going along with Rainier's request. "I don't trust furniture that has to be brought in by someone with a gun."

Rainier's order to Brek unsettles the Senator, but it doesn't come as much of a surprise. The fact that he can't do anything about just makes it worse, but he can't complain about her treatment too much or they'd just start using her as leverage to get whatever it is they want from him. Still, the violent reaction from Myiari is enough to push the Senator over the edge.

"Let her go, Rainier! She is of no consequence to you or your business with me!"

"That is rule number one, Senator. Her presence is a direct consequence of her relation to you, and yours to her. Powerful people cannot afford to let themselves get close to others not of their blood, it represents a particular soft and vulnerable underbelly for others to get at. And what happens to her will occur because of your refusal to answer my questions. Now, sit down Senator, or must I demonstrate just what it is that I mean.", Rainier replies, his voice remaining normal, banal even, despite the rather chilling warning he has just issued. He tilts his head slightly to the side after Myiari's kick, the interactions between the erstwhile...friends observed with some amusement displayed.

"No. Sorry." Brek's armor absorbs the kick with an audible clatter, and he responds by slapping her lightly across the face. "You need to get up. Don't make me hurt you. It would be inefficient, but my superior has given me leave." He hesitates, smacking his glove lightly against Myiari's cheek as though to emphasize his point. "I'd rather you cooperate." Despite the metallic compression the filter enforces on his voice, the genuine nature of the statement shines through, and he hesitates, even as he draws his gauntletted hand back.

"I said STAY AWAY!" she says again, emphasizing her last two words with another violent kick. Myiari curls up on herself, her arms rising to cover her face, her fingers gripping tightly at her head. "It's a lie. You're lying," she adds, a bit more quietly, shrinking back against the wall and trembling once more like a trapped animal. "You're all the same." By now the medic is bordering on hysterical, looking almost on the verge of tears, though the panic seems to prevent her from breaking down completely.

Defeated, Tokoga takes a seat across the table from Rainier. After watching the melee between Brek and Myiari dejectedly for a few seconds, he looks back at the officer, regarding him with an impatient, annoyed air. "This is where you tell me what it is you want, and I'm going to tell you it isn't going to happen. Can we skip that part and move on to what's next?"