Breaking Point

The door to Myiari's cell is opened rather suddenly, creaking as the old durasteel frame is jerked from its resting spot and pulled away far enough to allow light to flood into the badly lit room. Rainier's appearance is preceded by his footsteps, boots striking the hard floor, and there is another noise, that of something dragging along the floor, for that matter the Imperial agent's walk is rather uneven. All is revealed as one realizes that Rainier is in fact dragging something behind him, stooped over low as he pulls behind him something covered by fabric, by clothing and it is only after a moment that one might realize just who is dragged. Said-person's condition explained amply by the blood staining the clothing as well as the traces of it left on the floor.

Slumped against the wall in the corner in what can only be assumed to be sleep, Myiari lets out a soft grunt of discomfort as she squints against the light. She seems just about ready to ignore the Imperial when she catches sight of what he's dragging into the room; the moment she realizes just what - or rather who - it is, her lips press together in a thin line, her face marred with a look of both concern and caution. "Tokoga..." she murmurs. Her eyes flit to Rainier briefly, the faintest hint of a glare in them, though she says nothing, and makes no move to approach.

Its obvious from even the most cursory of glances that the Senator has taken quite a beating from his last session with Rainier, and came out of it looking much worse than he had going in. On closer examination, there are several wounds across the Senator's torso and limbs from the harsh interrogation, and most of them are still bleeding into the fabric he's wrapped in even as he's being dragged into the room across the floor by Rainier.

"You rebels.", the man says after dumping Tokoga somewhere in the room, near the middle of it, "Pathetic deluded scum that you are.", he adds before walking to one of the walls, settling just beside the still-open doorway. He reaches into his shirt's pockets, the upper garment stained with some of the Senator's blood that spattered back on him. "You can never understand that you're beat, you can never get it through your thick skulls that resistance is futile." A smoke is retrieved although he holds off on lighting it. "You continue your little struggles, you waste resources that could be better spent elsewhere, actually helping people. And you force us to escalate things to where innocent bystanders get hurt. Caamas, Alderaan, Sluis Van, Cochran all of it could have been spared if simply you accept that you're beat. And look at you two fools, you could have simply accepted the truth of your situation, given us what we need, and spared yourself this pain. Pathetic.", at last the smoke is lit.

"Funny," Myiari mutters, glaring at the man through a curtain of blonde hair. "If my history's right, you guys were slaughtering innocents for the hell of it long before the Rebellion even took hold. You're the ones who kept building superweapon after superweapon even after the last one was destroyed. If anyone's wasting resources, it's the Empire. All the while, the citizens suffer. They're protected only when the Empire feels like it, and if throwing lives away is convenient, they'll do it. I've never seen a government with so little respect or value for life. Makes me almost glad I left."

Normally, Tokoga would have a few things to say in response to Rainier, but the unconscious Mon Calamari is obviously in no condition for a debate. Still limply prone where he was before, he shows no signs of livelihood save for his breathing and continued bleeding into the cloth he was dragged in on.

"With the Death Star, we would have halved our entire armed forces, released countless monies back to the civilian treasury to be used improving infrastructure on remote worlds and help the poor. With it, we would have no need of so massive an armada to deal with the little problems rebels like you kick up, we would have had peace, and people would have been able to live in a lawful and orderly society wherein they could prosper after the chaos of the Seperatists' war." A long puff of his smoke follows his mini-speech, a second one too for that matter, the smoke inhaled deep into his lungs, an oddity of this particular type he enjoys, before being let out in a series of small exhalations. Even as Rainier reaches for the cudgel-like baton hanging from his belt, the weapon damp with the blood it drew earlier, the smoke remains stuck between his lips. "So be it.", although the words might be a bit harder to understand now, "What happens is on your head." As soon as Tokoga's unconscious figure is reached, the baton is swinging downwards, indiscretionately aimed at whatever part of the prisoner's body it can get at, and barely has it struck him that it is swinging up and down, the wild movement rinsed and repeated again and again.

Myiari says nothing for a long while, simply opting to remain in her corner, though once she sees Rainier striking out at the Mon Calamari, her left eye twitches. Within a few quick strides, she's upon the Imperial, her expression stony as she makes a grab for the club the next time he raises it. "You know what? That's perfectly fine with me," she growls.

 Myiari rolls a 18 for her MELEE COMBAT skill. A Good roll!

 Rainier rolls a 20 for his DODGE skill. A Good roll!

Were they closer, perhaps Myiari would have stood a better chance of it, a much better chance maybe, but she was not, and those few strides was enough for the Imperial to get plenty of warning. When the medic lunges, Rainier jerks his arm back first and then his body follows along, hoppiung back a few steps out of the woman's reach. And as he does so, the blaster that he also brought, one can never be too safe, is removed and pointed at Myiari. "Be very careful, how you act in the next few moments is the difference between being in serious pain and being dead."

Despite the warning and the blaster pointed at her, Myiari seems to decide to press her luck. Ducking low, she charges forward, attempting to close the distance once again. Once she's within range, she leans back and launches into a half-slide, kicking out at Rainier's blaster hand as she attempts to pass under it, aiming to disarm him and hopefully land the weapon in her own hands.

 Myiari rolls a 11 with 4D. An Average roll!

 Rainier rolls a 9 for his DODGE skill. A Poor roll!

 Rainier rolls a 12 with 3D. An Average roll!

 Rainier rolls a 15 with 3D. An Average roll!

Stirring as the commotion unfolds, Tokoga groans incoherently for a few moments, then opens his eyes hazily. "Myiari...?!" The immediate gravity of the situation is lost on the Mon Calamari until he realizes just what's going on around him. Unfortunately for the young medic, he's still really in no condition to do anything to come to her aid.

Were Rainier not the one being attacked, he would consider himself vindicated by the medic's attempts to take him down, or is it that she hopes to free himself? But there is no time for a smug sense of triumph as he is the one being attacked. The upside of the whole thing is that he does not lose his weapon, tightening his grip on it, although his hand aches mightily at Myiari's kick, his grip almost loosening. The other upside, to put things in a way that might make it better for him is that his shot still goes off, a loud sound reverberating through the room as the shot bounces from wall to wall before finally burying itsel on the floor. And already boots can be heard coming quickly down the corridor outside.

Myiari refuses to let up in her assault despite her failed attempt at disarming Rainier. Planting her hands on the ground, she uses them to pivot herself, sweeping her legs at the Imperial's in an effort to knock him off balance. The impending reinforcements go ignored, the rage that burns in her eyes seeming to have taken hold of her.

Rolling onto one side in a lame attempt to rise, Tokokga quickly realizes that isn't going to be happening anytime soon with the injuries to his limbs. Was one of his arms broken? He couldn't tell...there was pain everywhere, he couldn't tell anything anymore, it was just a blur of nauseating signals of injury. After being punished by his body with a sharp coughing fit, Tokoga resigns himself to propping his back against something in the middle of the room watching Myiari and Rainier fight, his mind and eyes still hazy from the earlier trauma. If Myiari could just overtake Rainier, maybe the two of them could find some way out of all this. They couldn't be _that_ far from civilization, wherever the Imperials had taken them...

Time is on his side which perhaps explains why Rainier is rather leisurely about defending himself, or at least that he is not in a panic that things are not going according to plan. While his footing slips at Myiari's leg sweep, he rolls with the punches, so to speak, using the opportunity to roll away farther from the medic. And as he does this, the first of the guards appear, his rifle already raised, the Stormtrooper's weapon fired at Myiari just moments later. Thankfully, it was set to stun at the agent's insistence.

 Rainier rolls a 23 with 4D. An Excellent roll!

 Myiari rolls a 18 for her DODGE skill. A Good roll!

Focused upon her target with the murderous intent not seen on even the most vicious of predators, Myiari fails to notice the Stormtroopers coming through the door. Just as she's about to lunge at Rainier again, the stun blast catches her square in the back, eliciting a sharp cry from the medic as the beam fells her, sending her crumpling onto the cell floor, unmoving.

"Myiari!" Tokoga looks at Rainier with a positively searing gaze, following his movement around the room At least they hadn't killed her. No, of course not. They'd be saving that for when they ran out of things to threaten him with. That's not something the Senator's looking forward to.