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Abadeer strode into the interrogation room, the lights were dim and only a cold sense of dread could be felt in the room. In the center of the room sat the monstrous azure man, Wuntilla, The Dragon. Four robed and hooded men sat in each corners of the room, putting their full focus on to the man in the chair, cutting off his connection to the Force entirely. Taasii had never performed any amount of interrogation, even though he’d been the Battle Team Leader of Plagueis’ premier house of information.
The combined forces of Tarentum and Plagueis had been constantly spending shifts trying to break the man who sat before them. Abadeer wasn’t the only person in the room questioning the man before them. Wuntilla began screaming, wrestling against his restraints, but he had no chance of breaking free. Taasii strode over slowly to Wuntilla, pulled back his arm and punched the man in the gut. The screaming ceased instantly, turning into labored gasps for air.
“You will tell us who put you up to killing Telona. You will talk.” Abadeer said, while trying to be as menacing as he possibly could be. He stared down at the panting figure before him, waiting for the man to recover. Suddenly the man whipped his head up and spat in Abadeer’s face. Taasii wiped the blood laced spit from his face calmly, and walked back towards the door. He opened and said
“Bring in the torture droid.”

The new drug our scientists created to 'inhibit' force powers met only a limited success. A few of our attendees were injured by the accused before the drugs took effect, only rendering him weary. After continued shock torture, the accused still showed no sign of revealing his true intents or who, indeed, his target really was. We are still unable to determine the proper target details and how the attack was to be made; whether Telona was the intended victim we do not know as goes the same for his employer in the matter. An attempt on the Iron throne still remains a distinct possibility, although with the death of Telona, it also seems plausible that the target could have been completely different.

We aim to continue our interrogation and to finally discover which target Wuntila had been hired to remove and if indeed there remains a threat to the Iron Throne and the Grand Master himself.

Taranae Rhode

“The report is damaged my Lady.” The Soldier trembled before Atyiru, uncertainty laced every word.

“It matters little, play the audio, I wish to hear.” She sat upon the throne and reclined back knowing this would be grim, knowing what Nath was capable of. Interference rang within the chamber and eventually the audio began.

“It’s been awhile.” Nath’s voice was the first to speak.

“I see you’ve grown a bit since last we met.”Wuntilla spoke much more calmly than she, her voice had been laced with anticipation. A ringing sound of a blow reverberated through and silence descended.

“Why did you kill her?” There was a resonating sound of joints being popped, the Iridonian gearing up for more physical violence no doubt. More interference boomed through the audio, whatever occurred next only Nath could tell, the Consul made a note to summon her regarding it.

“No need to get excitable Iridonian, I killed her because I was ordered to do so, the fact that she intended to unite the three Clans under one rule was just a bonus for doing the dirty work.” The Battlelord seemed unphased by the Krath’s violent outburst.

“Enough.” Atyiru commanded. “Where is Wuntilla now?”

“They remain enroute my Lady, they have already requested for urgent medical aid and Nath Agrona has departed them.”

“Ensure he survives, and find the Iridonian.” She dismissed the Grunt with a wave of her hand, the chamber descending into silence as she was left to her musings.

Interrogation of Wuntila Arconae
Interrogator: Scion Tarentae

The subject was brought to Castle Tarentum in chains by a team of Arcona’s elite guardsmen. The “Blue Beast” held his head low and showed signs of emotional distress and complacency from the moment he arrived. We brought him to the black cells in the lowest level of the Castle and left him in chains without light, food, or water for three days. We played static at levels that would deafen a typical human the entire time, and we stationed a Foxtrot Uniform in the cell at all times to suppress the subject’s connection to the Force. After three days Samael and I went inside.

Samael spent hours flaying the blue skin from our subject’s body, and draining his blood into buckets. We added an anticoagulant to the buckets, and on the fourth day I began the interrogation. We placed a cloth sack over the subject’s face as we questioned him. When he gave unsatisfactory answers we poured blood from the buckets over his face to give him an incentive to rethink his position.

He had been working with Telona against Darth Pravus. They had participated in twenty operations together. Prior to this operation he had been contacted by the Iron Throne’s agent, Val Cole. The offer would have tempted me too: in exchange for stopping Telona the Inquisitorious would cease all investigations into undesirables in Arcona.

Concluding our interrogation, we left the room and let Hades take over.

There he sat. Bruised, battered, broken. The body of the Dragon of Selen, mangled beyond belief. Tarentum had not been kind to him for his insolent betrayal and they were not showing any signs of mercy yet. Someone had to, though.

Five Arconans walked through the door, a detachment from the *Nighthawk* led by Mateus as he cradled a blaster – mostly for show, truth told. So did the rest of them. The blue man’s jailor’s surrounded him, whips and batons in their hands. Both parties stopped, stared – it was just a regular old showdown now.

“Out, out!” shouted Mateus as they rushed to the barely-conscious Wuntila’s side. “This man needs medical attention.”
“And who the frell are you?”asked the nameless, faceless Tarenti.

“The medic. Leave.”

As Mateus began weaving the Force to fix what ailed the Wroonian whilst the Tarenti left, Ood looked to his long-time friend and companion. “Wuntila, you had best stop doing this to us one day, my friend,” mentioned the Neti. “You need to talk to us. They’re gone.”

“Pravus... made me an offer,”choked back the broken Consul emeritus, spitting up a mouthful of blood. “Save the Clan. Buy us time.”

Mateus shook his head. He was barely functional. “Get him back to the *Nighthawk*. Failing that, we bust him out.”

“I’ll talk to the Shadow Lady. Look after him, Kelborn.” Ood left only a moment later.

A nod from the medic, and the Arconans set to work. That was enough info. A spark of hope.

An enemy made
A friend has come to aid us
Together we stand

We move for vengeance
We keep stalking our pray
Together we hunt

With caution we move
With anger but also with fear
Together we stand