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The Imperial war machine possesses many devices of terror which are employed against its prisoners.
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For the Empire, torture is considered an art.
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This practice can have potentially devastating effects on some canvases.
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However, others are more resilient-
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-and require a more hands on approach.
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Aboard the Star Destroyer Dark Talon, one of the many projector screens comes to life as it crackles.
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A transmission begins to come in as the screen projects an image, flickering in the dark room.
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The colonel clears her throat as the connection becomes secure.
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“Yes-Colonel Elliot?” asks Lieutenant Sumner nervously.
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“Your report is overdue,” says the woman looking towards the hologram as it crackles in the dark chamber.
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“Yes, I’m-I’m making progress,” he says quickly. “My men are following up on a report that Able Squad traveled towards Muunilinst.”
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“We’re trying to-”
“You will find them soon, Sumner.” the colonel says forcefully. “Or I’ll find someone who can.”
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“Yes colonel,” he replies. “I will work harder, and more diligently,” he adds.
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“You are taking too long,” groans Elliot as she winces. “I will expedite the process.”
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The man is cut short as the hologram disappears into static.
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Colonel Elliot thinks to herself. The quiet noise of the chamber feeds her thoughts as she concentrates in the cold room; she hardly moves as she slowly draws air in and out of her lungs, silently.
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“Copy, move it down to sick bay then, I don’t care. Just as long as-”
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“Wait,” says the man as a pair of blast doors open.
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“I’ll get back to you,” he whispers.
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The officer swallows hard as the woman approaches him.
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“Colonel?”
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“Take me to Brior,” commands Elliot. “His day has finally arrived.”
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“Yes ma’am,” replies the officer as a nervous feeling shoots down his spine, making his arm flinch slightly. “Right this way.”
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“Please, follow me,” says the officer.
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“He’s in cell 1-26,” says the man. “We had to transfer him after picking up that Lasat.”
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The colonel doesn’t reply as she walks swiftly behind the man. She moves like a cold wind blowing down the cell block as she passes each chamber.
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The sound of the group’s heavy boots echo down the corridor as they walk.
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Elliot inspects the cell doors as they travel further into the detention block, knowing that she is responsible for the capture of numerous occupants.
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As the group continues to travel down the corridor many noises can be heard coming from the cells.
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A Wookiee roars in the distance; however the sound of the soldiers’ boots almost drown out the cry for vengeance.
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“Cell 1-26 colonel,” reports the man, turning nervously.
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“Good,” says Elliot as she smiles slightly. “Open it.”
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The cell door opens smoothly as the Imperials peer in.
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“Brior.” says the colonel.
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The former Imperial officer holds his hand up in a daze, trying to block the intense light.
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“Captain Brior,” she says slyly.
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The man looks up at the woman, his eyes still squinting as he tries to focus on her.
“Yes?” he finally responds.
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“Your days of being my pet have ended,” she chuckles to herself. “Your usefulness has run its course.”
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“We’ve discovered as much intel as your feeble mind can muster, and you will soon suffer more than you may have ever imagined.”
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“By command of his majesty, Sheev Palpatine, Head of the Imperial Ruling Council and Emperor of the Galactic Empire, you are here-by condemned to live out the remainder of your life in an Imperial Prison.”
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“Your transfer will begin shortly,” she says coldly to the man, as the cell door closes
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“Come on!” shouts the man as his cell opens, fresh air rushing into the small room. “What do you have for me today?”
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“Put up a fight,” he shouts as his voice rattles down the corridor. “I’m ready!”
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A slight chuckle echos throughout the Rebellion operative’s cell.
“What, hello?” he asks. “Who’s there?”
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“Basso, I have had such fun with you,” smirks the colonel, her voice reverberating off the walls of the cell block.
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“You are truly one of my most favorite little things aboard this ship.”
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“Very few can withstand the means of torture I employ.”
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“And you’ve shown a great ability to withstand my interrogation techniques. That is something special.”
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“You were more resilient than that poor fool Brior,” she sighs. “He’s being transferred to a prison facility now.”
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“After he broke, I thought I could get to you, manipulate you, and use you to my own very will.”
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“But our time together has come to an end, Basso.”
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“You’re free to go.”
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