Kixue studies Zavvel for a long moment as Liaka questions him. He then pulls out his data pad and begins typing on the screen for a moment as he pulls up information.

Letting the question hang for a minute, Geoff finished his sentence, then glances up. "Personally, no one called for a medic or last rites. Log it and report it when the LT asks. As for questions, that is on the others in there with the guy. I just went in for the goal of making sure he had nothing that can mess us over or was going to croak on us."

Reaching up and rubbing his eyes for a second, Geoff looks at the two guards. "By the way, my name is Geoff Hanson, team medic and surgeon. What your names?"

The seated guard, a Bothan, shrugs. "Suits me all the same, I don't really care what happens to him so long as it's not pleasant. The name's Kelso, and he," he thumbs to the other guard, a Chagrian, who's stood down the hall inspecting a pinboard covered in yellowing newspaper clippings. "Is Varrus. Good to meet you surgeon, I've always got time for anyone who can fix me up when I need it."

"Contact? We'd been watching an Imperial Intelligence Officer for months. He thought he was real smart; had no idea who I was when I turned up in his usual dive to tell him about the op. I imagine he's rolling in promotions right now, but I guess someone had to get something out of the whole thing somehow," Zavvel takes a moment to shift his position, an uneasy task within the confines of his manacles - he's clearly uncomfortable with his interrogation.

"I never told anyone else about what I'd done, not exactly. I told Kanbar, my XO, that I was going to see the spook, but he knew nothing else, and one of you people put a bolt through his neck back at the warehouse, so he's not really going to be worth questioning. I didn't have any other accomplices. Don't bring yourselves down with a **** witch hunt for more conspirators, because you won't find any," he seems irritated by the weight of questioning being launched at him.

"I wasn't the one who revealed the location of the base, I don't know who that was, and I couldn't guess anyway. I'm never happy to see anyone dead, even the Colonel - he was good, in and of himself, even if he was too wrapped up in your Republic ideals."

"Did I think I could lead the cell myself? Why else was I in charge? The line of succession put me there, but I would have helped the cell. We hit more targets in the two days that I was leader than in the last two months beforehand; tell me that that's not good."

Liaka's face hardens. "I'm so glad you are happy for your Imperial co-conspirator's success. What was his name? When did you meet him? Where? I need details Zavvel."

Trying to keep the traitor off-balance she keeps peppering him with questions. "How did you explain your absence to your superior officer when you went to meet your contact? How did your Imperial friend react to the information you gave him? What did he say? Did he pay you for the information?"

The Twi'lek peers her eyes. "Are you really expecting me to believe you when you say that you didn't tell your new best friend about the location of our base? Or let him follow you there after your meeting? Or are we to belief that it was pure coincidence that after you spoke with your buddy in Imperial Intelligence they just happened to find the base? And you were just fortunate that the Colonel, who, in your words was too wrapped up in the Republic ideals for your taste, happened to die in the attack?"

"He said his name was Callox; whether that's a pseudonym or not I don't know. We spoke three days before the op, at a cafe in Sanctuary Square, in the centre of Nostria. He was human, I'm fairly sure he was ISB - almost certain in fact, given the circumstances - but he was in plain clothes. I don't know more than that," you can tell that Zavvel's willingness to share more information is wavering. "I was able to reach him unnoticed because I'm a Captain, nobody watched where I went, least of all my own people."

"He seemed pleased at the information, though he thought I was implying a small raid, nothing like the scale it was really at. He thanked me for the information, but told me that my service to the Empire was payment enough. Brakast even had the nerve to say how relieved he was that some aliens still had proper morals."

"Now what else do you want to know? I'm done spilling my guts at this point, I've had quite enough of it."

The droid N97 watches carefully as the recalcitrant traitor spills his guts. The droid is not an expert at deciphering complex human emotions, but has been observing organic beings for a long time. Pulling deep on rarely-used processors, he runs the facial expressions, body position, voice tone and words through a complex algorithm looking for signs of deceit. Straining himself some with the unusual demand on his sub-processors he comes a reasonable conclusion.

Shutting down his Goo-gun and folding his forearm back together he raises his now returned-to-position hand. "Statement: After a careful biometric evaluation, I do not find signs that prisoner Zavvel is being deceitful." He then backs up to the wall and returns to a relaxed position, awaiting the conclusion of the interrogation.

Kixue nods as he acknowledges N97's comment. He folds his arms behind his back as he studies their prisoner for a moment longer "Perhaps we should give our captive a few minutes." He then adds a bit later, almost as an after thought "maybe some breakfast too ...... I suppose"

"Breakfast can wait. I have a few more questions," Liaka responds, her tone more neutral than before.

She glares at Zavvel. "Thing is, I think you are just small fry. Someone taking orders. Someone covering for someone else. You are not smart enough to plan something like this. Tell me, who requested the demolition mission for the aqueduct? It had to be someone with greater authority than you. And what intelligence was there to suggest that the Imps were using the aqueduct? Did you know the locals were using it?" The pretty Twi'lek folds her hands behind her back. "I want to know who made the stupid decision to bomb this target."

"It wasn't a stupid decision, it made sense at the time," Zavvel seems innately more defensive now, perhaps considering for the first time an alternate point of view on his actions. "Our scouts had known for months that the Imps used the aqueduct to move troops, and it made logical sense given both its convenient location, and standing orders against attacking civilian infrastructure - any other cell would have avoided it. So we hit the bridge, and look what happened? We threw their logistics into disarray. The only reason they could muster such a small force to attack the base was because their troops were pinned down on the wrong side of the valley or at work keeping the streets secure."

At this point though, Zavvel bristles. "And anyway, who are you calling small fry? I'm a bigger man than any of you, and I've been playing this game for far longer than you too. I'd been planning to hit the aqueduct for months, the stang Colonel just wouldn't let me. So I sent you lot - a convenient scapegoat so far as I was concerned - once I was in charge, to ensure that it was gone at last. And at the least, those two succeeded - despite their best efforts," he fixes Liaka with a sickly grin. "Now, is there anything else I can do you for, young lady?" the last words are ground out over broken glass.

Kixue looks between Liaka and Zavvel. There is a small look of appreciation for the former captain as he outlines the reasons why he hit the aqueduct. There was some logic in hitting the target and throwing the Imperial forces into disarray. Under different circumstances he might have backed the plan as part of his intelligence review of the area.

Kixue then leans over towards Liaka. He holds up his datapad as he silently whispers to her "Lieutenant I think we've gotten as much from him as we're going to get from him for now."

Liaka sighs. She is quite used to people referencing her age in a derogatory way. In fact, that was probably preferable to jibes about her looks. "So, you admit to setting up your fellow rebels to take the fall. What an inspiring leader of men you are. Too bad your career is over now."

She turns, as if to leave, takes one step towards the door, but then spins around. "One last thing. When you planned to let the strike team you sent take the fall for this operation, did you have a plan for what to do with other members of the cell, should they resist your new way of doing things? Or did you never plan that far ahead? Did you plan to kill those opposed to you? And did you share that part of your plan with your cronies?"

"What's the use in lying at this point?" Zavvel remains calm and rational, slowly and quietly picking his words. "My career is over, as you say, and my life likely is too. So I'll tell you what you need to know. Any other way I can incriminate myself?"

"As for my plans for the future, well, those were simple. The rest of those fools would have followed me anywhere. I had no worries about them, because there wasn't a chance they'd reuse my orders - I was in charge, and that should have been enough. But there are always others, people like that damned team, people like you even, who just won't sit down and shut up, who won't take orders like good little soldiers. And that was where it all fell apart," Zavvel sighs, and settles against the wall. "So do what you want to me. Just remember though - everything I did was done to win us this war."

"And yet your actions may have caused the downfall of the entire cell," Liaka says softly. "I'll have some food brought for you," she says as she turns around again. She nudges her head to the others in the cell, indicating the door. She then exits without looking at Zavvel again.

Once outside she waits for the others to come out. While she does, she looks at the Bothan guard sitting by the cell. "The interrogation is over. He was, surprisingly, rather talkative. Perhaps you could send for some food for him now?"

"Sure, I'll get the kitchens to send something down for him. I'm sure they can find something left over from last night that's been slept in by a few different people. Perhaps lightly gnawed as well," he activates his comlink, calling up for the breakfast. "You guys want anything?"

Liaka looks at the Bothan with a frown. "Eh, thanks, but no thanks. I like my meals without hairs of nefarious origins."

Exiting the cell, the droid un-links the recording device from his arm and hands it to Liaka. "Statement: Organics can be very irrational." Turning his legs begin the mechanical step-like motion to take the droid up the stairs.

Kixue folds his arms behind his back as he exits the room. After the door is closed behind them he responds to N97. "I wouldn't call him irrational. He applied logic to his actions. Maybe not logic some would agree with or agree too but his actions were fairly rational considering his objectives."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" the Bothan asks, then laughs. "There's a reason I'm down here, not up there in the kitchens. It's a shame, some of the girls up there are much more charming than Varrus."

"Oi!" the shout rings down the hall, and the two men laugh, yet it seems hollow, as if they're compensating for the strain of the Zavvel situation.

You head upstairs, passing back into the main hall. Braxus is still sat at the upper table, his brow furrowed as he takes in feeds from a half-dozen cycling datapads. Two aides are just heading off in different directions with their own datapads, while Doctor Cohlen meets you as you come up.

"Did you have a good night?" she grins. "Mine was lively - two fights, a broken shin - a trip, don't worry - and six prescriptions of headache medicine. I was just bringing the reports up now if you'll join me?" she approaches the table where Braxus is seated. He looks up as you approach, brow furrowed and eyes red-rimmed - it is abundantly clear that he's had very little sleep in the fast few days, and the rise of the morning sun betrays this even further. He accepts Cohlen's datapad with an idle hand and rapidly skims it, before returning it and turning in his chair to face you.

"So you're done? That was quick, I thought I'd start hearing the screams just about now. I'll take the recording now," he goes to withdraw it from N-97. "Before I view this, is there anything I should know, in your own words?" his questioning gaze is equally reflected in Cohlen; they evidently both want to know.

Glancing at the others first, Geoff pulls out his data pad and sends his report to Doctor Cohlen's and Lieutenant Braxus' datapad."Clean bill of health, short of someone doing him in. Also, for the record, after the prisoner confessed to tipping off the Imperials about the supply raid, I let my emotions get the better of me and I punched him. Didn't cause any permanent damage, unfortunately. I also made it quite clear that I should have left his carcass back at the old base with a det charge strapped to his chest."

Shrugging at that, Geoff turns to N97. "Just curious, could you play the scene for command?"

N97 moves back as the others join to discuss the prisoner. Turning his sensors around the room he looks for any sign of the communication device found behind the circuit panel.

When Dr. Hanson asks for the data display N97 immediately complies. A small circular port opens up on his forearm and a holo-display shows the events of the interrogation. While playing them he makes the comment by displaying it on his upper chest display: "Observation: I found no biometric indicators of false statements, however I am not an expert in reading every organics true intentions. The prisoner admitted to betraying a cell operation to the Empire, he deliberately went against his superior officer's order not to attack the bridge and by his actions caused the death of many cell members, as well as the discovery and destruction of the cell location and resources. Perhaps most importantly he set back the Rebellions cause in the hearts and minds of the entire region"

Liaka sighs. “Well, yes. Apart from that it’s mostly good. He admitted to pretty much everything we knew he did. Setting up the ambush, tipping off the Empire. Basically leading our own into a trap and causing their death, disobeying his orders doing so. He confessed to treason, gave up some information about his Imperial contact. He claims to have done this out of some sort of idealism and hatred of the Empire, that his cause was just, but that’s what you would expect.”

The Twi’lek idly twirls the soft end of one of her lekku. “So, what’s now? We have a traitor in custody and no resources to get him off-world, hold a court-martial or imprison him.”

Kixue glances down at his data pad and begins typing as the reports are given. He reviews some recent information on the planet while updating his files on the current matter at hand. He also starts to compose his report of the interrogation as N97 displays it for Braxus.

Without looking up from his work he states rather plainly "Is there a point to a court martial if we aren't going to execute him?"

"Of course there is," Cohlen snaps. "We may be at war, but we're still a civilised society, however the kriffing Empire tries to portray us. Braxus will have a fair trial, and while I think we can all be sure of the outcome he still deserves a fair hearing," she wheels on Geoff. "And as for you, what the frak was that? You beat a prisoner? What do you think this is, an Imperial Detention Barge? You are a doctor, and a servant of the Rebel Alliance, bound by oath and by orders not to mistreat that man. What were you thinking?"

"Oh forget about it," Braxus dismissed Cohlen with a sweep of his hand. "You did a good job getting all that information from him. This ISB Agent - Callox, I think? - would be worth keeping tabs on," he faces Cohlen to address her directly. "Hanson got the information we needed, in much less time than we thought it would take. I think we can forgive him the occasional expression of his opinions.

"As it stands we're bound to a court martial, but that will take time to organise, and we have bigger priorities to attend to. If there's nothing else you'd like to share, you're dismissed."