"Ahh, the sleeping princess finally wakes... Good morning Rodian" a calm relaxed female voice breaks into Quegs conscious brain. "Welcome to my abode"

"Normally, I feel happier when I wake up, trussed, *cough, cough* and am greeted by the voice of a woman. This is not normal," he manages to cough out. He turns his head and eyes to find the layout of the room and the source of the voice.

"Well little one, today is not your lucky day..." A giant of a human woman leans forward, barrel chested, muscles that would embarrass most Besalisks, scar running right across her forehead. She wears the uniform of a Navy officer, empty bucket beside the steel chair she sits on.

With the bright light it's hard for Queg to make out much more, the room is dark, probably not that big, a small metal cart sits to one side. There may be a door to his left, although with the way he is tied it's hard to see behind him.

"It's just you and me... In a closed room... You and the lead doctor of the fleet, well was the lead doctor of the fleet until a bit over a week ago. But only the recent admiral and his captains knew what else I do..."

She picks up a giant needle from the metal cart beside her "trust me, this will only hurt you"

"There we go, now we can give it a few minutes to work, just sit back and relax"

"Admiral?" Queg asks a little woozily. "White uniform? Trench coat?"

"Yeah, the one you turned into juice. Was a great man, his kids will miss him... What's your name anyway?"

Queg giggles . "I'll miss that coat of his. Was awful cold driving through the night to get here."

He ignores the question, instead electing to subtly testing the strength of his bonds.

These ropes are tough, many meters have been used to tie him to the chair, breaking them may not be possible, but Quegs got quite nimble fingers.

After some amount of discreet fiddling, Queg realizes the knots are too tight, or rather the rope has swollen with the water they used to wake him, making the knots tighter than they were. Still, the process manages to decrease his stress levels and he breathes a bit more easily. Maybe now he won't make stupid witty comments in an effort to get himself killed.

"So... Rodian, what urge drove you to murder our dear Admiral?"

Queg looks up, trying to size up the "good doctor" with his dark starlight eyes. He watches her for several, long moments. The silence is broken now and again by drops of water from his sodden clothes. He debates internally whether or not to tell the truth. "I am a big game Hunter employed by the bored and wealthy. I am on vacation. The cold must have driven me to temporary insanity. I wanted your commander's coat. The opportunities presented were too good for this frost addled mind to pass up. And the frigid water with which you've doused me isn't helping matters."

"I would certainly agree your some kind of hunter going by the equipment you carry, although your prey... That I doubt. Now I'm sure your quiet approach was cold it was rather warm in that walker, I think you had motivation. Money? Fame? I'm not sure. That serum will work soon and all the lies will end."

The Doctor pauses for a time, studying her captive, looking for telltale signs.

More to herself than Queg she asks a question "Was it Admiral Barker? He has had it in for our dear McKinnon for quite a while, ever since that shipment debacle"

"Well, I'm certainly not a bounty hunter, if that's what you're implying," Queg says, rolling his eyes. "Sentient beings are all too easy to hunt if you're also a sentient being. Hunting natural predators is far more difficult."

He thinks for a moment. "Out of curiosity, how popular was the dearly departed admiral with the locals?"

"Now now now, I'll be asking the questions little one... So a not-bounty hunter who likes hunting Beasts for the challenge decided to 'holiday' on a ruined **** hole of a planet for no reason. Then while on said planet accidentally found himself in the cockpit of Imperial hardware... Deep inside an Imperial controlled zone... THEN decided to just pull the trigger? To find out what happens?"

She slaps Queg across the face with a palm bigger than many Bantha Steaks "IM NOT BUYING IT!!!" she screams before sitting back down and speaking much calmer "Now I'll ask again? Who?"

Queg's head snaps to the side from the force of the blow, rattling his senses for a few seconds. He blinks several times to refocus. "Day in and day out," he says, once he has recovered some nerve, "I follow the requests of people who have grown fat and rich under Imperial rule. Take us to this planet, Rodian, we want to see loth cats up close. Gun down a few clamberwolves for me, Hunter, I want to make a new wardrobe from their pelts."

He spits a gob of green-blue blood onto the floor of the impromptu interrogation chamber. "I'm not a bounty hunter or even an assassin. I'm a big game hunter for a living. But, I hunt Imperial officers for sport ," he sneers. "Do you realize how difficult it is to get close enough to even fire a shot at most officers? Communications monitoring, heat sensors, ground vibration sensors, motion detectors, patrols. Then there's the waiting, the endless waiting. Assassins infiltrate a building to covertly murder their target. Bounty hunters capture their bounties live most of the time for a better payday and **** anyone else who dies along the way. I sit in a concealed perch for days sometimes waiting for the perfect shot. It's more thrilling than hunting a doe rancor. And let me tell you, that unoccupied walker was far too tempting an opportunity to not seize. I've been at this a few years now and I've never before bagged an admiral. Shame his coat burnt up. I would have liked that for a trophy."

Cold eyes stare out of the Doctors face, studying Queg, perhaps judging him. "McKinnon wasn't your first? One alone would be enough to put you on a Core World Prison for life, multiple could be an invite to see the local Moff... They don't take kindly to murderes like yourself."

The large women stands up and walks to the door, a quick glance over her shoulder to say "Don't go anywhere!" Before leaving Queg to himself.

Once the doctor leaves him, Queg struggles against the ropes a little more, before he feels the cold, flat steel of a blade against his forearm. "Well, I'll be...I forgot I even had that thing."

He wiggles his arms slowly until the vibroknife slips out of its sheath and into his hands. He then uses the knife to cute his bonds. Upon freeing himself, he gets up and looks around frantically. Queg's gear is nowhere to be found, but two stimpacks are on a countertop nearby. He takes both, immediately jabbing one into his thigh to heal himself and shoving the other into his pocket. "Okay. Surely my gear isn't too far from here. Let's try to do the focus thingy to see if there are any guards nearby."

When he tries to focus on his senses, he instead is rewarded with the sound of approaching bootfalls and a key turning in the door lock. Acting quickly, he turns off the lights in the room and presses himself against the wall near to it. A dark shape enters the room and a hand feels for the light control panel. When the lights turn back on, the helmeted head of a Stormtrooper is looking down at him. With a swift movement, he slams the blade of his vibroknife to the hilt into the Stormtrooper's hand, pinning it to the control panel. While the Stormtrooper screams and writhes in agony, Queg grabs his keys and makes a run for it, really, REALLY hoping his gear is nearby.

Queg is greeted by a well equipped workshop, the tools are neatly arranged with dedicated places for everything. On a table in the middle of the room is all of Quegs gear, laid out neatly. All his packs are emptied, someone has been going through everything.

On the other side of the room is a larger door, the Stormtrooper behind is screaming... Loudly.

"Ah perfect," Queg says to himself, seeing his gear laid out on the table before him. He doesn't even manage to take a single step before the screaming begins to annoy him over much. He wrenches the Stormtrooper's helmet off and shoves the pieces of rope into the man's mouth. "Shut up," he snarls. He jabs the second stimpack he found into the man's neck.

Afterwards, he turns away from the man and gathers up his supplies, readying the energy bow for possible confrontation ahead. Almost as an afterthought, he removes the stormtrooper's utility belt and wraps it around his waist.

The small convoy slowly moves through the ancient streets, rain falling lightly on the windscreens and riders. Mud splashes up as the armoured transport rumbles through pools of water, showering the buildings and threatening to drench the bike riders if they get too close. within half an hour the ISD is towering above everyone, and after some winding through small streets they arrive at a large square, filled with debris created by the crashed starship. In one section a ramp has been formed up to an open hanger which is facing at a slight angle up to the sky.

At the lower end of the ramp an AT-ST lays on its side, crashed through the wall of a building it must have fallen into somehow. A large droid stands beside the walker, apparently assessing the damage.

The Armoured Transport drives straight up the ramp and into the hanger some 50 or 60ft above ground level. The occupants disembarking immediately, to be greeted by a lone female, almost as big as Felix, with both strong and heavy, she looks intimidating without even approaching her.

The rest of the hanger is quiet, a Tie sits on its landing support to one side, some speeder bikes are lined up toward the rear, and there is a large area of crates neatly arranged and opened for inspection.

The gagged and pinned Stormtrooper pretty much passes out in confusion after Queg injects him with the stimpack, though it will be rough and painful to remove that knife now the flesh is healing around the blade. Queg takes the unconscious trooper's utility belt and straps it around his waist. A quick check of it reveals one extra clip for a blaster rifle and a single stimpack. "Either this trooper doesn't know how to load himself out, or these Imperials are in terrible shape for supplies," he muses as he gathers up his captured gear.

The energy bow and all the supplies he had on his person are here, intact - a blessing that causes the hunter to sigh with relief - the bow has sentimental value after all. There are also several useful tools on the workbench; he gathers up as many of these as he can safely carry without weighing himself down and looks for a way out. The most obvious is through the door, but a loose ventilation cover near the ceiling provides an alternative. Queg chooses the former, simply because finding something to climb upon then removing and replacing the cover might prove too time consuming. So, he exits stealthily through the door, which hisses open.

He is greeted by a short corridor with several doors on either side. At one end of the corridor is the hangar - he can just barely make out the wing of a TIE fighter; at the other end a turbolift. Thinking he might be able to find a comms tower of some sort to cause some confusion in the ranks and possibly aid his companions, Queg pads to the lift and ascends. One floor up, the control panel indicates "Short Range Communications Array", and he stops the lift, the doors hissing open far more loudly than he cares for.

A short distance down the corridor, he sees a pair of Stormtroopers guarding a door and looking at one another. I better make quick work of these two, Queg thinks and sights down his energy bow. Just as one of the troopers leans forward to look towards the lift, he releases the bow's energy bolt and it flies straight and true, piercing the leaning trooper's helmet and going through it to impact the chest of the second one. Queg nods in satisfaction and walks forward to police up the troopers' bodies and pull them out of the way.

You open the door onto a flight control room of sorts. The opposite wall is entirely glass, with a view over the entire hanger. There are 2 rows of computer stations, rows of monitors with empty chairs. A single human is in the room, seated near the window with a view of the hanger, tapping away at a keyboard. A black cloak covers their body, with only the long bright blond hair of their head showing.

"I said don't disturb me" comes a strong female voice, a hint of anger in the tone.

Queg aims at the blonde head and says, "Stand up, step away from the computers, and turn around. Slowly, if you could please. I've had a long and tiresome few days."

"Hmm, sleeping beauty is it? I wondered if you would pay me a visit."

The woman stands and turns. Beneath the black cloak is a full suit of battle armour, pistols hanging at her sides, but it's what she holds in her hands that draw Quegs attention, a pair of jet black metal cylinders have appeared from nowhere. She stands relaxed and showing no signs of fear.

"Put the bow down little one, your little escapade this morning was fun, but it was lucky."

Queg, overwhelmed with the amount of adversity he has had to face in the last few days, sights down the shaft of the energy bow. "I've had just about..." he lets loose an energy arrow, which flies straight and true. The woman ignites both cylinders's glowing energy blades, deflecting a good bit of the force of the energy blast, but the rest spills into her hand, causing her to drop one of them. The blow leaves her open to an attack.

"...enough of people..." Queg immediately pulls the "string" back and lets another arrow fly. The woman manages to barely deflect part of the blast again, but again, the remaining energy enters her and forces her to drop the remaining energy blade and leaves her open for another attack.

"...calling me PRINCESS!" Queg lets fly a third and final energy arrow that smashes into the woman's left hip. A muffled crack echoes as her hip is dislocated. She cries out as the blast hits her, and she falls to the ground, unconscious.

Queg straps the energy bow to his back, picks up both lightsabers, attaching them to his utility belt, takes the blaster pistols as well, doing the same, and wraps the woman's cloak around his shoulders. After he puts on the cloak, he crouches down and whispers. "Instinct tells me to kill you while you're unconscious, but I do have some amount of moral code. I never kill an unconscious target."

With that said, he shuts down the computers and hardware running in the room, leaving afterward.