,,You had a busy day!" - laughed out Evon - ,,This reminds me of an old Mantellian fairy tale, where the knight in the shiny white armor rescues the Zeltron princess from the savrip." - he lowers his voice confidentially to continue - ,,Tell me Sergeant," - he pauses for a moment, barely holding back laughter - ,,did you need to resuscitate her? You know, I need to know for medical reasons."

Hale's face turns bright red, and he shakes his head as if trying to dispense with a mental image. Or to throw off a very persistent Kowakian monkey-lizard. "Course not, Doc. I's afraid I'd crush her. Tiny thing like that..."

“I recceived the alert jusst now, and came directly from ssurgery.” Doctor Vos draws an odd looking stim applicator, as she enters first into her office. Finding it vacant, with nothing obviously disturbed, she turns to Briar. “Thank you. My officce iss ssecure, but I must run diagnossticss. May I call on you later, perhapss?”

She finds an enigmatic message from Veitra, deserting her without a proper goodbye. Again. Could she have been the one rooting around in her secure files? Sighing, she begins to run her security program, hoping to discover what data has been breached, and to what extent.

"Of course, if you can't find me one of other Imperials should be able to contact me." Briar replied before heading down and out of the hallway, letting out a slight breath of relief when she was around the corner. That was closer than I wanted that to be. Then she headed back to the Stormcrow to store the information somewhere more secure than her datapad, and tell the others what needed to be told.

Hale pats Evon on the back and says, "I'm gonna go get Den, see if we can convince the small fish to tell us what they know. Good luck landing your keelkana!" He strides off down the hall in search of the "Deranged Duros."

While the others had set back to work, Den had slunk away into the crowd, muttering something about ruining his day off. It may take a little while, but Hale would find the duros at the centre of the resorts bar. There was a sizeable gap surrounding the soldier, though he didn't seem to mind as he enjoyed a large glass of something green. When he does eventually see Hale arrive, Den twists a little in his seat to try and block the view of the glass. "I was investigating the bar, no terrorists in here" he says flatly.

Hale chuckles, "How many of those have you had? Might make me question your judgement on that..." A few of the bystanders laugh, some nervously, and Hale walks up behind Luks, taking him firmly by the shoulder and ushering him away from the group. No one deems it wise to follow, and most disperse.

Lowering his voice so no one overhears, Hale fills the Duros in on the plan, "Let's go have a talk with the fish we caught yesterday. We'll start nice and easy. I've got something I want to say to all of them, then we'll see how many decide to be uncooperative."

When the pair reach the resort's detention area, Hale checks with the security droid, ensuring that his instructions were followed: The prisoners were kept in separate cells and the soundproofing prevented them from talking to each other.

He steps into the hall with Den and the jailer behind him. Turning on the intercomm, he starts talking. "Alright, listen up. We're going to have a nice chat with each of you. There are a lot of things we want to know, and we think you can help us with that. First, here are the rules. First one to tell us what he knows gets off easy. Last one to hold out gets to have a tea party with someone much less genteel than the two of us. If your stories don't match up, we'll find out the truth and punish each liar appropriately. Round one is the easy way. We're not so fond of the easy way, so don't try our patience. Round two is the hard way. We're much better at that. Understand? Good." He flips it off again and hands the mic back to the jailer. "Okay Luks, I'll take the toothless one. Which one do you want?"

Hale’s pitch pays off. The prowess he had demonstrated on the beach lends weight to his words, and none seem eager to cross him in these new circumstances.

“We know thiff man aff Crickff. He haff been teaching uff how to fight, organiffing theffe brawlff for a few monthff now.” The Squamatan’s thin blue lips have been split open, and the missing teeth make his natural lisp even more difficult to decipher.

”Truth iss,” another discloses, during his interview, “We had jusst been fighting and drinking anyway, ssincce the miness clossed. Thosse of uss who ssurvived the miness, that iss.”

No fewer than four of the detainees corroborate this same basic story. “Cricks,” or Crispin, did not seem to rely heavily on rhetoric, though it was apparently understood that he had parted ways with the Empire under some sort of cloud. Some say he had been dishonorably discharged, or fled from the brig; others hint that he may have been a rebel agent of some sort.

It is clear that this is all rumor and speculation, and none of these prisoners harbor deeper knowledge of a rebel operation at the resort.

Hale takes the mic again and addresses the prisoners, "I'm a man of my word, and you will all be treated accordingly. If I found out you lied or withheld information, I'll be coming back."

As he and Den walk out past the droid, he pats the Duros on the shoulder. "Let's go see what their ringleader has to say for himself. I've got the feeling he'll clam up. Hopefully what we already know will make things easier."

When the Doctor nears the ship the Inquisitor sensing his presence finishes his Meditations.

" Doctor, we have much to do, Let us begin our Interrogation." The inquisitor said as he found the Doctor about to take his first step onto the the craft. " Prepare your tools I will await you in the holding cell." Drogos then turned and headed further into the ship.

Evon is startled for a minute, as the Inquisitor addresses him at the ship, but he quickly regains himself.

,,I'm fully prepared, my lord! Right behind you."

And he matches the dark figure's pace from two steps behind.

"Trust me, if you try one of these, you'd question my judgement for not drinking one or two" Den grunts as he follows after Hale, glass in hand. "So you want me to rough some people up? I can do that". Following after Hale Den plays the part of the menacing villain, a part he was seemingly born to play.

At the question of which one Den wants to interrogate, the sergeant gives a wide grin. "I'll take whichever will be tough to crack. I've got a nice buzz going and the last guy I went against went down with one shot. I could do with a proper challenge".

Upon arriving at the detention Evon catches up the the Inquisitor.

,,My lord, let me start the questioning. I'm going to aim to soften up him, than you can finish the work. Of course, if you prefered a different approach, I'll follow your lead nonetheless."

“ That was the idea behind my waiting, Doctor.” The inquisitor says calmly yet his voice still ever full of menace. He turns to face the Doctor a smile under his helm. “ If he fails to cooperate immediately, terrorize him. The more fear the better I can manipulate him.” He stops before the door to the holding cell, “ I will wait outside.”

The doctor quickly steps into the chamber which mostly filled by the bounty hunter binded to an interrogation pad. Without a word, Evon opens up his medical kit and meticulously prepares 3 needles with a clear, a harsh yellowish-green and an ugly brown-fudge coloured respectively.

,,Time to start the show" - he thinks in himself and turns to the shooter and administers the clear needle filled with saline. He sees the prisoners immediate reaction as the cold, but harmless fluid enters its veins.

He starts with a light, chatty tone. ,,This is how it's gonna be! The concoction I administered to you loosens your tongue, so you won't hold back anything I want to know. I start with this because you were eager to cooperate and we are not savages afterall!"

Then his faces turns grim and gives an unmistakable threat to his words. ,,However if I suspect you to lie or hide about something I give you the second one - lifting the harsh coloured needle - which will loosen your bone and mecle tissue and I'm gonna ask once more."

He pauses for a moment then wraps it up quickly, in a voice almost like he doesn't even care to reach that point. ,,Then I administer the third one - casually points behind himself - which will finally loosen th rest of your inhibitions and frankly your mind. At that point I won't ask anything, because you probably won't be able to answer me, but luckily for you, that's when the Lord Inquisitor takes my place and extract every tad bit of information your useless husk can offer than throw you away with the rest of the garbage.

So. Who hired you? What was your exact assignment and lastly where did you try to go using that elevator?"

The self-confessed bounty hunter’s tongue is indeed loosened, but he seems driven by an uncontrollable anxiety, and the interrogator is unable to glean any further useful information from him at this point. Instead, the man just keeps repeating the same things, expressing his “eagerness to cooperate,” but failing to deliver.

The man squirms in obvious discomfort, as the promised drugs work their way into his system. “My name is Rand.. Rand Jarra.. I want to help.. I can help...” His belated exclamation is weak, and he passes out for a short while. A quick search confirms the name as an unaffiliated bounty hunter, with only a few small jobs under his belt. When he regains consciousnesses, the Inquisitor is there with him.

Evon closes his kit with the bitter feeling of defeat. Surely, the Inquisitor won't be happy, but might be not so dissatisfied about how he left Jarra. He steps out of the chamber to salute and report.

,,Sir, I failed to extract any useful information. However, i hope you find the state of the prisoner satisfactory for your further attempts on him."

With that he waits for the Inquisitor's judgement on him.

Hale nods to the ISB agent and inquisitor as he walks into the Stormcrow's detention area with Luks. The pair enters the cell with the Squamatan ringleader and Hale crosses his arms over his chest, drawing himself up to his full height and looming over the seated prisoner while Luks backs him up. "I'll give it to you straight. You're in deep, and we don't have good cops. Your buddies have already spilled what they know. This is your one chance: tell us what you know and you'll get off easy. If you hold out, or you lie, we'll work on you ourselves and then toss you to the worse cops." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at where the ISB agent is talking to the Inquisitor. "What'sit gonna be?"

The Inquisitor looks to the Doctor as he returns with no information " Unfortunate."

He then enters the room making his presence and aura of fear known to the Bounty Hunter, Listening to the babbling of the man hyped up on the drugs the doctor had injected, he surmises that instead of being intentionally unhelpful the man was simply so scared he was blabbering, still useless in this state nonetheless. He walks up to be right in front of the Bounty Hunter looking down upon him as if he was insignificant. " Stop your yammering and get a grip. Before I skewer you for aiding a rebel element and attacking an Imperial Inquisitor." Drogos made well sure his Lightsaber was on his belt and not on his back for the threat of it to be always in sight.

After returning to the Stormcrow, Briar writes an encoded reply to Yularen's message.

"Colonel,

I have accessed the files and discovered that Dr. Vos designed the collar used by the traitor Fitzsimmons, in addition to the Wookiee gladiator collars. She and the Melitto Scarpa Flek are also smuggling Wookiees away and giving them new identities."

"Agent Veitra does not appear to have any association with Dr. Vos beyond a casual one. I've attached the associated files for review."

"Lieutenant-Inspector Ostell."

Briar finishes writing the reply and attaches the files about the collars, Wookiees and Veitra. She checks it over once last time before sending it.

“My name is Ssaala Kaariss. I wass a foreman in the thoralide miness. Your empire took everything from my people. Crickss is a sskilled warrior, and clever. He iss raissing a milittia. Otherss are too, on other worldss. There iss a sstorm brewing, Ssergeant.”

In the other cell, the Inquisitor coaxes a bit more from the bounty hunter who had made the mistake of firing upon him. “I.. Cricks hired me, said he would finish you off- just needed me to fire a few shots and flee. Help distract and disperse your team. For what he was asking, it seemed like a good gig, and he downplayed your team’s capabilities. Anyway, the spotter he provided tried to knife me before I could get off the balcony, but I managed to turn the blade on him.” The bounty hunter seems genuinely shaken as he recounts his altercation with the knife. “So much blood, so close..”

“So.. I had cased the place, and found a lift that could access some unmarked lower levels. If there really are more rebels here, that’s where you’ll find them, I just know it. I almost cracked that lift, last time. I can take you there.“

As the door shuts sealed behind Lord Drogos Evon can't feel anything but realief that he still feel his very loud and uncomfortable strong heartbeat. He takes a few deep breaths and turns to the guard. ,,After he finished, please notify Lord Drogos that I'm in the medbay stabilizing the rest of the prisoners." The guard salutes but Evon is already on his way.

Upon arriving the medbay the familiar smell of bacta and disinfectant quickly sooths Evon. He inhales deeply and vocalizes his feelings: ,,Ah, I am much better!" The medbay's standard issue 2-1B droid looks up from the rebel pilot and tilts its head puzzled. ,,I am afraid I don't understand Dr. Taltron. Your physical condition is 99.98% same compared to when you entered." He looks to the droid disapprovingly. ,,Thanks Tubby reminding me how much I should not be afraid that droids take my job!" Then he quickly halts the droids confused response by holding his palm up firmly and shifts his attention to the patient.

The gunman was in bad shape. The 2-1B treated the symptoms, but couldn't stop the bleeding and did nothing but injecting him with usual dosage of bacta. With a sigh, he digged into his kit for the laser scalpel. ,,Tubby, on me! Bring your clamps and manipulators! We need to stop the bleeding at the cause, can't wait days for the bacta." After an hour or so, the gunman was sewed up and resting in an induced coma for now. ,,Wake him up in 10 hours and give him an hour in the tank. I'll be back to check on him, when we come for his associate."

With that Evon parts the ICU and takes a look at the pilot. He quickly determines that he wasn't nearly in that bad shape and the droid already treated most of his wounds, but Evon needed to fine-tune his medication along with a quick bacta shot to speed up the process for the subsequent interrogations. ,,It's not a luxury spa Tubby - well actually it is, he recalled quickly - this gentleman needs to be prepared for interrogation. Just pick up his vitals and avoid organ damage. He doesn't need your tender caress."

Hale presses his lips tightly together in grim satisfaction, "Alright, Kaariss. Tell me more. I want numbers, locations, resources. The works. Let's start small though: Anybody else in the resort? Who? How many? And just a friendly reminder, I'm the closest you'll get to a 'good cop' in this situation."

Drogos looks the man up and down and seems pleased with his answer for now. “ When the time comes you will show me to these Rebels. Should the location you lead me be a trap you will be the first I kill.” He glared at the bounty hunter with all his menace then exited the room.

Asking the guard for the direction the Doctor he meets up with him in the Medical bay. “ Status report, Doctor.” He would say as he enters the room and stops directly behind Evon as he works on the Pilot.

Fortunately for Evon, the 2-1B working opposite of him noticed the Inquisitor entering the Medbay so he had a moment to prepare before he asked for report. Evon turns and salutes.

,,Yes, my lord! The gunman had two major wound, one in the abdomen and one that went through the pleura. We stabilized him for now, but first we need his injuries at least heal enough to move him to the bacta tank. I estimate he will be ready for interrogation in about 12 hours. The pilot is stable and ready for questioning."