”Binders? Really?” Aska growled after finding herself chained to the table in the interrogation room of the local precinct. Coming to Coruscant had proven to be an oversight, a slip in judgement she would be certain to never repeat. What had begun as a coreward trip to reunite with her ally in arms was quickly deteriorating into a situation out of her control. Hailed and escorted to the spaceport by half a dozen police cruisers and abruptly ‘detained’ as soon as landing struts met duracrete, Aska knew only too well what this was going to be about. The fact that the interrogating officer also happened to be a Mon Calamaran did not bode well.
”You’re a known associate of Gareth Gin, a.k.a. the ‘White Lion’ of the Zaa Fenn. It was you two, amongst others, who managed to infiltrate Durr’s palace and proceed to execute him on live holo. These two facts alone warrant extra security precautions, I’m sure you understand,” the Investigator grunted in response as he swiped through files on his datapad. Though his eyes never met hers, she could see the fire burning behind them. Perhaps he had lost family and friends in the catastrophe?
”Well, it wasn’t live but I see your point,” the clone grumbled, leaning back in the plastic chair. ”I don’t know where Gareth is. I don’t know why he did what he did. I don’t know what he plans to do next. Anything you have to ask, the answers gonna be the same every time,” she continued.
”I struggle to believe that... The ‘Legends of Shaddaa’ you call yourselves. You know, for a time I was elated at what you two had done. I’ve lost many people to the plague and seeing Durr face justice… It was… I was glad,” as the Interrogator spoke, he continued to flip through files until finally coming to a stop and placing the datapad on the surface of the table, a projection of hundreds of ships ascending from the oceans of Mon Cala filling the space between them. ”Then Gareth did this! Those ships are carrying thousands of dead from my home! Those I’ve lost to AMS is paled in comparison to who I’ve lost at the hands of the Zaa Fenn!”
Aska pitied the man, a sullen expression crossing her face as she watched the air lifted deceased being brought up from the sea, but she wasn’t about to simply sit here and allow him to accuse her of something she had not been involved in.
”... and how is that my fault?” was all she could muster in response, soon followed by slamming fists against the table between them, knocking over the can of Emryc Energy he had brought in with him. Looking to the label, the silver eyes as piercing in print as they were in person, the clone found herself smirking slightly at seeing his face. ”I see the lawsuit is panning out,”
”Don’t play coy with me, girl! Where has Gareth hidden himself?!” he shouted, saliva spraying from his fish lips and coating both of her hands as well as flecking spots on her cheeks. Yet she remained silent, albeit disgusted, only further aggravating the Officer. Webbed fingers soon continued to wave through the hologram, the image changing with each motion. Senators condemning the act, workers of the ISCRA relaying the horrors of what they’ve seen to reporters, each channel focused on the same singular subject. Likely a scare tactic, demonstrating what was soon to come down on Gareth and his affiliates. ”Talk!” Leaning forward on her forearms while her wrists remain secured to the table, Aska placed her face as near to his as she could.
”I don’t talk to cops,” As she said the words, the clone glanced down to the holo and saw it had come to a stop on a live broadcast from the Senate building here on Coruscant. Reporters and journalists bombarding the same man whose image was plastered on the drained can at her side. The man who had openly declared war on the Zaa Fenn and was now directly in charge of ensuring Gareth came to justice. ”-but I’d talk to him,” Huffing in disbelief, the Officer pushed away from the table pacing back and forth across the room.
”The President of the ISC has far more pressing matters than interrogating a murderer,”
”Emryc has just as much on the line with your investigation as you do, probably more,” the clone teased, making a point to refer to the half Sephi by his first name. ”Besides, I’m sure he’d love to hear from me. We go way back, he and I. And it’s the only way I’m gonna talk,” Aska finished with a sly smirk.
”You’re a known associate of Gareth Gin, a.k.a. the ‘White Lion’ of the Zaa Fenn. It was you two, amongst others, who managed to infiltrate Durr’s palace and proceed to execute him on live holo. These two facts alone warrant extra security precautions, I’m sure you understand,” the Investigator grunted in response as he swiped through files on his datapad. Though his eyes never met hers, she could see the fire burning behind them. Perhaps he had lost family and friends in the catastrophe?
”Well, it wasn’t live but I see your point,” the clone grumbled, leaning back in the plastic chair. ”I don’t know where Gareth is. I don’t know why he did what he did. I don’t know what he plans to do next. Anything you have to ask, the answers gonna be the same every time,” she continued.
”I struggle to believe that... The ‘Legends of Shaddaa’ you call yourselves. You know, for a time I was elated at what you two had done. I’ve lost many people to the plague and seeing Durr face justice… It was… I was glad,” as the Interrogator spoke, he continued to flip through files until finally coming to a stop and placing the datapad on the surface of the table, a projection of hundreds of ships ascending from the oceans of Mon Cala filling the space between them. ”Then Gareth did this! Those ships are carrying thousands of dead from my home! Those I’ve lost to AMS is paled in comparison to who I’ve lost at the hands of the Zaa Fenn!”
Aska pitied the man, a sullen expression crossing her face as she watched the air lifted deceased being brought up from the sea, but she wasn’t about to simply sit here and allow him to accuse her of something she had not been involved in.
”... and how is that my fault?” was all she could muster in response, soon followed by slamming fists against the table between them, knocking over the can of Emryc Energy he had brought in with him. Looking to the label, the silver eyes as piercing in print as they were in person, the clone found herself smirking slightly at seeing his face. ”I see the lawsuit is panning out,”
”Don’t play coy with me, girl! Where has Gareth hidden himself?!” he shouted, saliva spraying from his fish lips and coating both of her hands as well as flecking spots on her cheeks. Yet she remained silent, albeit disgusted, only further aggravating the Officer. Webbed fingers soon continued to wave through the hologram, the image changing with each motion. Senators condemning the act, workers of the ISCRA relaying the horrors of what they’ve seen to reporters, each channel focused on the same singular subject. Likely a scare tactic, demonstrating what was soon to come down on Gareth and his affiliates. ”Talk!” Leaning forward on her forearms while her wrists remain secured to the table, Aska placed her face as near to his as she could.
”I don’t talk to cops,” As she said the words, the clone glanced down to the holo and saw it had come to a stop on a live broadcast from the Senate building here on Coruscant. Reporters and journalists bombarding the same man whose image was plastered on the drained can at her side. The man who had openly declared war on the Zaa Fenn and was now directly in charge of ensuring Gareth came to justice. ”-but I’d talk to him,” Huffing in disbelief, the Officer pushed away from the table pacing back and forth across the room.
”The President of the ISC has far more pressing matters than interrogating a murderer,”
”Emryc has just as much on the line with your investigation as you do, probably more,” the clone teased, making a point to refer to the half Sephi by his first name. ”Besides, I’m sure he’d love to hear from me. We go way back, he and I. And it’s the only way I’m gonna talk,” Aska finished with a sly smirk.