A Freindly Chat (Felix Dunst)

[Blair]

Somewhere on Antecedent....

The room was dark and secluded. One single light came from the dimmly lite on above where they had him tied up to a chair and waiting for interrogation. They'd found him snooping around there little operation on a weapons shipment meant for their friends, the Red Ravens. He was a cop from what tey could tell but they needed to know how much he knew before dealing out any sort of "treatment" for him. Otherwise he would wind up "missing" in the next few hours.

The man was [member="Felix Dunst"] and he was now a captive of the Star Striders, a recent gang of mercenaries who'd begun work within the Ravens territory. Their fame, while not as grand as one would think, was more focused in their original planet of Courascant, but recent history had seen fit to change that these days. Now they were trying to get by while doing favors and the like for the Ravens. All their plans were proceeded by their leader, who was not present during the shipment itself.

Upon hearing of their capture of this man, however, she had been informed too little too late. They'd already found him and brought him in for a little "talk" while she was over an hour away. That meant they had time to deal with him while she tried to reach them in time.

The room to where Felix was opened and in stepped a chiss and a zebrak. Both wore the crimson jackets of the Striders uniform, each customized in their own little way, while the chiss brought a chair in for himself. He placed it down in front of Felix before sitting down himself. The zebrak had all of Felix's weapons and belongings on him before tossing them onto a nearby table and crossing his arms. He looked the more brutish type as compared to the chiss.

"So Mr. Dunst, I'm sure you're thinking that this is where we put an end to your life. Sad as it may be." the chiss began. "But you've got us all wrong. We're not murderers. We're not the same type of crooks you tend to deal with. We're a lot more civil than that. So all we want to do is talk things over. Try to see if we can reach something of an agreement."

 

[Felix Dunst]

The man look up at the new arrivals through weary eyes, his vision blurred as the dangling light poured down weakly on his battered frame. His dilated pupils rested upon those crimson jackets the two figures wore, bloodied veins etching themselves on those otherwise white orbs. Dollops of blood and mucus poured down from his nostrils, down past his lips as they hanged onto his chin before dripping down on the cold floor beneath him, a painful reminder of what has happened to him during his failed ploy at catching the criminal organization red handed during one of their numerous business meetings. The sound of clinging metal ringed through his ears, forcing the man to avert his gaze towards the nearby wooden table as he watched with dread. His pistol, wallet, identity acts, ammunition, and badge all fell down upon with a loud thud as the Zebrak began to calmly arrange them in a loose order. "An agreement?" Felix replied with a hoarse voice through cracked lips, stirring his tongue between his teeth before spitting a mixture of blood and drool on the floor.

His tie hung loosely around his neck, sweat and blood pouring down his neck as they dampened and dirties his shirt. The jacket he usually wore rested itself firmly on the back of the seat he leaned against, tore and destroyed from the previous altercation as his fingers nervously clutched onto it. His arms jotted to the side all of a sudden as he winced in pain, the clinging of those handcuffs echoing in his ears as he felt the cold metal dig into his wrists. He bit down harshly onto his lower lip, teeth barring themselves ever so slightly as he looked into the face of the blurry figure in front of him. "Excuse me for finding that hard to believe." He replied curtly, his lips moving ever so slightly as he silently prayed that a miracle would be bestowed upon him and get him out of this mess.

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

The chiss leaned back and said "Now Mr. Dunst, surley you can understand where we're coming from. Thing is we don't want this to get any messier than it needs to. You just give us what we want and you'll go free. I'm trying to help you here, see? But if you prefer the alternative, I'm afraid I can't be held responsible for what my friend will end up doing."

He indicated the zebrak nearby who gave a grim smirk. He seemed the type to deal out new one way or another. The chiss knew well enough that he was good at beating information out of people, no matter how resilient they were. The Zebrak did it for the pleasure, especially when it came to hinder on Strider business. He would make sure if this cop was lukcy enough to live after this that he would never want to mess with the Ravens or the Striders ever again.

[member="Felix Dunst"]

 

[Felix Dunst]

The man felt his entire body shake and shiver in fright as his eyes rested upon that menacing smirk of the blue skinned humanoid, a tingle running down his spine as the rattling of his chains once more echoed through those small colorless walls. A small groan of pain and annoyance slipped through the cracks in his mouth, his tongue gently licking around those dry and cracked lips as they desperately attempted to moisturize them with whatever saliva he could form. "Is . . . Is that so . . ." He murmured pathetically in a shaky voice as his vision began to stabilize and clear up, brown pupils darting between the thug in front of him and the goon sitting at the other end of the room cracking his knuckles with a sadistic grin. Felix swallowed audibly as he leaned back into his own chair out of fear, fidgeting in his seat as the mixture of the wood croaking and creaking under his weight mixed with the rattling of metal. "I'm afraid I know nothing. So if you gentleman could keep your end of the bargain and undo this cuffs, that would be lovely." He replied in a trembling voice, his quivering lips forcing themselves into a less than confident smile as he tried to steel his nerves and calm his beating heart.

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

With a deep sigh the chiss leaned back in his seat, glancing over to the zebrak before saying "Now you say that and we want to belive you, Mr. Dunst, but sadly we don't. And, also sad to say, if you're not going to cooperate with us then we'll just have to play things a little harder. I am sorry, but you're not giving us much choise here." He stood and made his way over to the spot where the zebrak was, as he began to walk over to [member="Felix Dunst"] himself, before saying "Try not to make too much of a mess."

The zebrak nodded and looked to Fliex, grabbing him by the chin and holding it up so he could see his eyes. He smirked again before punching him hard across the right cheek. He laughed as he could tell it hurt before raising his face up again to deliver another punch. However they were stopped when somone opened the door, both of them suprised by who it was. A woman wearing a Raven's jacket like them looked annoyed at both the chiss and the zebrak. The jacket was a basic version compared to the others, the long sleeves covering her arms, but she wore a glove over her right hand. Her hair was up in an afro style and she wore hoop earrings.

Looking at the scene before her Deborah said "What do you idiots thinkg you're doing?" the chiss tried to explain before she rasied her hand and silenced him. "Get out. Both of you. I'll talk with you later." As if to show how serious she was she shot them both cold looks, the two hurrying out as fast as possible. After that she looked back to Felix and slowly walked over, taking a seat in front of him. "Why were you at the docks and spying on our shipments?"

 

[Felix Dunst]

The man bit down harshly on his trembling lips as the humanoids words ringed through his ears, knocking against his battered drums as he watched him slowly rise from his seat to walk over to his partner. A low and desperate mewl escaped those bloodied lips of Felix as the horned man approached him with hands curled into fists, weakly gritting his teeth towards him in an act of defiance. His entire body shook and trembled with fear and disgust as those rough hands cupped his chin and lifted his head upwards, struggling to keep eye contact with him through fluttery eyes as he felt a lump form itself inside of his throat. His quivering lips moved ever so slightly as if they were taunting the man, no words pouring out from them as he felt that malicious laughter echo through the bleak walls of the room as his head was forcefully craned to the side. A single brief moment had passed, barely a second, before he he let out a loud groan of pain that covered up the disguising sound of flesh hitting flesh. He felt the skin start to burn and bruise from the punch, his entire body shaking violently as he desperately tried to calm his nerves. Looking up at the raised fist through half closed eyes, he hurriedly closed them and braced himself for another impact, blood streaming down the corners of his mouth to hang onto his chin.

The creaking of the metal door made him shiver and flinch as if he were punched again, not daring to open his eyes until the third, more feminine voice could of been heard. Tentatively lifting his eyes lids, he watched the new woman with a raised eyebrow as she commanded the other two goons with a firm and authoritarian tone of voice, feeling the hand grabbing a hold of his face loosen its grip at her orders. A sigh of relief passed the short haired mans lips as the two hurriedly scuttled outside of the room, letting his head hang low as he breathed in heavily through his teeth from the pain in his cheek. The sound of metal clanging against metal made him shyly lift his chin upwards to look at the now seated woman in front of him, lips curling into a faint smirk at her question. "I'm a secret admirer. That a good enough answer for you doll?"

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

Given his cheeky comment Deborah smirked, letting out a small chuckle, before saying "I doubt you even know who I am. But I appreciate the comment, handsome. Thing is, though, I'm not in the mood for games. So I want you to come clean with me. Who told you about the little deal we were making? Where's your source of info? Can't have little cracks in the system, if you know what I mean." Her tone seemed so inviting and yet so devious as well, showing what sort of intent this woman had for [member="Felix Dunst"] if he wasn't going to cooperate.

 

[Felix Dunst]

The man chuckled lightly to his own horrible joke and the response that the black skinned woman gave him, his brows furrowing and face wincing in pain as a low groan slipped through those glossy lips of his. Retracting his tongue inside and closing that partway opened mouth of his, he swirled and swiveled the bruised pink member tenderly along his teeth and gums for a few seconds before turning his head sideways and spitting a dollop of drool and blood onto the cold floor beneath them. Turning back to peer into the girls brown eyes, his head craned backwards ever so slightly as if to rest his nape against the wooden back of the chair, humming softly to himself for a few brief moments before replying in a husky voice. "Doesn't matter love, I still brought some chocolate." He replied, nodding his head towards the nearby table as his skin slowly but surely took on a more purple tint. "It's shaped like a badge, can't miss it. Make sure to swallow it in one go, maybe your throat is still loose enough that your gag reflex won't push it all the way back."

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

Another joke, only this one was ruder then the last. She gave him an annoyed looking before reaching out with her right hand and holding him by the cheeks. Given the grip she had on him it seemed unusually stronger than a regular woman's, or human for that matter. She leaned in close and said "I'd be careful about what you say, wiseguy. Here's the thing, I'm trying to get you off with just a warning. A nice little slap on the wrist. Last thing I need is the heat on me and my guys because we've axed off a cop. But if you keep playing around like this, I'm going to start having to make exceptions."

[member="Felix Dunst"]

 

[Felix Dunst]

The mans lips faintly curled into another smirk at his own vulgar retort despite the stinging pain he felt from his cheeks from the act. A low oomph and mewl escaped his throat as he felt that lithe looking hand grip him viciously, the skin on his face forcing itself inwards due to her fingers and lips puckering up ever so slightly. Beads of sweat formed around his face as the woman leaned in to better speak to him, that threatening tone sending a shiver down his spine as he desperately tried to lean forward to meet her grip. Pained groans slipped through his mouth as his body shivered in pain from that ridiculously strong hold she had of his face, his mind racing with fear and terror as he half expected the woman to rip his jaw off at any moment. "Gho ahed an maek un . . . Yu ain gon lern snot from mi ded body then!" He replied curtly, his words a jumbled mess as he tried to speak through puckered lips and pinched tongue. He squirmed restlessly in his seat under that vice like grip, the clattering of metal reverberating through the walls as he tried once more to pull his cuffs apart.

[member="Deborah Waller"]

 

[Blair]

After figuring out what [member="Felix Dunst"] was saying past her grip on his mouth she sneered before letting him go. Deborah stood and walked over to the table where his things were before looking them over. Eventually she picked up his gun and aimed it at him, as if ready to shoot. "You know, back in basic training my drill sergeant taught me where to shoot the enemy to disable them before you'd actually kill them. It helped if you were trying to cripple someone. Not kill them. One of the more painful places is right in the kneecap. Good chance the guy who gets a blaster round there ain't going to walk ever again." Suddenly she drew the gun back and finished with "But I don't think I want to waste the round on you sugar. But I do feel like I need to settle a few things straight with you. And number one is..." Suddenly the gun was clenched tightly in her right hand to the point where the metal began to snap and break. Eventually a broken remain of the gun was in her hand, pieces falling to the floor. "...don't get on my bad side."