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[Rackham]

C O N D U C T I N G_P E S T_C O N T R O L

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
LOLA SAYU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Rackham stepped out of the Imperial Gunship once it had made landfall on the landing platform right outside of the Imperial prison known as the Citadel. As the ISS Director walked towards the Prison complex flanked by a pair of SpecNav Commandos he took a glance at the INV Sularen's Revenge which hovered above the prison providing an additional layer of security as the prison went through renovations.

Upon entering the prison, Rackham was lead towards the detention cell making his way through the complex labyrinth of hallways before he finally arrived at his destination : a single detention cell guarded by a pair of Commandos. "Retrieve the prisoner." he ordered. The Commandos complied and opened the door where the prisoner in question awaited them bound in chains. The two Commandos would then proceed to take unbind the prisoner from his chains and slap some handcuffs on his wrists as he was brought outside the detention cell.

Without saying anything else Rackham brought the Prisoner to a nearby interrogation chamber where he was strapped into an interrogation chair with two Commandos standing guard outside and another two joining Rackham as he stepped into the chamber. Once the doors closed, the ISS Director finally addressed the prisoner. "Cynan Obaith. The Former Corellian Ambassador to the High Republic." he began.

"My name is Director Rackham of the Imperial Security Service and i have some questions for you. As long as you comply this process will be relatively painless. Resist and you will suffer." he said before pressing a single button and activating the electroshock conduits that began electrifying Obaith before ceasing. "Now let's begin with the interrogation, shall we?"

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Lola Sayu
Tag: Rackham

Imprisonment was not something that Cynan had ever thought he would see. The man lived not only a very comfortable life, but he also ensured to work hard as someone who did good. Working on saving the lives of others and yet, he still somehow found himself imprisoned. False imprisonment by an authority that Cynan did not recognise or believe to be valid. But still imprisoned. What was a previous well-groomed beard and short hair was a little shaggier now. Some unkemptness coming that Cynan was not exactly pleased with but he was not going to complain. He knew that these imperials wanted him to break, they wanted him to demonstrate weakness and surrender.

They just didn't know how stubborn Cynan was as a person.

"Former? Did the High Republic fire me from my position?" Cynan questioned, "that position is still mine whether or not your farce of a supreme commander is falsely imprisoned me. And I will be returning to Corellia and continuing my work there." There was a fire in his eyes as he stared forward. There was not a chance that he would allow this interrogator believe he would say anything about the High Republic.

Sighing deeply, "you should really invest in some cushions or at least provide a chair with better back support. How could anyone focus on questions while being positioned so uncomfortably?" Cynan complained. "Are we going to do an exchange of questions? Like, you ask one, I tell you to fuck off, then I ask you a question and you tell me to fuck off? I would rather skip all that personally and just go back to my prison cell."

Breathing in deeply, Cynan knew that he was going to be facing a lot of torture in his near future but there was nothing they could do to him that would have Cynan break in that regard. It was a good sign that they knew of his title, it meant that the High Republic had learned of his absence and that they had made their thoughts on that matter very clear. He also had some assumptions about the possibility of war on the horizon since this interrogation was a clear desire to garner information to try and get an advantage over the High Republic during an invasion.

But that would never be something that Cynan would do.

"So, I was very disappointed that your boss did not take my offer for a peaceful life and home on Corellia. Does the rest of the Imperial Confederation know that he is dragging them into war with the High Republic?" He was curious whether that was something known to the Imperial Confederation since it was probably not something that they would have necessarily wanted. Especially since they were already at war with the Sith Order. A losing war at that.

 

[Rackham]

C O N D U C T I N G_P E S T_C O N T R O L

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
LOLA SAYU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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In response to Obaith's statements, Rackham simply pressed a button and began electrocuting Obaith once more with greater intensity for seven seconds before eventually halting. "I do not care about your delusions or the politics of this matter." Rackham responded. "What matters is that i extract the information i need from you." he added. "But since you aren't willing to cooperate i'll have to resort to more drastic measures."

The ISS Director then took out a datapad and began swiping through it finally finding what he sought. "You think you're tough, that you can't be broken, but that is merely another delusion you've conjured in your mind. Every man and woman has a weakness, things they hold onto very dearly, things they're afraid to lose." he continued. He then showed the contents on his data pad to Obaith showing photos of his family members going about their own business taken at a far distance

"Since your imprisonment, I've ordered my agents to keep track on the movements of your family members. All it would take is a single order and i can make them disappear forever. Put an end to the story of House Obaith." he added before showing multiple pictures of one of Obaith's sisters, Gwen taken during her time at the Royal Naboo Academy. "I'm already sure you recognize her. Would be a shame if her future was taken away from her before it could truly begin." he said taunting Obaith.

'That being said, if you wish for your family to remain unharmed then i suggest you cooperate. So let's try this again shall we." he said before once more electrocuting Obaith to ensure he understood the stakes of this matter.

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Lola Sayu
Tag: Rackham

The elecrution coursed intensely through Cynan. His body seizing and desperately attempting to manage the spasming best that it could. Once the torture passed, Cynan panted deeply, his body was equipped to handle with a lot but electrical torture was something very new. And not at all any fun. Cynan listened to what his torturer had to say, barely holding back laughter. It was always switching to drastic measures.

Which was revealed to not be torture but revealing a hand and one that Cynan get rage burning through his body. He remained calm on the exterior, this fool wanted to see Cynan angry, furious and fighting the constraints. However, Cynan remained calm and level-headed since that would only further demonstrate that these imperials had nothing and could do nothing.

"Interesting. Problem is, if you had the ability, you would have captured my family and had them tortured in front of me. To really intimidate me." Cynan stated, "however, I know they live in the heart of the High Republic, your spies would not even leave the system before they were trapped, arrested and interrogated." Cynan stared straight at the imperial, studying every detail of his face, making sure he knew exactly who would dare to threaten his family and who would face justice when Cynan called for arrest of those linked to Sularen after the fall of the Imperial Confederation.

Cynan felt the next wave lf elecricity that was sent through his body. Spasming hard as the torture lingered for a few moments. Cynan spat at Rackham, panting heavily as the torture worned him down physically but his mind remained intact. "Really demonstrates how humanitarianism, civility and pacifism will really be the downfall of your imperialism. My words are so much of a threat that you decide that you have to kill my entire house to prevent us from bringing down the farce of an empire you run here."

"I will be back on Corellia and bring in a new golden era before you or your superiors ever get a chance to see the Imperial Confederation succeed in their campaigns." Cynan coldly stated as he leaned back and prepared for more torture.

 

[Rackham]

C O N D U C T I N G_P E S T_C O N T R O L

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
LOLA SAYU, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Rackham only carefully observed Obaith was he responded to him. Even while he was actively being tortured and facing the prospect of his family getting targeted he remained confident. Some people might have broke right there, especially when their loved ones were on the lines but Obaith persisted in his defiance. It was almost impressive, but still it wouldn't matter. In the end the Director would get what he wanted, he simply needed to find the right approach to get Obaith to divulge any useful information he had with him.

"You'd be surprised to know how easy it is to abduct an entire family even from under the nose of your so-called Republic." Rackham retorted. "Your family remains free because they have little use to us in the long-term. You're here as leverage, they're just collateral." he added.

"That being said, I've always found your arrogance quite amusing. Your belief that you can lead Corellia into a new golden age despite lacking the political capital and the sheer economic weight to reach the same degree of power and influence the old Corellian Confederation ever achieved. Quite ambitious, but delusional." he remarked. "Corellia had it's golden era under the Diktat's of old and now their time is up."

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[Cynan Obaith]

Location: Lola Sayu
Tag: Rackham

"The irony of the imperials. They have to believe that oppression and stripping the rights of their citizens has to make things more secure. That crushing those beneath you means that betrayals, leaks, liberation could never happen with your watch." Cynan glared at Rackham, "but that's the magic of rebellions. The harder you look, the easier they are to grow and fight back. Your empire crumbles far faster than it grows and even if I were to die today. Another version of me would rise. Another version would ensure Corellia's safety from Sularen."

He breathed in deeply, the pain, the torture, the threats. He would withstand it all and he would ensure that no imperial believed they were safe in their ideologies. Because freedom was a right every person deserved. The freedom to do good or bad, they deserved to be free and no empire allowed that freedom.

"Surprising you say that the golden era is behind Corellia. Seems to me that you are suggesting that Marlon could not bring a new golden era." Cynan laughed, "not sure your boss would enjoy that insinuation from you. Maybe you deserve a turn in the chair." Cynan mocked as he continued to breath in deeply. "My plans for Corellia are not simple, they are not overnight solutions. Things like this take time. It is understanding what could make a great economy for what the future might hold. All you plan to do is work the people to death building your weapons and imperial ships. The one is a lack of understanding and appreciation for what Corellia could be is yourself and Marlon."

Taking the time to spit in the face of the imperial torturing him, "also, do not overestimate your abilities, sir. Threaten my family again, and you will wish you were in this chair." Cynan growled, the renowned pacifist and nice man was shadowed in darkness.