Cui Bono?
Interrogation chambers ranked among Mauve’s least favorite locations. Cold. Uncomfortable. No alcohol.
The Zeltron tossed her wine-dark hair and shifted in the stiff, low backed chair. Violet eyes glowered at the one-way mirror on the opposite side of the room, beside the door. They were watching, these Sith.
Mauve supposed trying to sneak into a temple complex on one of their holy worlds did not rank among her brightest ideas. These Sith had too many factions. Where Quinn’s favoritism might get her in some doors, it left others locked. And they caught Mauve trying to shimmy the lock. Bastards.
The cold air inside the chamber made her skin prickle and she shivered slightly. Wearing a black skirt and matching halter top, she did not look the part of an infiltrator. That was the whole point. Unfortunately, the Sith were quite clever and incredibly dangerous. And now they had her here, wrists locked to the table in front of her by a set of stun cuffs.
She sighed, slipping off her heels and kicking up bare feet to rest on the frigid steel chair opposite her, legs stretched out beneath the table. They took away her gun of command, her bracelet with the personal shield generator, and even her ring with the devaronian gem. Mauve had not felt this exposed since… well. A long time. She had messed up, simple as that. She worried at the back of her lower lip with her teeth and wondered who they would send in to talk to her. Probably one of the gruesome ones with an overly large sword and spiky armor. She grimaced at the thought.
“Just hurry up and let’s get on with this,” she called to the mirror.
Honestly, I’ve places to be…
Lina Ovmar
The Zeltron tossed her wine-dark hair and shifted in the stiff, low backed chair. Violet eyes glowered at the one-way mirror on the opposite side of the room, beside the door. They were watching, these Sith.
Mauve supposed trying to sneak into a temple complex on one of their holy worlds did not rank among her brightest ideas. These Sith had too many factions. Where Quinn’s favoritism might get her in some doors, it left others locked. And they caught Mauve trying to shimmy the lock. Bastards.
The cold air inside the chamber made her skin prickle and she shivered slightly. Wearing a black skirt and matching halter top, she did not look the part of an infiltrator. That was the whole point. Unfortunately, the Sith were quite clever and incredibly dangerous. And now they had her here, wrists locked to the table in front of her by a set of stun cuffs.
She sighed, slipping off her heels and kicking up bare feet to rest on the frigid steel chair opposite her, legs stretched out beneath the table. They took away her gun of command, her bracelet with the personal shield generator, and even her ring with the devaronian gem. Mauve had not felt this exposed since… well. A long time. She had messed up, simple as that. She worried at the back of her lower lip with her teeth and wondered who they would send in to talk to her. Probably one of the gruesome ones with an overly large sword and spiky armor. She grimaced at the thought.
“Just hurry up and let’s get on with this,” she called to the mirror.
Honestly, I’ve places to be…
Lina Ovmar
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