Location: Dromund Kaas Interrogation Room
Kalanda had done something wrong, obviously, else she wouldn't be in this situation. The officer at the space port had blown a gasket about her bringing drugs into Sith space, and seized her goods. Now her lighsaber and her herbs were being seized, and now she was being accused of being a jedi and overall this was just annoying. She could leave whenever she wanted of course, but that wouldn't solve any of the problems she was looking at. So, strapped to an interrogation chair, she was listing to some customs official berate her, demanding to know if she was a spy for the jedi order. "Where are your jedi conspirators? Are you working alone, or are you part of a cell? Answer me woman!" The man demanded, slamming his hand on the table, as Kalanda stared into the ceiling tiles. "I told you, I'm with the CIS on a mission to help the poor and provide medical care. Check with Lady Amur of the Sith, she'll vouch for me." The man scowled, his energy within showed his was irritable and frankly a miserable person. How sad. "You know, if you tried to have a more positive outlook on life, maybe you wouldn't feel the need to take out your frustrations on those around you." The officer stared at her, his anger growing, as he firmly slapped Kalanda across the face. "Don't you dare talk to me like that jedi scum!" He shouted, causing her to wince, mostly in annoyance, as he quite literally slapped her in the face. "You want to speak to one of the Sith? Fine, maybe they can draw more information out of you." Readjusting his glove, the man left Kalanda on the table, with this sparky electrical thing hovering dangerously close to her. As the door shut behind the man, Kalanda realized that the sparky thing was moving closer, and she called upon the force to halt it in it's place. What a jerk. Kalanda was left to hold the torture tool off, as the man went about to make his call. Moving to the holocommunicator, a priority call was made out to Amur. "My Lord, we have captured a jedi who has revealed they know you by name. We've been unable to break her at current, and are requesting your assistance in dealing with this matter." He asked formally, leaving out several crucial details in the process. Kalanda meanwhile had snapped the tool out of it's place in the ceiling, and threw it against the observation booth, rather peeved at this whole ordeal. "I'm entitled to a public defender you nerf herder!" The officer looked back through the view port, sighing as he pitched the bridge of his nose; he really hated his job.