Make Him Talk

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Thraxis"]


Not something GOMM truly appreciates doing, but it's the quickest way to get information, and most of the time... it's much more successful at getting the truth than trying to persuade a criminal through luxury or bribery. Recently, there have been minor pirate attacks and raids against the GOMM base, and a lot on their trade routes. While usually they don't get much, once or twice GOMM may have lost a freighter, they can't let this keep happening. People are getting hurt. Thankfully, the increased security dispatch of a few Redeemers solved the problem of one raid by complete surprise. Perhaps the Pirates were too arrogant, or they just slipped up one time. All enemies were taken out, but one survived, and taken prisoner.

A call was sent ahead to a man that Jeron had met recently that was... good... at these sort of things. Torture. He had offered to pay the man handsomely should he ever assist GOMM, but he never made the call... until now. He felt a little bit indebted to the man, as Jeron usually keeps his word, but it only took until now for him to give him a job that best suits his... particular skills. The man was given authorization to meet at the HQ of GOMM and lead to the room just beyond the room the captured pirate sat in.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis received a call, he had lounged around for a long time in the White Palace with nothing more then the normally innocent inhabitants who were as always. Subjected to totally justifiable torture. He flicked on his coms, reading down the screen as his hand scratched his head. "Huh. Didn't think I would actually get a call for this." he muttered with a satisfied shrug.

He packed some basics, whips, some sanding paper, water and electricity. He doubted he would need that much, but it was always better to be prepared for the unexpected. He lazed about a prepared ship, getting the pilot to make way to the indicated Coordinates as Thraxis retired to the floor, refusing to use the Captains quarters.
[member="Jeron Verity"]

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Thraxis"]


When the man arrived, Jeron greeted him professionally. "Greetings Thraxis, how have you been?" He asked as he turned to the side, allowing him to see a window, and through it was the target in question; the pirate. The window was obviously a mirror, but Jeron didn't want to watch, it was just the design. "What we got from him is that his name is Durga, and he is a Weequay with a very small group. We know they have to be close, but we don't have any idea if they are stationed on a planet, an abandoned starbase, or whatever filth hole they've dug themselves into. They've stolen many construction, food, and medical supplies, and sometimes murder my people in cold blood and even leave my ships drifting in space, damaged beyond all repair, with grafiti. So forgive me if I say, he is your paint pallet." He cleared his throat, surprised even he said such a thing, but he was serious.

Jeron walked toward Thraxis as he was about to leave, not wanting to watch. "We need as many locations of their hideouts as possible, even if it's just one. How many men they have, what kind of hardware they have, and a number and what kind of ships they have. Get this information, and you can ask for almost anything you want from GOMM. Good luck." He said as he left the room, giving Thraxis the keys to the door and the pirates handcuffs. There was a GOMM Guard on standby just in case, but he wouldn't help out. There were many a dozen tools laid out for Thraxis, if he needed more.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis cracked his neck, looking through the window. "Huh. I can break it." he said with confidence as he snatched the keys, making haste towards the room and slowly creaking it open, letting his fingers slowly wrap around the door as he slowly popped in, his helmet removed as he looked with a sinister grin. His tongue flickered about as he looked around, nothing spectacular. Just the basic run of the mill torturing equipment.

He looked around, grabbing a pair of pliers looking on as the man was strapped down. "Now then. Here is the deal. We have one of two options. Either you simply tell me everything you know. Which is the bad option mind you." he said as his cracked his knuckles with the pliers, causing a small indent with their metallic structure, "Or. We can do it my preferred way. Which is by far. Way more enjoyable." he said as he lunged, the pliers in hand as he held open his jaw with a few small clusters of wood. He made quick work, his Pliers plunging deep in as he pulled out tooth after tooth. Until he had a healthy selection of teeth to choose from.
[member="Jeron Verity"]

 

[Thraxis]

The screams were a fairly common response, some people try to not give the satisfaction at first, though eventually their primal response would kick in. It was all a matter of time. He kicked back, pulling out the whip he had and making small holes through the Whips rope, an eyebrow raised as he looked with a callous expression, "So then. Ya gonna talk?" he asked as he began to thread the teeth through the rope, only picking out the teeth with the capacity to dig through the flesh.

"Go... Go F-" he started to spew curses, blotches of blood flailing from his gums and onto the ground as Thraxis raised a brow. "Well. That was a tad uncalled for." he retorted as he rose, finishing up with the whip as he kicked the Weequay out of its chair, exposing its back as he let the whip crack in the air a few times before letting it meet with his flesh. Chunks of blood flashing out as it started to make small headway in coating the wall a sick red.

 

[Thraxis]

After hours of cutting through flesh Thraxis realized that the Weequay had gone unconscious from the pain. He had engaged to heavily in the delight. Though could he really be blamed, he had left all the torturing to the Gammoreans, trying to mold and shape each one into their own individual torturing monster.

He took a few steps back, applying some Bacta Gel onto he back to make sure the thing didn't die of blood loss. It took a few hours, Thraxis had finished the last few drops of booze as he looked on, but slowly the Weequay regained consciousness. "Now then. What do you know?" he said as he approached, grabbing the pirate by the skull while looking down with beady eyes.

"Fine... Just stop..." the weequay whispered, his face coated in a thick crimson paste. "All right then. First of all. Locations. Then Numbers. Then Ships. Then Weapons." he said with a hardy grin. The Weequay looking overwhelmed as he was told that he had to give up everything. Not a single thing forgotten.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis got comfortable, offering him his seat that had been stained in his blood, "Please. Sit." he said with a wave of the hand, watching as the Weequay uncomfortably obliged, trying his best to wipe of the blood with little success. He raised his hand to his chin as his hand motioned, "Well then. Get started." with a big ol' smile.

He choked out a few words, forcing himself along so he didn't have to walk through hell again, "We... have one Space Station. In the Via Star System... Our weapons aren't anything special. Just Blasters and some Cresh Armor..." he paused for a second, coughing up some blood as he wiped it off. "Our numbers ain't much better either. Just a few hundred strong..." so far it seemed like there was nothing special about the lot of them.

 

[Thraxis]

Then the next words came, a plan of sheer brilliance that he had heard of, though never utilised. "We don't have big ships. We have small ships flown by droids... we ram them at hyper-speed... it... from what I know something about Matter pulling and explosions.... that's all I know." to be frank, it was a brilliant idea, he could never find anyone else willing to do it .

He rose from his chair, pulling out a small vial of booze and tossing it to the Weequay, "Have a drink. Might just be your last if this guy decides to end ya." he started to laugh, as he pulled out his speaker, starting to take down his notes. One Space Station, few Hundred Strong, located in the Via System. Nothing Special in Armor or Weaponary. Though they have a lot of Smaller Ships. That could be a problem.

 

[Thraxis]

As he finished up he walked out the room, tossing the Recorder into the Guards hands, "I accept Payment in the form of Booze or Alcohol. If ya ain't got none of that consider it a free trial." he said as he walked past, waving behind him as he went back to his ship. Crashing his body down as he pulled out his Comm Link, checking for any new messages. Not a one, which gave him some fee time to go down to the Cantina on Tatooine.

As the ship left with a hushed roar he fell down onto the ground, his body lax as his eyes fell into the blanket of darkness, a smile elicited as he felt his blood soaked armor drip onto the ground, making a small pool as he whispered, "Todays been a good day." and with that silence was followed.
[member="Jeron Verity"]