Derisive Umbaran
ROXULI SYSTEM
DERELICT STATION - CONTROL ROOM
DERELICT STATION - CONTROL ROOM
Dagmer Ren had been having a good day. Like all days, it started with him telling people what to do, and having his own space station, and shooting up spice. Now Dagmer Ren was strapped to a chair. Now Dagmer Ren had a cauterized stump where his right arm, past the elbow, used to be. Now Dagmer Ren had no people who would listen to him when give orders, because they had all been killed. Or captured, maybe, but probably mostly killed.
And now Dagmer Ren's face was starting to swell, on account of being slapped around by a rotating shift of Nanogene Troopers.
This was no longer a very good day for Dagmer Ren. But for Darth Adekos, it was presently middling.
The Umbaran gestured for a pause in the current beating and stepped forward, kneeling slightly so as to be eye-level with Dagmer. "Once more. Where is the shipment?"
"The Ren," Dagmer wheezed painfully, "Cares not for what it consumes."
"I am not asking you to care. I am asking you to recall. Can the Ren recall what it 'consumes'?"
Dagmer licked his split lips, "It can. It remembers the slaughter with satisfaction, the exquisite pain of your men as they died. But nothing more."
Was that supposed to bother him? They were clones. They were quite literally bred to die. That was the problem with these Ren devotees: all flash, all fury, no substance. No brains, no goals, and no ability to read an enemy. One had to wonder what the First Order ever saw in them.
Adekos furrowed his brow, and opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by one of the Nanogene Troopers monitoring the security feed. "Lord Adekos, an unidentified ship has just docked in hangar four."
Great. Someone else had come looking for these worthless bandits. He stood promptly, smoothed out his shirt. "Keep an eye on it, then," he snapped, eyes settling on a different trooper. "And you. I think we're ready for the next phase of interrogation."
An electro-baton crackled to life, and Dagmer did his very best to look brave.