Dominion nodded then stood up from the table, walking casually and rather slowly. Not his usual walking pace, but enough that he could really take in the ship. The hallways, the doors, the tables that could be useful cover. He pretended to walk by a hallway and catch something interesting, then changed course down that way to his right. Just the casual agent looking around the ship. He could note that the ship was a real patch job. Some wall panels were a slight different color, or one hallway would vastly differ from one.
He turned down a hallway that, if his mental picture of the ship from outside was anything to count on, should be leading towards the most likely place for the prison to be. They entered a room that had three hallways leading off from it, all locked with the doors shut and energy shields on them. There was a desk facing toward the door the Agent and the Sith entered from, and a man sitting there. He looked up at them curiously. Dominion decided he wanted to talk first.
"Hey, Bael wanted us to come interrogate someone you just picked up. Sound familiar?"
"Well, yeah, but you have to have clearanc-" He started, but Dominion shook his head.
"Buddy, Bael is trying to deal with your dead comrades down on Tatooine right now. He believes that who you picked up is working with them. He hired us two to come down here and make her talk."
"Alright, I'm going to have to contact him then." He reached for a wrist communicator, and Dominion interrupted again.
"I told you, he's dealing with your dead friends. You really want to talk to him when he's like that? You know he'll see it as challenging his orders."
The man seemed to gulp, and lowered his wrist. "R-right. Go on in, Cell 312." He pressed a button on the control panel, unlocking one of the doors, the shield dispersing. Dominion looked at Skale. "After you."
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