| Interrogation; Tag: Drew, Rollan, Tessa, Cap. Mackenzie | |
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| Adelis Vibeke | May 14 2010, 12:31 AM Post #1 |
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Lieutenant Vibeke had taken one of the smaller shuttles off of the Shènglì to board the Cressida. It only took her a matter of minutes, what with the proximity of the ships. She was dressed to the nines, as per usual, and she was ready to do some damage. While she didn't have anything against the man she was set to interrogate in particular, she surely had some problems with Independents. What's more, she had a fair bit of anger in her from the fàng pì mission they were currently on. What in the world was the Alliance doing kidnapping kids? She didn't get it and it sort of pissed her off. She strolled into the Conference Room, a standard issue Alliance Pistol on her left hip, a 10 inch bowie knife on her right. She didn't have plans on using either; her fists usually did enough talking for her. Adelis had been the muscle for interrogations before. She didn't look as imposing as a large man might, but she made up for it in being meaner than a cornered badger when provoked. She looked around the room at those gathered; so far it was just herself, Commander Strauss, and the former Alliance Doctor, tied to a chair. She assumed that at the very least the Captain would make an appearance, if not to question the captive, then at least to make sure he was being brutalized properly. She wasn't entirely sure what the Captain wanted of her; if she was to beat the man silly or wait until he arrived for questioning. She cracked her knuckles and looked over to Rollan. "Orders, Sir? I assume we are waiting for Captain MacKenzie before we get started?" she addressed him, completely ignoring the other man in the room for now. |
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| Drew Lancaster | May 20 2010, 08:59 AM Post #2 |
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To say that Drew felt uncomfortable was a gross understatement. He'd been privy to seeing interrogations more than once, and had managed to avoid them since he'd defected however many years ago. He wasn't too eager to be the center of one. Ever. But here he was, the metal bonds tying his wrists together behind the chair digging into his wrists uncomfortably. And, of course, Drew and his stubborn self struggled plenty, and he could feel the bite, the soreness, and the warm liquid as it slipped down his wrists, pooling in his palm before dripping onto the floor. Though the gruff Irishman kept his face stoic, his mind was running a mile a minute. He was terrified. He'd not speak about the mission, or their end goal, or even about Rosie. He wouldn't let them get to Gwen - not Gwen. His wife had quickly become to most important thing to him, affecting him far more than he'd ever thought. And he intended to let her know that next time he could hold her in his arms. Okay, so the worst part about interrogations, he was quickly reminded, was the waiting. For the interrogation to start. Drew found a spot on the wall and stared at it, pretending it was the most interesting speck of metal in the 'verse. |
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| Rollan Strauss | May 29 2010, 04:26 PM Post #3 |
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The Commander didn't respond right away as he was busy browsing his personal tablet. A quick query over the doctor had brought up a couple flags. Nothing too interesting until he got to the last one, treason. Rollan's eyes flicked over the filed report, it was a particularly gritty one with many alliance lives wasted at the end of it, something that pushed the Commander from feeling mildly reluctant to genuinely interested. "The Captain ordered me to go ahead and get started. I'm sure he'll eventually show up but something tells me this has 'personal' written all over it." he finally replied Officer Vibeke. Rollan then flipped back to the first page of the doctor's file and began to read out the basics. "Drew Lancaster, a former alliance doctor. Didn't really see anything special until I got to his flags. He paused for a moment, looking to the man before reading the flags aloud for Vibeke to hear. "Carrying a concealed weapon, drunk and disorderly,resisting arrest, assault, and finally, treason. The commander's face was grim. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for in this sorry excuse for a doctor,Captain MacKenzie had been vague when he ordered Rollan to simply 'Make him talk', what was the man supposed to talk about? The god damn weather? "I wasn't too keen on being rough today, but what do you think Vibeke? Does this guy look like a doctor or traitor to you?" |
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| Drew Lancaster | May 31 2010, 09:46 PM Post #4 |
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Drew looked up at the other man, his lips pressed together in mild frustration. "If'n yer expectin' ant sorta response outta me, yer sorely mistaken. You boarded this ship without any clearance, what makes ye think a li'l roughin' up'd throw me?" His words were rash, uncalled for. He should've kept his mouth shut, but, really, that was like asking him not to breathe. Really, though, he'd expected this. The minute he'd heard the door opening, the minute he knew the Alliance purplebellies were coming, he knew he would end up tied to this chair. So, why would they not research him first? It was 'interrogation etiquette.' He prayed that word had ceased to reach the Bing Quan. Drew knew there was nothing to find on Cressida, and he certainly would let nothing pass his lips. Drew sat back, letting his wrists slacken, the slow drip of blood to the small pool just behind him deafening as Drew waited for whatever they were going to do or pull. It wasn't a long wait, he knew, but it sure as hell felt like it. Edited by Drew Lancaster, May 31 2010, 09:46 PM.
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| Rollan Strauss | May 31 2010, 11:11 PM Post #5 |
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"Well you certainly seem angry enough." The commander replied, he couldn't help but frown a little at the situation. The captain hadn't exactly been distinct on what the doctor was supposed to talk about, all information about the ship, it's cargo and destination were all in line with it's manifest so nothing technically illeagal was going on here unless the Techs that were analyzing the computers found out otherwise. "I guess I should show some politness in simply asking you if there is anything I should know. I'd hate to see Vibeke's knuckles all bloodied up over nothing." How was he supposed to interrogate someone without any direction? Did the captain have his head in the coulds? He pressed the ping button on his com-link and hoped the Captain would respond. In the meantime he'd try to figure out something to ask. Why were they here anyways? It had something to do with the kid they were looking for, the captain's niece or something right? "Why don't you start off by telling me about Rosalee, how she came to be on board and the like. Please keep in mind I'm trying to go easy about this, there's no need to get you any more roughed up than you are already. A little good cop, bad cop routine never hurt to start with. Hopefully Captain MacKenzie would pull his head out of his ass. Edited by Rollan Strauss, May 31 2010, 11:11 PM.
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| Drew Lancaster | Jun 1 2010, 08:11 AM Post #6 |
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Drew raised his eyebrows. He had no idea what he was looking for, did he? No clue about what he was supposed to get out of Drew - unless Hunter was hiding something important, which Fi probably would have shared with Gwen at the very least...but Fi had no more qualms with Hunter. "Your Captain MacKenzie doesn't know better'n to prep his crew before an interrogation?" He allowed a small, smug smile to creep onto his lips. Giving a sigh, he eyed the two purplebellies."She's the daughter of a fellow crew member." That sounded good to Drew's ears - it was the truth. Drew wasn't planning on being a whole wealth of information for them. It suddenly occurred to him that they knew about Rosalee. He stiffened, his voice growing somewhat colder than he would've liked. "If'n you'd like to keep yer head, I'd recommend you leave her right where you found her." If they took Rosalee...Drew wasn't sure what he would do. How would he explain something like that to the rest of the crew? Well, he wouldn't, most likely. Hunter would probably kill him before he got the chance. And the purplebellies that took her not long after. Edited by Drew Lancaster, Jun 1 2010, 08:17 AM.
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| Adelis Vibeke | Jun 1 2010, 11:02 AM Post #7 |
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A.K. looked from Rollan to the traitorous doctor, wanting to hit him and not having any real reason to - yet. She tilted her head from side to side, a small pop coming from the vertebrae in her neck. She hated the doctor for being a traitor, for having been Alliance and selling out his own people. While he was giving them information, however, she couldn't make his face into mush. "Captain MacKenzie sees fit to give us the information he deems important," she said, her eyes filled with hatred. Her voice was an octave or two lower than normal too, her rage and desire to beat the man silly more than apparent. "An' while I don't necessarily approve of that, knowin' that you're a traitorous sack of mǐ tián gòng... that's enough for me to do my job properly." She turned to the side and spit. "Commander, ask him somethin' he can't answer so I can make his face look like raw hamburger." Edited by Adelis Vibeke, Jun 1 2010, 11:02 AM.
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| Rollan Strauss | Jun 1 2010, 03:24 PM Post #8 |
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Rollan sighed while rubbing his temple. The commander wasn't any good at questioning, something that was usually left to lower officers while the higher ups observed. He wasn't expecting Vibeke to defend him from the doctor's sharp tounge but it was welcome. She seemed eager enough to wail on him for a little bit. "Obviously he's got better things to do than deal with pieces of shit like you. Christ I wish I could just get the operative down here to flush him out the air lock like the trash he is. Rollan replied to Adelis as he turned his attention back to the doctor. "You heard the doctor threaten me didn't you? I don't think I need to question him any more for the moment. A sly grin rose on the Commander's face as he stepped back from the doctor. "Officer Vibeke, show the good doctor how we handle threats. All feelings of remorse seemed to have gone for the moment. It felt nice not having to worry how you looked, especially when someone was already determined you were the bad guy. Nothing wrong with playing the part sometimes right? |
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| Drew Lancaster | Jun 2 2010, 10:35 PM Post #9 |
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Drew tilted his head, a slight smirk on his lips. "Weren't so much of a threat as a warnin'." That answer would only worsen the current situation, but he only thought it right to let them know. "No need to show me. Been there." He was prepping himself for the fists to land. He was sure they'd hurt like hell - she looked pretty damn tightly wound. "Before you beat me to a pulp, I thought I'd let you know you ain't gonna be dealt with too kindly." Rosie. Rosie. Gorrammit, they were getting Rosalee. He'd beg them not to, but he knew that would be a fruitless endeavor. They did whatever they pleased, and no one, especially a traitor, would change that fact. "Ne plus faisez vous." Do your worst. |
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| Adelis Vibeke | Jun 2 2010, 11:00 PM Post #10 |
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A.K. didn't speak any French, though it mattered not. She was going to destroy the man in front of her. She was going to make him pay for those who had died because of his treachery. The Security Officer shot one quick glance at Rollan for approval before slugging the man in the jaw, the knuckles of her right hand making a satisfying "crack" on his face. "I'm not any more afraid of a bunch of Browncoats than I am a wúyòng, bú yàoliǎn cockroach. You lost the war, remember?" She hit him hard, twice, in his side, her fist making ample contact with his ribs. Her hand hurt, which meant she had probably broken at least one of his ribs, and she may have injured one of her fingers. His nose was next to be broken. "Any questions before I rearrange his face, Commander?" |
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| Rollan Strauss | Jun 3 2010, 03:02 PM Post #11 |
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Before the commander could respond, a tech sounded off on the com-link. No clear cut evidence of underground activity had been found though links to other organizations linked with rebellion were found. Just what I needed Rollan thought as he looked over to Adelis and grinned. "Well to be honest, we might have to change things up now that I've got a little more information to work with. He replied, setting his sites back on the traitor. "How about you start telling me what you know of the underground. If you do I'll let you keep a straight nose, otherwise I'll have officer Vibeke work on you a little longer and see if you feel like talking then." If all else failed he could always move to more drastic measures. "If that doesn't work, I'll call a tech down here and see how much of the ship's current it will take to make you amicable." As much as he didn't want to admit it, part of what he was planning to do felt good. Rollan wasn't sure what to think of such a thing but no wasn't the time for reflection. "I really don't want it to come to that so please, let's try this again. What do you know about the underground?" |
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| Drew Lancaster | Jun 3 2010, 04:02 PM Post #12 |
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You lost the war, remember? Her words reverberated in Drew's mind, but they lacked her desired effect even as his ears rang and his eyes watered. He moved his jaw, feeling the pain far more acutely than he'd remembered. He'd been punched many times - he'd just had the ability to punch back. But it wasn't until her fist made contact with his ribs that Drew let out his first grunt of pain, wincing as he tried to breathe shallowly, carefully, just in case one of them were too close to his lungs. "How about you start telling me what you know of the underground. If you do I'll let you keep a straight nose, otherwise I'll have officer Vibeke work on you a little longer and see if you feel like talking then." "Ta be honest, I never much cared fer my nose. A li'le too straight, don't you think?" His Irish brogue was thick as ever as he looked at the blonde man, his eyes moving to the woman - Vibeke, he'd called her - briefly before shifting back. "Now a nose like yours, been broken a few times." Drew nodded, "I think tha' might fit my face perfectly." "If that doesn't work, I'll call a tech down here and see how much of the ship's current it will take to make you amicable."..."I really don't want it to come to that so please, let's try this again. What do you know about the underground?" The thought of being electrocuted was not a pleasant one, but they'd find nothing here, and he'd be willing to share absolutely nothing. "See, here's where we got a bi' o' a problem. You'll hurt me if I don't say things ye like to hear. But I don't know anythin' about the things you like to hear." Drew raised an eyebrow to him. "I do believe tha's what we call an impasse." Edited by Drew Lancaster, Jun 3 2010, 04:07 PM.
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| Rollan Strauss | Jun 3 2010, 04:51 PM Post #13 |
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The Irishman was probably right, this whole thing seemed more like a waste of time than anything. As much as he wanted to believe the doctor, the man was still a traitor, his word couldn't be trusted. Rollan saw a judgment call coming up in the near future, something he hated doing. "Y'know I want think we do in fact have a stalemate but the problem here is, how do I know you are telling the truth? The Commander rubbed his left temple as he spoke, a definite headache was coming on. Days like these made him hate being in the military. Not only was he stuck doing a piss poor interrogation, he was probably going to have to let the Doctor off the hook which would no doubt anger his new Captain. A great first week for sure. "As much as I want to take your word Doctor, you are a traitor, how do I know you aren't smoke screening? |
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| Jonathan MacKenzie | Jun 3 2010, 05:28 PM Post #14 |
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From the doorway to the conference room, the sounds of someone clapping in a sarcastic way could be heard. Captain MacKenzie, the elder of the siblings, leaned against the doorframe listening in to the interrogation that was going down. Well... trying to go down. His Commander was a little lacking in the intimidating field and his head security officer was a little to eager to throw the punches in order to get what she wanted. Pushing away from where he was, Jon's smile was warm though his eyes seemed to never receive the warmth he was displaying. For those that knew him well enough it was never a good sign. "Oh well done, Lancaster. Such a stunning performance. If I didn't know your true history from reading your files when we were all on Verbena I would almost be believing you." Sharp blue eyes flickered to Rollan then to A.K. as one of his hands came out to run across the wooden tabletop of the large oval piece of furniture in the room. He had to admit. His sister did have some bit of taste for her ship even if it was a piece of shit. "Your wrap sheet is quite impressive. I can see why my sister picked you to be the head doctor of her ship. You have experience with wounds acquired on the field and in a brawl. An impressive record in your studies too, but," the older man stopped, looking to his officers in the room making a gesture with his hand, "None of that could take that piece of shit from the Independent loving orphanage you grew up in out of you could it?" Coming up behind Drew in his walk the Alliance captain leaned forward, resting his hands on Drew's shoulders as he leaned forward to lower his voice. "I know what your weakness is, Brother-in-law. I know what makes you tick. You see, you and I are of the same mold. We'd do what ever we needed to do to protect our own and right now you are standing in the way of me doing that. You and this ship's crew." Blue eyes flickered up at his staff before Jon dropped his voice even lower. "I'm gonna find my sister, tie her down, and let my security officer here do whatever she wants to her. Old war tactics, to be sure, beat her, cut on her, any sense to bring her life close to an end just to make you tell me what you know about the Underground. And if that doesn't work? We'll start on the kids. Rosalee first. Then my sister's bastard child... what was her name again? Oh yes. Cassidy." Whatever reaction was crossing Drew's face only made Jon seem to smile even more. Mind games were something he loved and this? This was a cake walk in a way. Two for one special on getting his goat and twisting his sister's stomach in to knots. "Now I'm sure that all this can be avoided if you simply just tell us what we want to know. Where is the Underground's base located? And don't tell me you don't know. I know my sister way better than that for her not to be involved somehow." Edited by Jonathan MacKenzie, Jun 3 2010, 06:14 PM.
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| Drew Lancaster | Jun 3 2010, 06:39 PM Post #15 |
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The moment the other man stepped into the room, Drew stilled. His careful stoic mask dropping into one of pure distaste and - to put it bluntly - hate. This man had caused enough destruction in the 'verse, and Drew sorely wished he could nab one of Fi's knives and repeatedly stab the bastard. And then he started talking, his words dripping like venom, but Drew was very careful not to look at him. "None of that could take that piece of shit from the Independent loving orphanage you grew up in out of you could it?" The knowledge of his home being destroyed - it didn't surprise Drew. But it was also something he was very careful not to talk about. Images of his home - and then the destruction of it - flashed through his mind, making him flinch ever-so-slightly. How could a man want, so desperately, to take a home like that? From anyone? Though Drew knew the incident had nothing directly to do with the man in front of him, he was there. And it was oh, so easy to hate him. "I know what your weakness is, Brother-in-law. I know what makes you tick. You see, you and I are of the same mold. We'd do what ever we needed to do to protect our own and right now you are standing in the way of me doing that. You and this ship's crew." Oh, this man was into the dramatics. Drew had no doubt in his mind that Jon really believed that, and maybe, to a very fine point, it was true - but Jon had no respect for anyone but himself. "I'm gonna find my sister, tie her down, and let my security officer here do whatever she wants to her. Old war tactics, to be sure, beat her, cut on her, any sense to bring her life close to an end just to make you tell me what you know about the Underground." Behind his scruff, Drew paled, and he could not hold back the tremors of anger that rippled through him. Jon was trying to bring out that anger - that short temper that Drew was so accustomed to, but he wouldn't succeed. He could practically hear Gwen, screaming in pain, begging for Drew to give in, make it stop. He shook the image away, trying once more to concentrate on keeping his cool. The desire to continue his sarcastic - albeit seemingly effective - replies had died in him long ago. "And if that doesn't work? We'll start on the kids. Rosalee first. Then sister's bastard child... what was her name again? Oh yes. Cassidy." Drew's breaths, already slow, shallowed as he tried to reign in the anger that brewed inside him directed at the other man. Though he'd never gotten to meet the child personally, he'd seen pictures, and imagining her in pain had just about the same effect as Gwen in pain had on him. "Now I'm sure that all this can be avoided if you simply just tell us what we want to know. Where is the Underground's base located? And don't tell me you don't know. I know my sister way better than that for her not to be involved somehow." Swallowing, Drew raised his eyes to the other man's, his words clear, concise, and deadly. "You will never touch my wife or my daughter. You will never find them. If you feel the need to destroy somethin', feel free to destroy me, because you sure as hell ain't gettin' any information from anyone in this crew." A fire burned in his saphhire eyes, a fire built on anger, hatred, and undiluted loathing. "We two are nothing alike. What you're fighting for is control, and it pisses you the fuck off that you can't control Gwen or this ship - you can't even pull a few measly directions out of me. What I fight for are rights, freedom from the control you fight for." A sickening smile came on his face. "You can taunt me, threaten me, beat me to gaisu if you want. I'm telling you nothing. Edited by Drew Lancaster, Jun 3 2010, 06:40 PM.
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| Jonathan MacKenzie | Jun 3 2010, 07:15 PM Post #16 |
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Drew's words made the Alliance office laugh. With his hands still on the Browncoat's shoulders, he straightened up, looking to Rollan with a smile. "A shame the little girl is already on my ship. The missing piece is Gwen... which shouldn't be to hard to get her to come out and play once I send her my message." Laughing again, Jon stepped out from around Drew smacking him rough on the back of the head enough to pop his chin against his chest. It was to easy to play the man's buttons and get his anger flowing. Coming up beside of his Commander he paused not even giving Lancaster a second glance. He was done with him after all. "Now you see, Commander. That is how you run an interrogation. We now know he is involved with something possibly linked to the Underground. Work him hard to get that pinning piece of evidence. If he won't confess any more?" Blue eyes flickered toward A.K. then back to Rollan with the cruelest smile crossing his face. "Leave him alone with her for a bit. I'll turn a blind eye to anything she wants to do to him. He's still a traitor, after all, and we're here to hunt them down no matter what the cost." Jon moved towards the door only stopping long enough to pause and look back to his Second. "Oh and Commander? Once you've got everything under control here come and see me on the Shènglì. We have a course of action that needs to be planned out." Without waiting for a response the Captain tucked his hands behind his back whistling a little tune as he made his way back towards the Cressida's bridge. Time to let his sister in on his doings here. |
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| Adelis Vibeke | Jun 3 2010, 10:06 PM Post #17 |
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The Security Officer straightened when the Captain entered the room, clapping sarcastically. She looked at him cautiously, her unease at his arrival obvious. Her eyes darted to Commander Strauss, her safety blanket of sorts in this. Listening as the Captain spoke, she fought to keep her face blank. It was difficult to be stoic when there was discussion of things that made her feel ill inside. Would she work her violent magic on another woman? Certainly. A child? Never. Even thinking about it made her feel queasy, but disagreeing with her commanding officer in front of the enemy was a good way to get reassigned or worse. She stood at parade rest, her arms behind her back, her eyes downcast. Even as her hatred burned inside of her for the traitorous doctor, her hatred for the Captain began to grow. Any man who would torture a child wasn't a man that she wanted to work under. Once the dust settled from the current mission, she would request reassignment. Hopefully some of the other crew would follow suit - she had grown to like Commander Strauss, the sweet cook and the handsome pilot. The Captain addressed her then and she was brought back from her wandering thoughts. She nodded her head and took a step towards the captive. There were words she wished to have with him, but it would have to wait until the Captain was well out of earshot. "How many Alliance died because of your treachery, Doctor?" She practically spit the last word, her anger rising due to both the Captain and the man before her. |
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