Log:False Deities: Trouble Comes in Threes

The three 'guests' from Socorro get asked a few questions by Kora.

OOC Date: June 2, 2020
Location: Redemptor - Ship
Participants: Karys as GM, Hadrix Kora, Kirioth Kora, Rathe Varsiano

The Redemptor really has nothing in save for Karys' workshop and several bunks with the crew lounge. The cargo hold has been shifted into a makeshift holding room for their three guests and for the moment the one armed wonder stands off to the side, casually leaning against the wall as she does not exactly know where to begin herself. Jack Uhl for the moment is likely going to be the most willing, nervous and shaking as he remains kneeled where they put him to the left. Center is Wann T'Be and at his other side is Ally Oop. THe three have been restrained and Ally is still out cold from Terek's face smash!

"Who wants to start this?" That is Karys who pushes away from the wall to move over to Ally and check the woman as her armored boot gives her a nudge.

<"I don't think you want me to, except for as a last resort, Karys."> Hadrix rumbles from the corner he is occupying, leaning against the hull with his arms crossed across his chest, visor focused on the trio.

Karys may recall an instance back during the old Order days - when the big man's interrogation training came into play and certain people had to exit post haste.

Checking on the outcold Ally Oop, Rathe straightens <"Well. This one is still alive, but not conscious. That narrows it down some."> Rathe looks to the others and back and forth between the other two. He idly plucks out a laser scalpel and eyes Jack Uhl. <"I could start with him, if noone else wishes to try."> His helmet turns towards Roth and he gestures. <"I am going to look at you again shortly, by the way."> Considering Jack for a little longer while dancing the laser scalpel in his fingers, idly he ends up asking. <"Do you think he needs his eyes?">

Roth's not an interrogation expert...she doesn't really interrogate people, she just finds them and takes them in or does her work and gets paid. But she's hear today out of her dreadfinder armor and leaning against a wall dressed in all black. Her white gaze goes from one person to the next as they speak. Rathe's words get a chuckle, "Sure, Doc." she nods to him. Then she quirks an eyebrow at the comment from Rathe about eyes.

"Well at this rate it may be a last ditch effort." She circles aroudn Ally who is bleeding in her cargo hold out cold on her side. A nod is given to Rathe as the gunslinger just makes a slow circuit in an attempt to silently intimidate with just the idea of being surrounded. Wann for his part is still bleeding a bit, narrowing his gaze on the group at large as he looks like he might want to kill them all. His eyes settle on Roth and he blows her a kiss across the distance.

Jack though eyes Rathe and starts to shake a little. "Wait..Waaaait a minute..thats a bit hasty. Of course I need my eyes...everyone needs their eyes.." he lifts his restrained hands, both shaking in their binders as she tries to fend them off. "What is it you want with us exactly...maybe I can help?" He is still shaking and his voice is careening into a higher pitch. Wann glances aside. "Shut it."

Head turning directly to Wann when they tell the other to be quiet. Thoughts percolating while he stares through the visor of his helmet... then down to his gauntlet. <"I think I know how to handle that one."> raising his hand - a grapnel claw extending and pointed for their ankle.

<"Assuming we're not so high as to be so suddenly without oxygen."> looking to the door release and then slowly back to Wann. One can almost feel the malicious grin behind the helmet.

The laser scalpel twirls back and forth and Rathe approaches the protesting Jack. Without looking at Wann, he blindly points at him with the Laser Scalpel. <"I like the idea of him dangling. Normally this is where I'd point out cutting out his dangly bits just because I can. But."> He jerks his hand back to indicate Roth. <"I think she will happily oblige. Be more thorough. Leave the fruits though. Means he can have urges and not act on them."> Rathe's voice is calm, and deadly earnest when he explains torture involving male anatomy. Turning attention back fully to Jack. <"Now. My colleagues are going to ask some questions. If you resist, lie, whatever? I start cutting. I will keep cutting as long as it takes, I'll use bacta patches to keep you from dying. I can and will take all the time in the world, and then go sleep like a child. Am I in any way unclear?">

Roth gives a shudder when Wann blows her a kiss, "In your dreams." she grimaces. Then there's a moment taken to grip the hilt of her sword and stand straight as she watches Rathe and Hadrix with their interrogation methods starting to show. "Making a note here." she murmurs to herself.

Wann snickers at the reactions of all, "None of you know how to have a good time. Sad but true...killing my associates like you did." He spits on the floor and glances up at the rest when Karys comes in with a harsh sudden thrusting knee at the back of his head. It spills him forward and he groans, wincing some as she struggles to straighten up. "Drek!" He calls at her. "This is my ship. Be nice."

Karys glares at him even as Rathe and Hadrix begin to produce their lovely alternatives. Wann spits blood after having bit his tongue and Karys looks ready to hit him again but Jack is trying desperately not to piddle himself. But the left pant leg starts to grow darker. "Okay okay....I what do you all want to know!?"

Annoyed. He hasn't so much as thrown a punch in weeks. Weeks.

Roth has seen more hand to hand work than the Big Mandalorian just fires. He was going to aim to wrap the cord around the man's leg. Or the waist... maybe the wrists. But he just blew a kiss and made 'suggestives' at family.

So a hook designed to drill through stone or durasteel hits bone, bursts out the other side and snaps open. <<"Be right back.">> Hadrix gives people time to engage mag boots, brace, or grab onto something before his other hand slams the hatch open button and simply falls backwards into open air like an anchor attached to some jackass.

<"I hope you know how to find more of this Clan Duras!"> shouted to Wann as he goes.

There is cursing as his interrogation is interrupted by cold, and negative pressure as Hadrix bails. He lunges for Jack and Cargo netting to latch on to. The latter is the more important choice. <"Grab the other one!"> Rathe yells back at Roth. If he is successful, Rathe is going to continue with. <"You know, you may want to just spill everything you know about Clan Duras. Location. Numbers. Everything before he comes back for you!">

"Welp, this is going to become a fun filled evening." Roth states as she tries to grab Ally before locking the boots she has on. Screw it. "Hadrix! Just let him go and close the hatch!" she tells him. Or bring him back in and close the hatch. Either way would work! Her white hair whips in the blowing wind and she gives a look to Ally, "Seriously, tell them everything or he's definitely going to make quick work of you all." she breathes out.

Karys is quick then, watching as Hadrix creates a fishing line out of Wann who is crying out in pain. The arm that has been thoroughly speared is useless save for being attached to his body. As he hangs out the hatch with the others still gathered inside, the cold harsh winds of Hoth wait for him presently. He bobs and floats, buffeted by the winds which cause his arm to jerk about. Another scream leaves his lips but its hard to hear over the roaring of the air outside.

Karys has moved, grasping onto one of the cargo nets as she does not have mag boots. Winding her one good arm into it, she sort of braces with her feet but starts to slip a little. Jack is crying out. "I'LL TALK I'll TALK PLEASEEEEE DO NOT DO THIS TO ME!!!" Its hard to hear him. Rathe will hear him though, thats for sure as he is sliding a bit.

The switch is slapped again once Wann is out, and Hadrix is humming to himself, waiting for the door to seal and thus hold the like holding the one now outside in the cold, braced on Magboots and his own sense of self satisfaction before he comments,

<"I'll bring that one back in if he,"> nodding towards Jack <"decides to keep quiet on something"> hooking the line to a wall stanchion before turning to lean against the wall again - as if that didn't just happen.

<<"Okay you had your fun, this one wants to talk!">> Rathe transmits to Hadrix and the others, though it proves unecessary as Hadrix has already sealed the hatch. He releases his hold on Jack and stops bracing to look down to the terrified henchman. Switching back to helmet-vox Rathe starts talking again to the man. <"So you see the kind of play my kinsman makes, she will dice you like a food blender, me? I'll strip you for spare parts on the black market. Start. Talking."> Rathe has stepped behind Jack after sitting him back up to suggestively wiggle the Las-Scalpel under Jack's right eye. <"Numbers. Armament. Locations. Anything else they ask.>

Roth drops Ally's unconscious head back onto the table once the hatch door is closed and she breathes in and doesn't say anything. The tall white wraith goes to stand near the door and to go back to watching. She wasn't going to be help on the interrogation technique front, but, she was good at looking tall and scarred.

Untangling herself from the netting, Karys glances to Hadrix as she notes the way the cable line is still held by the door. "I don't think he's going to live very long out there. That means that needs to start talking." Wann is likely going to become a popsicle at this altitude.

Jack collapses back to his knees and looks up at Rathe and around. "I got it I got it..oh I got it all right. What do you want to know? No one has asked me a question!" He's frantic as he pulls at Rathe's arm. "Ask me a question. Anything. ANything at all and I will answer it."

<"He told you what we want. Numbers. Where to track. If you don't know where they all hold up, where do we go next?"> Hadrix doesn't stand up, move, or do anything else but talk and lean. Head lowering after a moment, as if to wait for the man to begin talking as his externals click offline.

His head still bobs a little, possibly with the movement of the ship, perhaps he's speaking to himself. Or more likely Gripper.

<"As the man said. Where are they. How many are there. How armed and armored are they. While we are at it, what nasty little surprises might they have for us?"> Rathe gives Jack time to process the question. <"Bear in mind, I am liable to use you as a living shield when we go there."> Keeping eyes firmly on Jack to search for signs of deception he idly comments to Hadrix. <"Karys is right. As much as I want to leave him out there. Best bring him back in, likely he has more details."> His helmet turns to glance at Hadrix. <"You can always toss him back out if he interferes with this one or doesn't cooperate."> A pause. <"Hell. I'll even give him nerve boosters, so he can feel every patch of him freezing over."> Indeed. Not a public side of Rathe at work here.

Jack is all shakes and inattention at times. "Right right...I do not know numbers...based on Socorro but the big boss comes around some times..not often but he checks in. Big guy.." But then everyone is likely big to Jack the tiny wiry greasy man shakes a bit. "Some our shipments head out, go to the Terminus, others to different locations but we had a fresh batch of loyals come through. Said they were from Kanji...Hutt Space. Makes me think the Mandalore has got contacts with the slugs..." he is trying to focus on talking and when it starts to poor it rains. "He's got ships, lots of em, old fix er uppers..nothing new. Numbers scrubbed, hulls cleaned.." he says and clears his throat as he jumbles up a bit. "He's got all sorts...no one like you though.." he eyes the armor. "All pirates..ruffians..mercenaries looking for their own group. Got the feel of Black Sun or something like that. He's building his network. Even moving children at times for the Order."

Karys glances between them all, looking at that line and then back. She frowns a moment or two. "This one is talking. That one was trouble. But he may have better information, something more specific."

Moving children.

Hadrix is very still for a moment, not even the natural shifts of breathing. <"Brace them and yourselves."> waiting for everyone to be secured before he takes the line and opens the hatch once more - to bring Wann back in, hold him slung under an arm and then triggers the door toggle again.

He doesn't check if Wann is a live, simply drops him on the floor once the hatch is closed again.

Moving children. Attention is gained.

Taking mental notes, Rathe actually nods encouragingly here and there. His helmet tilts to one side as the numbers of ships and personnell are listed. His helmet looks back quizzicly towards Roth, Karys and Hadrix. He nods at the latter when bracing is mentioned. He makes sure the prisoners go no wheres. Rising upwards there is an audible scowl at the mention of children for the Order. He crosses to check on Wann's status running a scanner over him to see what condition the man is in. He'll only stablize the critical, and analyze the rest for potential pain compliance. He takes a moment since scanner is in hand and re-examines Roth. <"Since it was in my hand... let me finish patching you while that one speaks.">

Roth is a quiet as she usually is, but the mention of children makes her go a bit stoned faced. She was making notes though mentally. She gives a look between the others, then to Rathe as he's approaching, "I'll stand nice and still." she murmurs to the younger man. "Thanks." she adds.

Roth is a quiet as she usually is, but the mention of children makes her go a bit stoned faced. She was making notes though mentally. She gives a look between the others, then to Rathe as he's approaching, "I'll stand nice and still." she murmurs to the younger man. "Thanks." she adds.

When Wann is pulled back in his shaking, unable to move and speak. Karys watches all this occur and has gone quiet. "Whatever the boss can do, he does. Building an Empire for the wayward souls, no matter your talents all are welcome and you soon find a place for yourself, even me..." he's look at Wann, then nervously looking up at the others. "Kanji is all I got. Last place I heard he was going."

Wann hears this and coughs out. "Stool pigeon," is garbled out as he rolls over to his back and shakes still, the chill having extended through his system to make his teeth chatter.

Looming over Wann, Hadrix's visor stares down at the man. <"It's not that cold."> hands folding behind his back as the ball of his foot is placed just on the arm his grapple went through.

He doesn't speak otherwise though. But damn if he doesn't look adorable standing there all cloaked, and big, and armor-ed.

Maybe you should try saying scary things. Jackass

Finished with Roth and muttering an apology for being unable to do more, Rathe turns back. He listens to Jack spill and turns his attention immediately upon Wann and his shakes. He starts foreward and stops to stare at Hadrix who doesn't seem to be apply pressure or being appropriately scary. <"What?"> He trails off shaking his head. He kneels by Wann calling out first to Jack. <"Sounds like you do not know enough... I'll be back for you in a minute. Which eye do you like the least?"> It's almost an absent-minded threat, Rathe has other focused priorities. One handed fiddling in the medpack on his thigh two things emerge. A chem-heat pack, and an injector. <"Right now you're going to start feeling your skin prickle and burn from the cold. Proper medicine is that I gently wrap you and let you heat naturally. This applied to you on the other hand?"> He now shakes the heatpack in his left hand. <"Would feel like liquid fire right now. However. First."> He injects the man without any warning right in the neck. <"That is the emergency compound we use the the field to help avert, correct and repair nerve damage. It's not perfect. Yet your frozen self is about to feel like I've dropped you in a furnace. Of course... that is without this. Which I am going to place in sensitive areas."> He dangles the heatpack over Wann's face, and then drifts it for the groin and back up again.

Roth's gaze gives a quick glance over everyone, then back to Rathe, "I still like you, don't worry." she tells him. "Threaten to cut his balls off again, I like that one, Hadrix." Roth muses as she tries to shake the kink out of her shoulder, but no dice. She might need to visit Percy again. "Do you all need me for anything?" she asks her fellow Kora members.

Wann is prone, still shuddering as the new injection helps repair the feeling that the chill air took from him. It hurts enough as it is now but that bag is watched, his eyes trailing it as the man hovering over him promises liquid fire. "Try yer best," he hisses. Big bad man here. Until he's not.

Jack is just watching, wide eyed. "Its all I know, Wann has info. He was running the show on Soccoro until well..recently." Now. Wann glances over at Jack. "I am going to skin you once I get free.." he actually tries to roll over and crawl towards the waif of a man.

Karys watches Hadrix and Rathe, her eyes shifting back and forth to them both. As Roth sounds like she might leave, Jack pleads with her. "No..no mistress stay. Stay and keep them from harming me!"

<"Hrmmmm..."> Hadrix notes Rathe's work and then the man's reaction. <"This is annoying."> So what does Hadrix do? Hadrix does what Hadrix does. In fact, Hadrix is the best at what he does. But what he does - isn't very nice.

Putting weight down now, Hadrix adjusts dials and taps on the firing stud. <"On the assumption that you are completely educated by street and suffering..."> his upper crust Coruscanti accent sounding even more officious than usual, <"I provide education. The fourth state of matter, according to physics, is plasma. Stars are made of it. Plasma can be artificially generated by heating a neutral gas or subjecting it to a strong electromagnetic field to the point where an ionized gaseous substance becomes increasingly electrically conductive. The resulting charged ions and electrons become influenced by long-range electromagnetic fields, making the plasma dynamics more sensitive to these fields than a neutral gas."> one could almost hear him looking down his nose at Wann as a single drop of iridescent, liquid, fire is allowed to fall from the nozzle and land on the back of Wann's forearm, near Hadrix's boot - so that he cannot shake it off, or roll his arm over.

It can only burn.

<"Well. Well. Good thing we hauled this one back in."> He sets the head pack aside and practically lounges next to Wann as he starts to get the Hadrix-Treatment. <"Remember. Him. Not me."> Rathe ceases his snark almost immediately as Hadrix stops with the science lecture and begins with practical applications. He has the scanner out again and with one hand is constantly monitoring Wann, the other adjusting his injector. He has zero intentions of letting Wann pass out. He is going to ensure the man feels all of it and stays awake to do so. The Order made him a Combat Medic, the Vanguard perfected him, surviving the experience and aftermath of Exegol may have made him a monster. Inject. Adjust. <"I can do this all week."> Week. Not day. Week he says.

The liquid fire that drops onto his skin sends Wann into squirming, growling through his teeth as he spits at Rathe who is closer to him. "KRIFFING CRAZY DREK!" He can't wipe it away, can't slap his hand over it so it has him flopping about and eyeing Hadrix weapon like its going to come alive - which it most likely will.

Jack finds no solace in Roth and moves back, crawling his way to the front corner of the cargo bay. He eyes the hatch and while people are distracted he starts to slink that way until Karys catches the motion and comes about to slam her foot down on his ankle. "Mmmmmm no." she says. "I may have one arm but I aim the same." SHe's unholstered her pistol to let it hang at her side as a warning. Jack slumps just shy of the hatch.

<"The one said Nar Kanji and loads going to Spice Terminus. I am going to ask for five things. For each one that you do not give, I'm burning off a finger."> letting that sink in before Hadrix continues.

<"How many craft considered Bulk Freighter and, or, light cruiser? How many others in your particular cell? Who do we move up the chain to, from you? Where do we find them? What are your comm frequencies and encryption keys?"> the rumble is deep throated while he speaks.

Rathe calmly rode out the panicking Wann, he even completely ignored being spat upon like a true professional. Karys' stomp gets a nod of approval. Each question hadrix ends up asking recieves its individual absent-minded nod. After all, Rathe is studiously keeping his patient alive. Another notch to the injector and yet another scan. Another injection and- <"Oops."> Rathe does not elaborate, he starts making some rapid adjustments. <"If I were you I'd answer his questions so I can focus keeping you alive. If you make me resucitate you, I promise you will wake in a bacta tank.. that I am continually running an electrical charge through slowly burning you as the bacta forever heals you in a never ended loop of agonizing pain. Then I turn you into spare parts on the black market for your discourtesy."> Rathe actually sounds angry by the end of that particular rant. Hadrix and Karys likely recognizing it is a tone he is directing at himself.

So many questions and with threat of burning his fingers off. Wann lets out a sound, a choked sound as he hisses. "Gonna die either way," he growls out. "ALRIGHT! Keep that thing away from me, put it in your pants," Wann is sweating it and looks at Rathe and just stares. The man begins to crumble a bit. "ALRIGHT!" He yells it, licking his chilly lips as he looks between them all.

"Maybe...seen one light cruiser come through, my base is Socorro..think he keeps it that way so the information is not complete....but lots of freighters. Many..seen a few fighters as escorts. He moves a lot of goods, never asks questions. Recently been spice...what with that problem over on whatever planet that is with the wierd aliens...the League has got a stranglehold so he's using what he has to up the cost."

"He moves the things no one else will. Bodies..slaves...highly explosive materials. Gets paid the good credits."

"Thats all I got for you...all that we have on Socorro. Best hit up Kanji..." Wann looks bewteen them. "After me? Old Rigger...he keeps the freighters moving. See him on occasion....frequencies change and old Rigger brings the new codes with." He wets his lips. "I spoke, now drop me off at the nearest port."

<"That is not my decision."> Rathe speaks on the topic of Wann dying anyways. His tone is conversational again and he works to try to keep their lead talking through all the answers needed. Then his motions turn up the speed. He moves with a purpose it seems. There is a muffled growl under the helmet. A whine from the scanner and Rathe looks at the injector like it has betrayed him. Wann falls over very limp eyes open. <"How bad did I just mess up my audition?"> A gesture at Wann's corpse. <"I missed his adrenal spike, it was fast. My counter failed."> Sighing he rises to his feet and looks at Jack, and then the others. <"Apologies for the error.">

<"You're fine, Rathe. It happens."> Hadrix looks down at Wann's body, leaning down to actually lift the corpse by the head, studying it as if he could see past the flesh and sinew while he addresses Jack and the other if they're conscious at all. <"We'll be bringing you to Ealor. You will be a guest of Kora. We'll get you up to strength so that you might survive outside our walls in the jungles. We'll keep tabs on you, drop ammo, maybe food and drink. Maybe coordinates that the cultists don't frequent. Once we've attended to this group calling themselves Mandalorians - we'll retrieve you, and fly you to some other planet to drop you off."> Hadrix puts on his Al'Verde voice as he makes these proclamations. They might just leave these kriffers to the cannibals and call it good.

A squeeze of his hand and Wann's body is cast aside with an inexplicable, <"Too small.."> rumbled out.

Jack is an absolute mess as he tries to drag himself towards the hatch and only serves to cause Karys to push harder down on his ankle. "The right twist and I can dislocate it. Stop moving." She growls down at him and as Wann lays lifeless thanks to Rathe, she turns her head to watch the two of the men. Her chin lifts and she tilts her head a moment as Jack's verdict is wrung out and he passes out. He's just done. Smells of piss and is likely not to survive.

She lifts her boot then and looks to them both. "Remind me...never to get on either of your badsides..mmm?"