Flensor rubbed his forehead with the tip of his fingers on his right hand, excluding the thumb. He looked at a male Human who appeared to be in his young twenties, in a gray t-shirt and gray knee high pants, barefooted, and chained by his wrist to the floor, through a clear one way mirror. Flensor sighed and extended his hand towards a Gran pladded in a Imperial Navy uniform, who was standing on his right side. The Gran handed Flensor a datapad and started to talk while Flensor looked at the writings in the datapad.

"One of the TIE Bombers found him running from the wreckage of that Rebel base you infiltrated. We believe he has information to a second Rebel base not far from the first one. Command has assigned you to interrogate him, mainly due to the fact that you had the most contact with him."

"Is there a certain time frame that I must meet?"

"Within a week, however, knowing you, you'll get in done within the next forty-eight hours."

"Right. Do you mind if I use some good ole' mental interrogation techniques?"

"Ehm... do whatcha' gotta do, but make sure he doesn't die. We don't want to have to clean up after you."

"Will do."

Flensor snapped to attention and gave the Gran a sharp salute, he then directed his attention back towards the Galactic Republic soldier. He walked towards the door that connected the room to the rest of the area, Flensor gave a guard who was standing by the door the datapad and walked inside of the room. The room had two metallic like chairs and a table that was flanked by both of them. Flensor obviously sat on the chair opposite the Republic POW, Flensor's chair was the closest to the door.

"I'm not tellin' you notin'" The soldier gave a loud snorting sound and then spitted on the floor right next to Flensor's left boot.

"Ok."

He rose from his seat and smiled at the Republic POW, Flensor walked out of the door and said to the guards stationed at the door, "Keep him locked in this room for thirty-six hours starting.." Flensor looked at his chronometer and started to press a few buttons on the side of it. The guards followed Flensor and did the same thing. "....now." The guards and Flensor pressed a button at almost the same exact time, causing all their chronometers to make a light noise at the same time, except for one guard who's chronometer made the noise seconds after the others. Flensor gave the laggard Guard a look and then said, "Give him scraps, and make sure you deliever it via the transfer chamber, he cannot see anyone for the next thirty-six hours. Understood?" Flensor starred at the laggard guard as he said those words. The guards all nodded and Flensor walked off to the mess hall, he decided to plan out his interrogation while eating.

Flensor joined the short line of people who was waiting for their daily ration packs, from the background it would appear they were in the ISD Iron Duke's mess hall. After a minute of waiting, it was finally Flensor's turn to receive his ration pack. The wrapped up ration pack dropped onto Flensor's metallic tray, and when the ration pack made contact with the tray a loud *PING* noise could be heard. Flensor looked at the wrapped rations with wide eyes, he walked towards a empty table and took a seat. He swallowed two times and opened the ration pack, within it was brown pellets accompanied by some green blob that may of been cheese one time. Flensor picked at the green blob with his spork and then went to the pellets, he grabbed one and threw it into his mouth. He chewed a few times and gave a "MMMM" sound, as if he enjoyed it. Flensor talked to himself(outloud) while eating the delicious pellets.

"First thirty-six hours, I deprive him of any contact whatsoever, and deprive him of any food except scraps.. Heck, that'll work.. the Empire did that to me when I was imprisoned and it sure as hell broke me. They're the ones who made me like this, not wanting to have the desire to seek out another being. If that doesn't break him... well.." Flensor looked at his pellet and then threw it into his mouth, chewing furiously as if the pellet had punched his mother in the face.

"If that doesn't work, I'll have him in the stress positions while blow the blow horn in his ear. It'll cause his body, mentally and physically to break down. He can't sleep, he has a massive ammount of stress placed on him, and his senses are bombarded. That'll surely work, saw it break the toughest man in the galaxy. " He stopped eating his pellets for a second, his tongue gliding down his teeth as if it was searching for something. Flensor then continued his massacre on the poor brown pellets.

"And if that doesn't work.. hell.. I don't know..." Flensor sighed and looked down at the green blob, from his eyes it looked like if it was moving a little.



"Hello..? Anyone there?"

The POW looked at the mirror, swooshing his head from side to side, trying to look for any sign of life through the one way mirror.  He looked around frantically, his eyes had a.. anxious feeling to them. The POW looked at the floor and closed his eyes, sleeping.



The POW started to rock back and forth as he frantically searched for any sign of life, he pulled at the chains and started to cry while doing so. The man shed massive amounts of tears as he pulled at the chains. His body had started to panic. The man started to see images of fellow soldiers on the other side of the window, he immediately rose up but fell down due to the chains. He clawed at the air, yelling, "NO!", the images disappeared and he continued to cry while slapping his right hand onto the floor.



Flensor walked through the door and the POW quickly turned towards Flensor, the man looked more slim than before and his face looked very drawn out. Flensor sat on his chair and the POW sat on his, the POW tapped his bare feet on the cold, steel floor.

"You gonna tell me something?"

"Everything."

Flensor cracked a grin and placed a datapad infront of the man, the POW grabbed the datapad and looked at it.

"Write the coordinates to the base, if you don't you'll have to deal with much worst."

The POW gave Flensor a worried look and then started to type into the datapad, his wrist were shaking as he held the datapad. After a few seconds, the POW placed the datapad on the table and slid it towards Flensor. Flensor grabbed the datapad and walked out of the room. The POW cried and slammed his fist onto the table, he was feeling major guilt for giving away the position of his friends, yet he had to to be able to see his family again with a sane mind.

Flensor walked out of the door and went back to the location where the whole thing had started, he handed the same Gran who had his arms crossed and was apparently watching the whole thing through the mirror, the datapad. The Gran looked at the datapad and smiled at Flensor, he gave Flensor a pat on the shoulder and walked off.

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