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  Razorsedge A16 (Resisting Interrogation)
May 9, 2012 7:23:07 PM    View the profile of razorsedge 
OOC:
A16: Resisting Interrogation


Razor Pulled on his standard issue bright orange jacket with the ancillary class number on it.  He was in his final class before his crucible for the resisting interrogation class he was finishing.  The class had involved learning all about the different methods of torture and had taught them mental games to play while they waited for the information the had been given to become tactically useless. The pensive trooper walked out of the locker room and down the long hallways of the stormtrooper academy to the specialty classrooms. 

Razor particularly enjoyed walking through the halls of the academy.  The younger troopers were constantly hurrying around in a confused manner.  When they saw the Lance Corporal chevrons on his running jacket they all grew wide eyed.  It always made him chuckle to remember when he was at the academy.  Getting yelled at by Sergeants and Senior Sergeants to tighten up and stop walking around like a slack jawed nerf herder.

He passed into the large group instruction room through its huge double doors.  Half the class had already arrived all looking nervous.  The brief would only last about twenty minutes and after that the instructors had complete and full disclosure. They could grab students whenever and wherever they wanted.  Rumor had it that the instructors would try to catch troopers in compromising situations. One from last class swore he had been grabbed in a refresher.

Razor sat down and settled into a contemplative silence.

The door swung open and closed annoyingly as Razor’s classmates came into the room.  Finally the instructors burst through the doors.  The Senior Sergeants stood at parade rest across the front of the classroom.

The Gunnery Sergeant said, “Alright troopers, todays the day.  One of my Senior Sergeants is about to hand you all a piece of information.  You are not to tell ANYONE the information you receive right now.  Not even your fellow classmates. You will keep your jackets on so that our instructors can identify you. Now file out by ones and good luck troopers.”

Razor pushed himself up and out of his chair and got in line to the front of the classroom.  The Senior Sergeants would grab a trooper out of line randomly and pull him aside to whisper into his ear. 

Senior Sergeant Killgor grabbed Razor by the arm and pulled him to the left of the line.  Razor snapped to the position of parade rest. The Senior Sergeant leaned in close and whispered into Razor’s ear, “The Stormtrooper Corps will be moving a huge shipment of weapons from here to Loreth in an undefended convoy. Don’t tell anyone though.”

The Senior Sergeant winked as he said the last part. He smiled as he walked back to the line to grab another trooper.

Throughout the day Razor saw two of his classmates get captured. All he could think about were the types of torture they had been run through in the class.

When it happened it was sudden and unexpected.  Razor had just walked out of the academy chow hall and stuffed his hands deep into his pockets. He had been ignoring everyone realizing that if he analyzed every person he would lose his damn mind.  His general forsaking of situational awareness led to the group of four black clad individuals to sneak up on him without him noticing.

The first one threw the black hood over his head while two grabbed his arms.  The final abductor brought a thin metal club across the back of Razor’s head and that was all he knew.

During the time while he was blacked out from the crushing blow to his head he was transported by his instructors, the black clad individuals, to a rusted, dew filled, and generally poorly lighted warehouse. 

As Razor awoke his head pounded harder than a drummer during a crescendo.  He heard a scream echo around the large chamber.  He assumed that some of the other troopers were already having their “fun.”

He was hanging to chains attached to his wrists.  The manacles around his wrists were already biting deep into his skin.  His feet were barely an inch off of the ground but it was just enough for him to push off with his toes a little. 

As he began to regain his sensibility his eyes started to pierce deeper into the shadows.  The movement deep in the shadows was on nerving.  Its constant shifting solidified into a humanoid shape.

The shadowed individual was holding a long pole that sparked at the end.  The water hissed and burned away into steam.  The prod came up into the light and, without even starting to question him the torture began.

The shock started in his ribs.  It branched out across his ribs causing his heart to flutter.  The shock took hold of him consuming his every thought. He unleashed a scream so loud it hurt his throat.

“This is but the beginning.” said a calm voice in his ear. “Just tell us what you know, and we will realease you.”

“I am Lance Corporal Razorsedge. Vast Empire Army. Stormtrooper Corps. I am a Stormtrooper and embrace everything that is.”

When he had finished speaking a thundering punch landed across his jaw.  He spit out two teeth and rolled his mouth into a lopsided grin.

“We will not stop. It will never end.”

The prod came up again. The shock seeming even more intense to his now hypersensitive body.  Again he cried out and writhed away from the shock.  The figure shocked him a second and third time.  He was breathless and covered in sweat by the time the third shock had ended.

“Just tell us what we want to know.”

“I am Lance Corporal Razorsedge. Vast Empire Army. Stormtrooper Corps. I am a Stormtrooper and embrace everything that is.”

This time there was a cudgel and a second figure appeared out of the shifting and whispering darkness.  The Cudgels landed hard on his shins, splintering bone.  Razor bit into his tongue as he attempted to end his screaming.  He would not fail his training.

The prod again came out this time putting energy through the liquids now flowing under Razor’s skin in his legs.

The torture continued in much the same manner.  The men would ask the same question and Razor would repeat, “I am Lance Corporal Razorsedge. Vast Empire Army. Stormtrooper Corps. I am a Stormtrooper and embrace everything that is.”

The blow would be different each time.  Pins pushed deep into a muscle or a shallow slice made to his back.  Then came the prod.  It would rip his body in half with lightning.  He thought he would surely lose his mind. 

His consciousness finally shattered as another shock ripped through his already sullen body.  He did not know anything but for one sentence.

“I am Lance Corporal Razorsedge. Vast Empire Army. Stormtrooper Corps. I am a Stormtrooper and embrace everything that is. I am Lance Corporal Razorsedge. Vast Empire Army. Stormtrooper Corps. I am a Stormtrooper and embrace everything that is. I am Lance Corporal Razorsedge. Vast Empire Army. Stormtrooper Corps. I am a Stormtrooper and embrace everything that is.”

He would say it over and over again.  Months later he was told that after the third time they hit his face he was not understandable anyways.  It was just a threshold thing after that.

Finally Razor got his bearing for a moment and watched as a figure pulled out a blaster pistol.  The abductor pumped fifteen blaster rounds into his body.  He didn’t even seem to be able to feel it except for the slight warmth spreading across his stomach.  He could no longer support his head.  His vision became tunneled and he saw in the last seconds of breath that his torso clung to his legs by very few strips of torn meat.  He didn’t even have the mind left in him to analyze it.  Then everything was black.

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Razor gasped as he looked up into pure whiteness.  He tried to move and as he did the hood of his simulator opened.  He pushed himself out and fell to his knees as he  attempted to stand.  Relief flooded through his body as he felt his brain run a full systems check.  He still had a slight headache from where he had been clubbed but that would fade as the days passed. Razor was honestly just happy to be alive.

Senior Sergeant Killgor grinned broadly at him and asked, “Hell of a ride, ain’t it kid?”

“Yes Senior Sergeant.”

OOC:
Well that was fun.  Kind of.  In a sadistic sort of way? Anyways, WC=1436 required WC is 1000
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Completed Ancillaries: [A7]
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