Entry Number 050603A
I took a long glance at the passenger who still hadn't moved an inch from where the troopers left him. Was he unable to move? His legs didn't seem to be broken from where I was standing.
I merely nodded when Kylo requested for us to leave, already fed up with the thick aura surrounding his every move. I felt like I would suffocate in all his brooding. Rose followed suit and bowed her head a little lower, turning on her heel to leave.
The crow continued to jump around the body as we left, letting out little sounds and ruffling it's feathers until the doors behind us closed.
"He has problems." Rose grunted and shook her head, crossing her hands as we walked. "And you notice it just now?" I threw back, just wishing to leave this energy filled hall. It reeked of Sith.
"Speaking of problems, we have one to deal with downstairs. The pilot needs to be interrogated." She glanced at me, pressing the button for the elevator.
"I suppose you're being sent on duty?" She was always sent on duty, who are we kidding. The older officers seem to believe that us younger generations have nothing to do all day but go on wild bantha chases, so they give us time taking missions to finish for them. Maybe I was too judgy considering Rose was a firearms Colonel and I was allegedly a Captain by more than title, so these tasks were natural for our positions, but sometimes I just wanted to kick back, relax and watch series on the holo. I still have to watch the season finale of "Game of Stones" and these kriffing tasks are taking up all my free time.
"And you're coming with." We were already going to first level when she spoke, touching at her gloves and fingers by habit.
The pilot had been moved from where we last saw him. I rose a brow and called over a stormtrooper, setting my hands on my hips. "Where's the pilot?"
"He was moved into the interrogation rooms when you left, Captain. General Hux ordered it." I found solace in the information that he hadn't managed to escape, sending off the trooper. Rose looked back at me and sighed, checking the time on her communicator. "I suppose I'll leave to headquarters until Sleeping Beauty wakes up from his sleep. Do you mind checking on him and informing me when he wakes up?"
I smiled and shook my head a little, the stress falling off my shoulders at the thought that I'll get at least five minutes of rest before the interrogation. "Not a thing to worry about. I'll see you later."
Rose nodded and turned her back to me, long coat dancing off her calves. She stood out so much between all the black clad officers she passed, it was like watching a grain of sugar roll into ground caf. I took off soon towards the interrogation rooms, sighing in content at a little peace from all the machinery and stoic world around me. Maybe he wouldn't wake up for a long while and that will be appreciated.
The halls I passed were quiet and almost deserted. We didn't keep prisoners here after they had been interrogated, so everyone was transferred to the cells. The only currently active room was where Navaien was being held, but he would be transferred to a cell later when Rose finishes her session. I pitied the poor man, having to go through so many traumas and to end up here. Sometimes I thought about how to save the captured, set them free somehow, but I knew I couldn't. It was just a wild thought.
I found the room quite quickly (only locked one in 54 rooms), pushing my palm against the cold fingerprint reader. It scanned over once and flashed green, opening the doors and presenting the still quite knocked out pilot. I sat down in one of the seats and ran a hand through my hair, taking in a cold breath from the woosh of air that passed me when the door closed. I found myself to be more tired than I gave myself credit for, and watching the man sleep probably uncomfortably tied to that chair made me yawn myself.
Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt.
I merely nodded when Kylo requested for us to leave, already fed up with the thick aura surrounding his every move. I felt like I would suffocate in all his brooding. Rose followed suit and bowed her head a little lower, turning on her heel to leave.
The crow continued to jump around the body as we left, letting out little sounds and ruffling it's feathers until the doors behind us closed.
"He has problems." Rose grunted and shook her head, crossing her hands as we walked. "And you notice it just now?" I threw back, just wishing to leave this energy filled hall. It reeked of Sith.
"Speaking of problems, we have one to deal with downstairs. The pilot needs to be interrogated." She glanced at me, pressing the button for the elevator.
"I suppose you're being sent on duty?" She was always sent on duty, who are we kidding. The older officers seem to believe that us younger generations have nothing to do all day but go on wild bantha chases, so they give us time taking missions to finish for them. Maybe I was too judgy considering Rose was a firearms Colonel and I was allegedly a Captain by more than title, so these tasks were natural for our positions, but sometimes I just wanted to kick back, relax and watch series on the holo. I still have to watch the season finale of "Game of Stones" and these kriffing tasks are taking up all my free time.
"And you're coming with." We were already going to first level when she spoke, touching at her gloves and fingers by habit.
The pilot had been moved from where we last saw him. I rose a brow and called over a stormtrooper, setting my hands on my hips. "Where's the pilot?"
"He was moved into the interrogation rooms when you left, Captain. General Hux ordered it." I found solace in the information that he hadn't managed to escape, sending off the trooper. Rose looked back at me and sighed, checking the time on her communicator. "I suppose I'll leave to headquarters until Sleeping Beauty wakes up from his sleep. Do you mind checking on him and informing me when he wakes up?"
I smiled and shook my head a little, the stress falling off my shoulders at the thought that I'll get at least five minutes of rest before the interrogation. "Not a thing to worry about. I'll see you later."
Rose nodded and turned her back to me, long coat dancing off her calves. She stood out so much between all the black clad officers she passed, it was like watching a grain of sugar roll into ground caf. I took off soon towards the interrogation rooms, sighing in content at a little peace from all the machinery and stoic world around me. Maybe he wouldn't wake up for a long while and that will be appreciated.
The halls I passed were quiet and almost deserted. We didn't keep prisoners here after they had been interrogated, so everyone was transferred to the cells. The only currently active room was where Navaien was being held, but he would be transferred to a cell later when Rose finishes her session. I pitied the poor man, having to go through so many traumas and to end up here. Sometimes I thought about how to save the captured, set them free somehow, but I knew I couldn't. It was just a wild thought.
I found the room quite quickly (only locked one in 54 rooms), pushing my palm against the cold fingerprint reader. It scanned over once and flashed green, opening the doors and presenting the still quite knocked out pilot. I sat down in one of the seats and ran a hand through my hair, taking in a cold breath from the woosh of air that passed me when the door closed. I found myself to be more tired than I gave myself credit for, and watching the man sleep probably uncomfortably tied to that chair made me yawn myself.
Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt.