[MEDBAY] Donivan lays upon the table in the brightly lit interrogation room, completely nude, except for his sexy speedo. He eagerly awaits the entrance of the helloooooo nurse.

[MEDBAY] The doors to the medward slowly slide open as Jaren enters the room. His eyes fall on Donivan as he steps in and looks around quietly, "So, Mr. Donivan. I'm going to ask you some questions. I expect you to answer them fully and honestly. Or we might be here..." His voice trails off for a moment, "For a long time." A slight smirk crosses his face as he idily picks up one of the medical instruments and rolls it between his fingers for a moment before setting it back down with the rest of them. Turning Back towards the man, he clasps his hands behind his back, "Do we have an understanding?"

[MEDBAY] Of all the times to get called back to duty, Gabrielle seems a bit out of sorts and none too keen on her orders to fly out to the Diamante. But then again, that was the nature of the beast. Dutiful to the core, Gab had taken the first military transport she could find to rendezvous with the Diamante. As she makes her way up the turbolift she glances at the datapad that was handed to her at the hangar. Her lips twist wryly. "John Donivan, eh...." She taps the pad against her open palm and then powers it down, tucking it away in a compartment on her belt.
      Gab lifts a brow as she steps into the interrogation room, frowning slightly as she catches sight of Jaren. "And you are?" She asks in a rough tone, not really expecting to find anyone else in here except the prisoner she was supposed to interrogate.

[MEDBAY] Donivan snorts softly, looking up and over at Jaren. He is restrained, and the only part of him that he can lift from the table is his head. "You, my friend, will get nothing from me without effort," says John. As the doors open again, and Gabrielle enters, a wide, arrogant grin comes to John's face. "Ahh, the evening's entertainment has arrived."

[MEDBAY] Jaren turns to face the newly entering woman and nods his head, "Jaren Sylas. I assume you're the one that they asked to come up and help with this?" He arches his eyebrow slightly as he looks her over quickly, before turning his attention back towards the man on the table, "Well, Mr. Donivan, that's the whole idea. I suspect we're going to be in for a long night." He chuckles soft as he lifts up one of the medical instruments again, and holds it out to Gabrielle, "Would you like to start, or shall I?" He grins wickedly at her for Donivan's sake as he lightly bounces the implement in his hand.

      Kiare returns from getting drinks and perches on a chair, backside on the back of the chair and feet in the seat so she can see clearly into the medbay. Taking a sip from on of the bottles she nibbles her lower lip. This is all new to her so there's a fair bit of focus on what's going on out there.

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle seems none too pleased at Jaren's presence there but just shrugs it off. Wasn't her call. She was there to do her job. Nothing more. Green gold eyes focus on Donivan at his comment and her lips curl upwards in a smile. "Entertainment eh? That depends on if you're good or not." Her words are laced with something, though the general tone is not neccessarily pleasant or unpleasant. She shakes her head at Jaren's offer of one of the tools. "No, I brought my own." Gab says, though it's unclear exactly what she means.

      Leaning her elbows on the sill of the window, Jekitta watches the medbay with interest, an inner arguement still running inside her head - should she have fought harder to keep him out of their hands, and let him die? or was she right to make the compromise to save his life. Her eyes shift between the assembled figures with interest. A faint haze of condensation appears on the window from her breath, and she realises that she inched a bit too close to the transparisteel panel. She leans back, only slightly, and barely notices when Kiare returns, looking over only for a moment before her attention returns to Donivan.

[MEDBAY] Donivan laughs loudly. "Isn't it? I couldn't help but enjoy the ferocious appearance that I had..." He shakes his head several times. "Let us begin lady and gentleman. I have little time for the regular pleasantries. I am a busy man." John motions to the clock on the wall. "Lets not the time, and start the procedures." Don lays his head back on the table and stares back at the ceiling. His muscles clench visually.

[MEDBAY] Jaren nods his head at Gabrielle as she mentions her own implements and offers with a slight bow of his head and an extended arm for her to proceed. He smiles slightly at her, as he moves back over to pick up a different instrument on the small table and considers it for a moment. Shaking his head slightly, he sets it back down and looks for another one. One that would be a bit more viscious. At last finding one, he keeps it behind his back for a moment as he walks over to the man, "I'd like to know why you plan on attending this Gem Show, Mr. Donivan, and who the two men and two women are who are going to attend."

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle glances at the clock as well as she leans both hands on the table. "A shame. Time is all I have at the moment. Whether you do or not is not my concern." She says in response to Donivan's apparent urgency to get things underway. She watches Jaren pick up one of the medical tools, allowing him to ask some questions first, afterall, she wasn't in a hurry. A light and slightly sadistic smirk plays on her lips.

[MEDBAY] Donivan nods several times. "Of course," Don says and curls his right hand into a fist, then slowly uncurls his middle finger. "Family, honor, strength" John says in Mandalorian that is only slightly laced with a Corellian accent. The pirate continues to stare up at the ceiling, his muscles still tightened.

      Another drink is taken from the bottle and Kiare speaks to the other woman, "There are some other drinks here if you want something. This is probably going to take a fairly long time." She resettles herself on the back of the chair knowing full well that she could be here for hours.

[MEDBAY] Jaren smiles a little, as he leans over the table towards Gabrielle and whispers just loud enough for her and Donivan to hear him, the chosen implement still hidden behind his back, "It's too bad we have all the time in the world isn't it?" He smiles a little as he leans back again and begins to tap his tool of choice into his palm, making a slight slapping sound, "So you still don't with to talk freely and save yourself the pain?" He quirks and eyebrow a little, "I wonder if we could borrow Cricket for a little bit, I'm sure he would have some good input on how to deal with the man."

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle watches Donivan's action with amusement. "Right, family, honor...respect. Of course, you're the epitome of all three, right John?" She traces a finger across the man's bare chest, her fingernail barely scratching. "Just like you were when you betrayed the New Republic." She leans her elbow now on his chest, resting her chin on her hand. "Tell me John, do you like lying here, because if you do I can let this just drag out for as long as you need to rest there..." She nods towards Jaren "And let him do whatever the heck he wants with you." She smirks "Or....you could answer a few questions for us without any hassle. Since you're in a hurry and all."

[MEDBAY] Donivan ignores Jaren's comment, and continues several statements of meditation. Grathix was a good teacher. John continues the stream of words, focusing on one of the recessed lights in the ceiling as his point of concentration, "concentration, focus, light," the pirate continues to mumble in the dead language of the Mandalorians... the language of the T'cha.

      It takes a couple of moments for Kiare's voice to register in Jekitta's head. She looks away from the scene in the medbay. Her mismatched green eyes seem dull, muddled, but she nods and takes one of the drinks, a bottle of fruit nectar. She mumbles a "thanks" and turns back to the glass, her fingers untwisting the cap with precision and bring it to her lips without a second glance. Satiated, she recaps it and sets it on the sill, her fingers resting lightly on the cool surface of the window. She was worried.

[MEDBAY] Jaren considers things for a moment and then walks away from the table, after setting down his implement on one of the tables and picking two more items up he considers them then quickly flashes them to Gabrielle, "Which do you think is better suited to blinding him?" He smirks devilishly for a moment before putting them behind his back so Donivan can't see them and quirks an eyebrow at Gabrielle as he walks to stand at the head of the table.

[MEDBAY] "You see, that's the key." Gabrielle says towards Jaren's inqiuiry as to which of the two things to use. "Johnny here's gonna resist us. No matter what we use. He's trained for it. Aren't you Johnny." She says tapping him a bit harshly on the chest about where his wound is which must surely be sore despite the healing from the bacta. Bacta took care of the tissue, not the pain. "The key is to break his concentration. We just need to find his weak point." She climbs up onto the table and stradles Donivan, leaning her arms on his chest and peering down at him, eye to eye. "So what is it John? What would break that stolid concentration of yours?" She smiles slightly "Torture? No probably not...at least not yet. How about torturing your female friend that was brought aboard with you? I'm sure we could do some nice damage to her."

      Slowly a golden brow arches and brown eyes shift to the 'female friend' being discussed. All right, so the girl had been almost willing to kill to protect a man who had been practically dead, but she had made a smarter choice. For the most part she seemed cooperative enough but then Kiare wasn't one who was supposed to voice concerns, just follow orders. Still, she was thinking maybe that was dirty work they could do themselves. Though suddenly the thought strikes her that might be just what they're thinking too. Hmmmmmmmmmm.

[MEDBAY] Donivan stares at the ceiling, his body remaining loyal to him for the time being. "I bind myself to you in death," John continues to mutter under his breath. The old Mandalorian curse.... it has come in handy several times in the last couple of days.

      Jekitta's eyes go wide at the mention of impending 'interrogation', her fingers tightening on the sill as she glances back to Kiare. She bites at her lower lip, but since the girl doesnt make an advance to her, she remains in her chair. She bites harder, trying to figure out a way to let him know that they're lying. Her eyes flash in anger.

[MEDBAY] "C'mon John. Everyone has a breaking point." Gabrielle says, leaning to whisper in his ear. "I know you do, you could tell me, couldn't you? I'd hate to have to damage you again." She smirks her voice dropping lower "Cooperate and I'll personally see to it that your lady friend is treated nicely. Refuse...." She digs her nails into his chest wound area "and I'll personally see to it that she suffers a great deal of pain. Or do you not care one whit about her?" Gabrielle sits upright, bringing her leg back over and climbing down from the table. She looks at Jaren and nods as he pulls out the comlink. "Afterall, this woman was willing to risk her life to keep you alive. A shame if you turn and betray her too....but you aren't loyal are you. Never were..."

      Kiare watches the goings on through the transparisteel with a bit of detachment, she's not going to get overly worried about a few suggestions. Afterall, the woman was searched and hasn't any weapons, and there was a second agent in the room standing near the door out to the hall should anything happen. This was a secure level so there were likely a whole lot more like him that could be there at a moment's notice so really, not a single thing to worry her.

[MEDBAY] Well, a redhead could always break John's concentration. Especially one who was digging around in an incidental shrapnel wound with her fingernails. "We will die for each other," John answers. "It will be poetic." Even though the pirate's concentration is broken, his sense of wit isn't. He cracks a sinister smile and gazes Gabrielle straight in the eye. "Although, if you untie me and promise to let us both go, I'll give you something special to remember me by," John says and gyrates his hips on the cold metal table. The Corellian winks at his redheaded nurse. "Tell the boy scout to go. I'm sure we can work out the details."

      Jekitta takes another sip of the fruit nectar, the gulp a bit forced as her green eyes shift back to Kiare, then to the guard, then to the window. Her fingers wrap around the metal of her chair, re-situating herself upon it. She keeps tabs on the other occupants now, a bit more cautiously than before. She had faith that her boss would hold through the interrogation, and that the people holding him were all talk. She takes a deep breath, relaxing her muscles from the tension.

[MEDBAY] Jaren quirks and eyebrow slightly and nods his head, raising the comlink to his mouth he speaks in a calm clear voice, "Olsin, go ahead and tell Tryse that he may proceed as he sees fit." He looks down at the man on the table for a second, "Tell him, that he has authorization to use ANY means necessary to make the girl talk." He switches off the comlink and slides it back into his coat as he returns his attention to the man on the table and smirks, "Oh, you don't want me to leave, Mr. Donivan. I'm the one who has kept her from doing all manner of interesting things to you so far." He picks up a small laser scalpel off the table and lightly traces the cold metal of the handle along the man's chest. As it passes over the center of where he had taken the wound, he jabs down sharply with the blunt end of the scalpel, and trails it down to his sternum with more pressure behind it before letting it go so it can lay resting on his stomach.

      A second man enters the observation area and closes the door behind him. But not before two men are seen taking a station on either side of that door. The man entering in tall, broad and has a scar down his face, his hands covered in leather gloves and the contents of a small pack are unpacked. Restraints are the first item of notice, the others are small cases with complex locks on them.

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle lifts an eyebrow at Donivan's comments and "offer" and smirks "Who said anything about killing her." She tsks audibly "Come now Johnny...there are worse things for a woman than death. Surely you know that." She looks over at Jaren and exhales before walking around to the head of the table, looking down over Donivan now. "And no, I can't let the boyscout go. He's right, he's the only thing that's keeping me _off_ of you." the one word accented as she pulls on his hair. Gab stares down into Donivan's eyes. "Besides, I don't think you could handle me."

      Jekitta's attention is stolen from the transparisteel as the door opens, allowing entrance to a new face. Her jaw kind of drops open as mister scarface sets down his case, and as he unpacks it, she pushes her chair, inching it further away from the table, towards the far wall/corner. Talk about volunteering for one's own doom. Her gaze shifts to Kiare. Did she know about this? "You've *got* to be kidding me. I wasn't placed in custody. That's what you guys told me." Her voice holds an edge of incredulousness, laced with uncertainty. She looks to the restraints, then edges backward more, until the legs of the chair clank against the wall.

      Kiare looks over at the man as he enters and rises from her chair moving it to the side and sitting back down. She's seen him before and is pretty sure from what she's heard about him that he is not someone she wants to be that close to. Brown eyes fall on the other woman, almost concerned for her wellbeing. But then it's not the place of an agent to be concerned and her attention goes back to the scene on the other side of the transparisteel. "I don't get details, miss. I don't have enough rank for that. I think for your sake you better start hoping your boss talks."

[MEDBAY] Donivan groans loudly from the minute pressure of the laser scalpel. A Corellian redhead, a laser scalpel... The end is surely near. The prophecy is unfolding... John's been in this situation before. "I can handle the wrath of the Olumhumbra, I can certainly handle you, my dear," answers Donivan. "Well, I have made my offer. You had your chance to make things easy on yourself. Now, you will have to work for it."

[MEDBAY] Jaren shrugs his shoulders a little as he jumps up on the table to sit on the man's chest. And not very lightly at that, "Ya know, Jonny. Perhaps I should leave you be with her. After all, she is itching for a piece of you." He chuckles a little, "I'm just not sure which piece yet." He smirks a bit as he hops off the man's chest and back down onto the floor, picking the laser scalpel back up off the table where it fell when he jump up there and twirls it between his fingers.

[MEDBAY] "Easy? Now now, Johnny. Do I LOOK like I like things easy?" Gabrielle nods to Jaren, extending her hand out for the scalpel. "You're the one that was given the easy choice. Now you'll suffer and so will your friend, though somehow I think you'll rather enjoy your torture. You seem like the type that likes pain.... and if you like, I can arrange it so you can hear exactly what's being done to your lady friend. In wonderful surround sound."

      The Sevari says nothing at Kiare's words, but bites her lower lip again, looking back at the various kits and boxes the scarred man has set out on the table. Jekitta pulls her knees up to her chest, curling her arms around them. Her eyes remain fixed on the man, what she perceives as the biggest threat in the room.

      The man with the scar on his face just grins as he shakes the restraints with one hand, "Perhaps the arrange you think that you had was called off." He shrugs though doesn't move or say anthing else at this time.

[MEDBAY] Emotion whirls in the Corellian captain's chest... Or was that Jaren farting? John sighs softly. "Lets get on with it. Do your best, or worst, or whichever you prefer," John says to Gabrielle, lays his head back on his table, but keeps his eyes on Jaren. "And you, get off of me. I've told you before. You're not my type."

[MEDBAY] Jaren grins at the man for a moment before handing the scalpel to Gabrielle, "I may not be your type." He likes his lips slightly, "Though you possibly are mine. Maybe I should let the lady out of the room and teach you some new tricks." He chuckles softly for a moment then walks over and snaps the waist band of his speedo on the side of hip.

      Kiare rises from her chair, "Maybe some kind of new arrangement can be made?" She moves around the room but stays out of reach of the scarred man as he seems to be exactly who she thought he was. "I can probably get you a deal if you agree to tell us everything you know about your boss and his dealings." Taking a drink from her own bottle she considers the girl again, "If the information is good it might even go easier on him."

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle takes the laser pointer her amused expression growing serious "Alright, enough of the games yes?" She turns the laser scalpel on the lowest setting, starting at one end of the chest wound and making her way across it a trail of blood following the laser's path. "I gave you a chance to do this the nice way. Now we do this the painful way, though like I said, I think you might just enjoy this pain. Let's hope your lady friend will enjoy what's coming to her as well." She guides the scalpel slowly. "So let's start with V'ez-T'cha. Tell me about them."

[MEDBAY] Donivan screams as his wound is reopened and closed. He bucks on the table and pulls at his restraints. "It's a BDSM club," John says through his clenched teeth. "Want in, baby? You'll fit right in."

      Shaking his head the man with the scar mutters gruffly, "Let's forget the deals and just let me get on with my detail." He has fastened the restraints to the table legs and each loose end decorates a corner of the table, "You can stay and watch if you want." A sadistic smile lights his dark features.

      Jekitta sneers at the man's words, angry for letting herself get into the situation. So long as he keeps his space, she keeps hers. Her eyes flick to Kiare as she approaches, listening to her, as her eyebrow raises in consideration. A small laugh trickles out of her lips. "You'd like that. I think mister Donivan can handle himself." Her rich accent flows, especially when nervous. "I do not think so. I will not aid you anymore. Not at all." She glances back to the ominous man, and bites her lip again. She straightens her back, trying to see through the window what was happening to her boss now. "What makes you think that I would know what he knows anyhow?" Her emerald eyes shine in a bit of defiance, but as she hears a scream from the main room. In conjunction with the restraints being attached, her face pales visibly. She hugs her legs tighter.

[MEDBAY] Jaren walks down to the end of the table and lightly grasps one of the man's smaller toes between his finger, "Still not willing to talk? You want to be a wise guy?" With a flick of his wrist he twists the toe with as much strength as he has before walking over toward the obersvation window and closing the blind, "I don't think we need to have this recorded do you?" He walks over toward a small unit near the window and flicks a switch to turn off the recording devices. After a moment he smiles a little, "Perhaps you would like to hear what is going on in the other room?" He makes his way to a small intercom box on the wall and presses a couple of codes into it. Soon a female voice can be heard screaming in pain and pleading for them to stop hurting her. Her voice is horse from screaming and the coughing of blood is evident each time there is a choking noise over the com.

      Frowning the window is dark and the screams heard now definitely sound like the first one just heard from the other side of the transparisteel. Kiare shakes her head, "I'm really not sure of anything. See, I'm not the one they send in for interrigations." As it is we won't even be seeing the rest of them."

[MEDBAY] "I already have a paying gig, but thanks for the offer." Gabrielle says, turning the scalpel off as she moves around the table and down along the side. She stops about midway. "But somehow I doubt that's the nature of the V'ez-T'cha. You can tell me, c'mon. I'm your type of gal." She looks up towards Jaren inclining her head towards the transparisteel window as he closes the blinds. "Things are about to get interesting so I suppose the weak hearted....not be allowed to watch." She smiles softly as though listening to music. "So tell me John....about V'ez-T'cha."
      Gab turns the laser scalpel on again, this time trailing the laser up from Donivan's knee and up the thigh to the joint.

      Raising his hand the scar faced man gestures to the Sevari woman, "She'll be going on the table now." The man by the door steps toward the woman while the large man himself moves in from the other direction to the corner she occupies.

      Jekitta looks from guard to sadist, seeing that the guard is the one appoaching the closest. She was *not* going on that table, if she could help it... or at least injure someone in the process. As the guard moves to extract her from the chair, she grips the arms of the chair and kicks out with her curled legs, as hard as she can.

[MEDBAY] Donivan screams in pain, but his concentrations remains steady as steel. He screams obseneties of a sexual nature so loud that they echo off of the walls. He thrashes on the table, but the restraints hold as steady as stone. "I bind myself to you in death!" John screams in Mandalorian again.

      Watching the tussle in the room Kiare doesn't want to get directly involved in that but when the man has the other woman subdued and the two men move her to the table the female agent does move over to help as she is told to do.

[MEDBAY] Jaren walks back over towards the table and grabs the next toe in line,"Jonny you disappoint me. Who is going to be at the Gem Show. What is it they want to be there for?" He twists the toe like the one before, again with all his strength and purposely jarring the other toe in the process.

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle lifts a brow as she turns the scalpel off shaking her head "John, such language. YOu are a romantic at heart I can tell." She goes over to the table, looking over the various items ready for her use. She picks up one vial, walking back over towards Donivan slowly "Answer' the boy's question, John." Slowly she uncaps the vial pouring it's contents over Donivan's chest wound. The liquid somewhat acidic and high in sodium.

      The scar faced man calls in another large man and the three men set about getting the girl to the table, on the table, and strapped down. Fight's like a scrapper she does, but that only makes what will come sweeter as he breaks her.

      Jekitta fights with all she can, but it isn't nearly enough. Not by a long shot when the whole ship is full of adversaries. She ends up on the table, restraints bound tightly at her limbs. Her eyes move wildly as fear steals her breaths, her clarity. She growls in Kiare's direction, but can't seem to focus on her face. The only visage she can see with any detail is the man with the scar. She raises her head to get close to the man, close enough just to spit forcefully at him.

      The man laughs not even wiping the spit from his face, "You have spark. I will enjoy this." He moves to the cases and begins opening them, large fingers manipulating complex locks easily. Laying the cases on a nearby chair needles, scalpels, and small vials are displayed.

[MEDBAY] Donivan's sense of touch is overwhelmed. Pain floods his brain and the room fills with his screams. "My crew!" John cries out through the torture. "Me and my crew!" He continues tossing on the table, trying to shake the acid from his chest. "I will kill you all!"

[MEDBAY] Jaren nods his head, "That's better, Jonny. Would you like me to stop? Or do you want me to continue. I suppose I could even let the lady do whatever unspeakable things her mind is conjurring." He moves to the head of the table and puts his face down over his really close and hisses, "And believe me, she can come up with some really.... Inventive things."

[MEDBAY] "Kill us? All, now Johnny I can think of far better ways to spend time with you than just let you kill me." Gabrielle says, retaining some of the fluid in the vial as she holds it suspended over the other wound at his thigh. "Who are you and your crew going after?" She lets the fluid drip a bit then pours the rest in a steady stream over the length of the open wound

      "Really men," Kiare's voice is firm but she's staying out of reach, "I think if the nice young lady would tell us everything she knows or has been around for since she started working for the screaming man in the other room. I'm sure some kind of arrangement could be cleared by someone in charge."

      "Yeah, I'm sure it's all your miserable self can enjoy. Normal in-n-outs don't do it for you, huh? You have to resort to torture to get your jollies, is that it?" A shiver runs down Jekitta's spine despite the firey words escaping her lips as she hears the locks and mechanics moving. She lifts her head to look, but can't see any of the devices. She looks to Kiare... the woman her boss apparently shot, trying to defend her? Her white eyebrows raise in surprise. "What is it that you think I really know anyway? All good leaders hold secrets. What makes you think he'd divulge them to me?"

      "Man won't tell woman anything. You're wasting my time. I could be breakiner her right now." The scar faced man picks up the first impliment, an old fashioned scalpel and not those new fangled laser ones. "She'll sing for me."

[MEDBAY] Jaren reaches down and picks up the scalpel that Gabrielle had set aside for the vial of acid. Turning on to a slightly higher power settering her waves it casually infront of his face, "And what are the names of your crew, Jonny? Who do you have working for you?" He lightly runs the cool metal across the man's forheard with letting the laser blase touch his skin... Yet... "I'd like to know, Jonny." He smirks slightly as he lightly runs the laser edge of scalpel along his temple not far from his eye and along where the head shot had hit him, reopening the wound.

      Kiare calls a stop to all this, "I'm going to get someone higher involved in this." She frowns at the man staring him down for a moment then she moves to the girl, "I can get you out of this if you can tell us what you've done for him, where you've gone with him. Anything you might know at all, no matter how unhelpful it might seem. I'll get you out of this if I can get that from you. I really don't want to see what he can do in person." Without even waiting for an answer she goes to the door and gets one of the guards and sends him to Jaren with a message.

[MEDBAY] A guard enters the medbay and gets Jaren's attention. Waiting for the man to have time to speak to him the 'errand boy' then whispers something to Jaren.

      Jekitta whimpers at the sight of the scalpel, beads of sweat appearing at her forehead. She hears Kiare, but can't take her eyes from the silvery tool... for good reason. "There's nothing to say! I just run helm." Is that all? Jekitta squirms in her restraints, the threat of the knife enough to get her thoroughly frightened. She whimpers again.

[MEDBAY] The mortal danger summons up an unhuman level of focus within the pirate. A jerk of the head, and his face could be cut off. John Holds completely still while screaming in agony. "Grathix! Dane Noth! Nerik Derkshar!" John screams. "And your mother!"

[MEDBAY] Gabrielle gives Jaren an annoyed look as he uses the scalpel. She caps the vial and places it on the table coming around the other side of Donivan. She catches her lower lip with her teeth shaking her head "Hmm, why don't I completely believe you John?" She steps around to the head of the table again, squatting down a bit so that she's level to Donivan's ears. "Tell me, honestly. Who's on your crew?" She rubs in a bit of the remaing fluid on his chest with one finger across the wound.

[MEDBAY] Jaren leaves the scalpel running as he sets it down on the table next to the man's ear so he can hear it humming quietly, as the other man enters the room. Turning he walks over to him and listens quietly to what the man has to say. Nodding his head he smirks broadly and whispers something else in his ear before sending him off, "You know what he just told me, Jonny? Do you have any idea at all?" He places his hands on either side of the man's head, careful not to put his hand on the scapel, "He just told me that your lady friend passed out. Hadn't you wondered why her screams had stopped over the intercom? I was informed that Tryse is asking if he'll be allowed to do anything to her while she is unconscious." He looks into the man's eyes, "Or if he should just kill her now." He streightens and raises an eyebrow at Gabrielle, at the same time the screams begin again over the intercom the same horse voice crying in agony once more, "Sounds like she's awake again..." He lets his voice trail off.

      "Niet! Who do you think I work with? The man in the other room!" No other names are forthcoming from her accented lips, but her breath is shallow, rushed. Her tank top is soaking up her perspiration, and her torso shies away from his hand as it hangs above her.

[MEDBAY] "Because you are a dirty !" John screams. As Jaren speaks, the Corellian's eyes follow him. "Good girl," Cash says as he hears of his passed out comrade. Now at ease knowing that her torture has ended, John finally relaxes. He allows his eyes to fall closed, and his blood preasure falls. His senses shut down and the man faints on the table.

      Kiare returns from talking to the man at the door, "Hold it. We know you work for him. But as far as I'm told he's willing to let you die in here. Now I don't know how true that is, but I wouldn't want to risk it. I'm offering you this one chance. You tell us everyone you know, by name or description, that he has ever met with, and where. And where you have taken him and I'll be sure that this very unattractive man here doesn't get to have his fun."

      Jekitta's eyes flash to look at Kiare, her heart beating faster. "Like I even know that. I'm just a wheelman, of sorts." She glances back to mister scarface. How could she give information she might not be privy to? She tightens her jaw, glaring at him, testing the restraints, though she knew they were tight. Hey, at least she wasn't almost naked, like Donivan..

      Kiare speaks slowly, "All I am asking is that you tell us what you do know." I'll make brutus here go away, all you have to do is agree."

      Jekitta agrees, if only to get the scalpel-weilding freak away from her. "Whatever works, just get him away from me." She relaxes her body slightly on the table.