Doril Farnsworth has been a member of the New Republic military since he was sixteen years old, and now he is in his mid thirties, nearly twenty years later. A young man, he has risen through the ranks quickly, meaning that perhaps he has lost out on some pieces of valuble experience. Now is the time for him to gain that experience, and one area is interrogations. Perhaps the Admiral of a fleet does not need it, but he feels he does, and as such, he pulls his uniform tight before entering the code that opens the doors to the interrogation room that he has had setup.
      The room, poorly lit except around the interrogation table, has been cleared of almost everything that was once here. The floor is made of durasteel, painted grey like the rest of the ship's floors. The walls are barely visible, and appear to be black due to the lack of color, and the ceiling appears to be of the same color. In the middle of the room is a metallic table, in the middle of it is a small computer terminal that can be used to record data, and search for records. The table is surrounded by four metallic grey chairs, giving the room an almost eerie air.
      "Bring in the prisoner, and summon the others who will assist me please." He calls out loud, knowing that there are guards who are listening, and recording everything that is said within the confines of this room. "It is time to begin." Doril takes a seat left of the computer terminal, leaving that seat for the Intelligence operative who has been sent.

      The Jedi who was responsible for delivering the prisoner stands in a corner near the door, cloaked in green, the cowl pushed back so that her fiery hair and pale features are visible in the darkly colored room. Indeed she seems rather vivid in comparison the drab walls and floor, and her green eyes glint as she watches the Admiral enter and call for the prisoner to be delivered.
      Not that Jessalyn is fond of thinking of the woman as a prisoner. She had brought her here to save her from a certain death before an Imperial firing squad, and her fate within the NR remains uncertain. But in the seven years since she had become a Jedi, she has known more than one Imperial to have a change of heart.
      Jessa glances at Admiral Farnsworth and gives a slight bow of greeting, lacing her fingers in front of her body. "It's good to see you, Admiral," she says quietly, before gazing at the doorway and waiting for the others to arrive.

      The operative that has been sent is high ranking, Kiare enters the room moments later. At only 22 even she realizes that she was 'fast tracked' to her current position. Having only participated in one previous interrogation and having been an outside party to two more being the lead is a little unfamiliar to her.
      Perhaps for that purpose more than any other she has chosen to forgo the usual dress for a tunic and trousers. Upon entering she smiles to first Jessa, having met the woman before, "A pleasure to see you again," and then a greeting for the Admiral as she moves to the seat near him, "Good day, to you both."

      A soft buzz emits from the doorway as the flanking guards beyond it's bleak seal arrive with the prisoner. Slender hands bound behind her back in a vice of steel shoulders and head cropped back she stands as though at attention, grim and stoic her expression and no weakness nor opening in the countenance offered in deep brown eyes. Yet her uniform is disheveled, badges of regiment and rank torn angrily from their place and boots in such a condition that at least a dozen lashes would be due were they displayed on morning inspection.

      Startled for a brief moment by the woman's voice, Korbel turns to see Jessalyn and nods his head, sighning deeply. "I am sorry, I did not even notice you there ma'am." Korbel says as he now sees that it is Jessalyn. "A pleasure to see you as always, even if we seem to only meet under these rather poor circumstances." He takes another deep breath, hearing the doors open, showing Kiare in the doorway.
      "Ah, hello, you must be the woman sent to us by New Republic Intelligence. I welcome you, and hope that after this is through, we can talk under better circumstances, and establish a better working relationship than has been seen in the past." He then looks to the door to see the person in the entrance. "Remove her restraints, and seat her across from us please." Korbel says to the security guards, watching as they do so.
      "I am Doril Farnsworth, Commanding Officer of the second fleet. I would like to say goodday, but under these conditions, I feel it might be wasted words. However, I hope that we can hash things out here so that we can get you off of the ship, and into freedom." He then nods to Kiare, and Jessalyn, letting them speak as he sits down, introductions on his part complete.

      Another smile is flashed toward the Admiral and then to the Jedi and finally to the impassive woman who has been seated across from her. "Welcome. It is also my hope that this can be worked through with as much ease as possible. I should like to introduce myself to those who do not know me. My name is Kiare Quinn and it is my hope that it will be my job to see that you are free to live your life in the New Republic."

      Clearly pleased with his words and intended motive, Jessalyn bows again to the Admiral. She inspects Dannitara carefully, noting the condition of her uniform and the brave, unflinching expression etched on her face. "I never caught your name," she says to her politely. "I'm Jessalyn Valios. The Director here and I have already discussed your status, and I too hope for you to be granted freedom." She smiles at Kiare and waits for everyone else to be seated before taking an empty chair and folding her hands across the outward curve of her tunic.

      Falling a step behind as the prisoner is directed into the room with a gentle but insistant push, the guard upon her right reachs to the prisoners hands and a gentle click emits from the binders as they snap open and her wrists are freed. Clipped, efficent marching pace steps such as those comman amongst the stormtroopers carry Dannitara across the room afore the escort where the wheel her about the table's edge and seat her in the indicated chair. Sharp salutes offered to the Admiral follow before each peels off in silent fashion and skirt the table before making their exit. The last thing the prisoner sights is each silhouette turning about in the bright beam of light, awaiting the time to escort her back to that box of a cell. She takes several long moments to stare each of what seems to be interrogators eye to eye, her gaze impassive and unfaltering. Leaving both to look upon the more distant woman, where upon she bows her head in slight reverence. A single word uttered neither softly nor harshly, a flat tone to match flat expression. "Jedi"

      Doril looks at the woman and he nods his head towards Kiare, this is her deal after all. He does make note of her appearance, and more than that, her perfection with her pace, and her salute. Very much Imperial, and very professional. All Admirals wish that their men and women could be perfect, without adding in the fear that comes along with the Empire's ability to achieve that said perfection. He nods his head, saying nothing, just listening.

      Brows arched in slight surprise at Dannitara's reaction, Jessalyn leans forward as best she can, gazing into the Imperial's face, studying her not just with her eyes but with other extended senses as well, testing for honesty, motivation, emotion, in her otherwise unreadable expression. "Yes," she whispers, nodding her head slowly. "I am a Jedi. Is that what impressed upon you to do what you did? What is your name and rank within the Empire, my friend?" she asks softly.

      The Intelligence Officer's head tips slightly to study the Imperial woman. The way she moves, the stolidness of her, even the word she speaks is considered before Kiare speaks. "A name would be appreciated, something by which to address you." For a moment she is silent and then, "Would you like something to drink, perhaps. I know how these things can dry the mouth." There's a soft smile at that, "It is all the talking that does it."
      She wants to make this easy for the woman, perhaps an atmosphere that seems warmer could do the trick, so she makes a bit of fun at herself.

      The Admiral looks over to Kiare who is definately new to this. He then looks to Jessalyn and nods his head at her questions, and lets them do the talking, after all, he is only here to make sure that things go smoothly, and to represent his fleet, which was involved.

      Dannitara's head snaps back to the center of the two interrogators, politeness is one thing, breaking interrogation conditioning is another. The Empire has long been aware of the abilities of Jedi, and the rebel's love of including them in interrogations to learn the truth behind words and feelings behind masks of stoic emotion. Emptying her mind, conditioned training begins to take over as she sits straight-backed within her chair. "Dannitara Kovolenko, Corporal, Imperial Ground Forces."

      Sensing the woman clearing her thoughts behind the stoic mask, Jessalyn sits up straighter and releases a long sigh. "Corporal. May I call you Dannitara?" she asks kindly. The Imperial may fear her, but Jessalyn had, after all, saved her life. Perhaps she could convince her that no harm was intended to her, even in the discover of the truth. "Tell me... what did you expect to happen after you attempted to shoot your commanding officer? Trial? Death? Or did you want the New Republic to open its arms to you?"

      A name, but nothing more? What do these people expect her to do? Beat it out of the poor woman. That's just not her way so she wonders a little if they sent the right person for the job. Nothing to be done about that now, Kiare is here and the process has been started.
      "The New Republic opens its arms to many, there is no denying that you could be one of those many. The only question on that matter is if you will reach out for that which is offered, or if you will choose to lock yourself away as much in your own mind as any could do in a prison of walls." Kiare lets her voice, gentle of tone, continue while she watches woman interact with Jessalyn, "It is not my wish to lock you into a prison, I would like if you would answer the quesitons honestly."

      Korbel looks to Jessalyn and then he decides that he might interject just a little bit, perhaps adding to the heat that the woman might be feeling. They were using different tactics. He had learned from what he had been told, to break the person you were interrogating, not to be nice and cuddly to them. That prompted lies and deceit.
      "Perhaps you did it as a show, to get to be a double agent within the New Republic?" He says to Dannitara as he looks at her. "How convenient though. I mean, there is someone from the New Republic there, and a Jedi at that. You go ahead and try to kill your commanding officer, and then how fortunate she is able to rescue you from a ship full of Imperial soldiers." He nods his head, pursing his lips. "How..." he pauses, "..convenient."

      Dannitara's eyes select a point on the darkend far wall, fixing her stare upon it and only breaking the gaze on occassion to blink the woman's tone remains flat, secretly both thankfull and frustrated by the training in interrogation...both resisting and conducting. Her resolve falters for a moment, contempt and anger flooding into her conscious mind as the Admiral speaks though in an instant it is repressed, drowned by a sea of silence. "Ask your questions. I will answer them truthfully as far as my duty allows and no further."

      "Then answer his question," Jessalyn prompts, her voice a bit sharper than it was before. "Were you taking the opportunity presented to you? I'm sure you knew that the Lord Commander's armor would easily deflect your blaster shot, so your attempt was futile. It was suicide, in fact, had I not been there. But you knew I would be there. You knew a Jedi was coming to your ship. Are you here to subvert the New Republic, to serve the Empire? Tell me the truth so I do not have to pick it painfully out of your mind... Dannitara." The Jedi narrows her eyes and doesn't let the stoic woman out of her gaze for a long time, before finally glancing to the Admiral and the Intelligence Officer in turn.

      Rising from her seat Kiare paces slowly, she's never experienced such a lack of response before. The others were.... far too willing to blather on and on. So it is that the Imperial woman is reguarded from a different perspective, "Did you want only to pass on knowledge, or were you to assist in something more sinister? Perhaps seeking to kill one of our leaders? Or even several of them?" Just what was it that went on inside Imperial minds. Maybe that was from the lies they were fed.

      Dannitara continues to hold her gaze upon the far wall, her voice nearly sounding like a mindless drone in it's monotones. Ever do her hands remain by her sides, entire body unmoving save jaw, lips and tongue. "I am under no such orders, and with respect; the 'Razor' is a formidable weapon, more than capable of blowing a man from his feet. I do not know why the attack was unsuccessfull."

      Korbel looks at her and he shakes his head. "I have to attend other things right now. You will have to continue without me." Korbel says to Kiare and Jessalyn. "I am sorry, but there is something pressing going on." He looks to Dannitara and shakes his head. "For your sake, you had better speak, or you will find yourself charged with things that will keep you behind bars for a long time." He then bows his head to Kiare, and Jessalyn, then leaves the room, leaving them alone with the woman.

      Fine beads of sweat appear on Jessalyn's forehead and she furrows her brow in concentration as she stands up very slowly, levering herself against the arms of her chair, and walks toward Dannitara. "As far as I can tell she giving us the truth," the Jedi announces, looking over her shoulder at Farnsworth and Kiare as the Admiral takes his leave. She nods to him and watches him leave with a grave expression.
      "I know you are on your guard," she goes on, turning back to the prisoner and touching her shoulder very gently. "I know you fear what may be done to you here. But if you are honest with us, and mean no further harm to the Republic, you will be set free." She leans closer, dark red hair falling forward as her other hand clasps the woman's shoulder, so that she is gripping both as she speaks. "Do you understand that? You must speak for your own sake."

      Dark eyes go to the Jedi and there is a bit of concern for the woman, but Kiare can only trust that she knows her own limits. "To the Empire you are traitor already, speak or not they would still kill you. Speak and you may go free, do not and though you may still live it could hardly be considered life." She moves over behind the chairs opposite Dannitara, "I should hope that they haven't made you into such a one that would throw away her own life on those who would seek her death. There is choice, will you choose life and freedom?"

      Deep inside Danni' a rising contempt wells for the man she has now labled in her mind 'Admiral Bastard' as she watches him leave a brow arches and shadows of doubt creep into her mind about the ostentatious crap she'd been reading on the holoviewer provided for her to peruse the rebel's version of history. It had almost fooled her. But recalling the same lines as those she'd rehersed years ago in the academy of the supposed 'evil empire' the determination to resist the rebel questioning redoubles and she remains unphased by the jedi's touch. "I give nothing for a murdering usurper upon the throne. I have answered each question you have put to me thus far. Continue."

      Jessalyn doesn't move, and she forces Dannitara to meet her gaze, holding it and narrowing her eyes as she continues, "You have not answered whether you intend harm to the New Republic," she corrects. "Should we return you to the Empire? Perhaps that is the best road, the one you had intended. Let them pass judgment on you. Every Emperor has been a murderer. In your heart, you know this to be true. Let go of the lies they gave you, Dannitara, and embrace freedom. That is what this is really about, isn't it? Whom to believe? Do you think I am evil? Why do you think I saved you?"

      Watching the interaction between Jedi and Imperial she frowns a bit. The woman doesn't seem to want to say much of anything, perhaps this is best left for a time when she has stewed longer in the small cell. They should have sent one of the others, surely Bren would have enjoyed finding a way to break the woman. She shakes off that thought, she is there, she is expected to show results.

      Dannitara tears her gaze away from the Jedi's, electing a new spot on the wall and crushing her emotions as though they were a downed rebel speeder beneath the foot of an AT-AT walker the calm returning to her mind. "I have already answered that question. I am under no orders to inflict harm, nor carry out acts of espionage on the New Republic."

      Jessalyn straightens up, ambivalent as she gazes down at the prisoner. "She is still an Imperial at heart," she murmurs, sighing and looking toward Kiare as she turns her back to Dannitara. "I suggest returning her to her cell and let her think about what she has learned here." The Jedi straightens her cloak and folds her hands before her, preparing to leave. "But... do what you will with her, though she deserves no harm."

      The guards are called and Kiare smiles to Jessalyn. Orders are given to return the prisoner to her cell in bindings and to be sure that her meal arrives on time. Perhaps more progress can be made another day. "Sleep well, Corporal Kovolenko," then words for the Jedi, "Be well."