Once more the poorly lit room with the interrogation table is being used. An additional light has been added but it doesn't make much of an impact on the darkness that surrounds the table and two chairs. A guard waits near the door for the arrival of the woman from Intel.

      First to arrive in shadowed bleakness of the interrogation room is the prisoner, flanked as ever by the escorting guards and her hands bound once more in the unpleasant bar-linked cuffs her steps seem to lack the regularity they held before. Not yet falling out of rythm altogether yet it one were to observe closely they no longer hold the regimented motions nor steady beat of impending doom drilled into the ranks of the Imperial Stormtroopers. Crossing the room yet in short order, Dannitara settles herself as best she can upon the unforgiving chair provided, eyes moving absently to the doorway.

      It is but a moment or two after the prisoner has seated herself that the door opens again, this time to admit Kiare. The woman the intel sent to interrogate the prisoner speaks firmly, "Release her hands and then leave us." The escorting guard does just that and departs closing the door behind, that leaves the two women and the single guard who has been there from the beginning.

      Dannitara's eyes move swiftly from the door as it opens and the intelligence officer passes, fixing themselves on an all-too familiar section of wall she stares blankly at it as her hands are released, bringing them forwards and resisting the urge to rub the reddened rings around her wrists lays them flat atop her thighs. Head cocking back and her back straightening in proper Imperial fashion.

      Kiare settles into her seat and shuffles some of the contents spill out across the table. Several pictures are amid the pieces. The images range from young children to older persons, she gathers them up and straightens the stack. "Would you like some lotion for your wrists?"

      The door opens and a guard enters with water and then departs. Kiare continues, "Those bonds can't have been pleasant and I know that my niece would be scratching at the redness making it worse. She's such a cute little thing really.." Her words trail off, "Why don't you tell me about your family instead?"

      Dannitara's expression molds to one of distain. She'd expected more pointless growling and chest beating from the Admiral and perhaps yet more offers of refreshment from who she assumed to be the intelligence officer assigned to her case. Not a discussion about families... it is infact not until half-way through her sneer that her mind first wanders to her family, and more specificly to the regulations. Treason permitted only one penalty and the very thought of it sent a shudder down her spine. Swallowing past the swelling lump in her throat, the voice sounding from her lips is no longer as flat as it was and instead seems like the cracking surface of sheets of thin ice under the sun's warming rays. "I fail to see how my family has any bearing on how much threat I pose to the New Republic."

      Kiare smiles a little and shakes her head, "I was just curious. Family is one of the things that is very important and I thought it would help to understand you better. To see that you would not be a threat to the Republic." She lays some of the images out on the table, "There are, of course, rumors about what happens to the families of those who commit what the Empire considers treason. I, naturally, hope that they are just rumors."

      Steeling her emotions once again, Danni' expends considerable effort to crush them down into a tiny niggling pain, pushing them to the back of her mind and quietly thankful that the Jedi wasn't here to observe every moment of her feelings with crystal clarity. Long moments pass as she supresses the waves of anger and pain at the consideration before she answers, dry lips adding a subtle weary sound to her tone. "If the state of the New Republic Intelligence is so poor that you are unaware of standard and very public protocal regarding traitors then it is great wonder that you haven't been crushed already...you know what's become of them. If you want a psychological analysis then have your slicers liberate my file."

      Kiare nods, "They aren't 'my' slicers but I'm sure one or more of them are working on said liberation even as we speak." She pours a paper cup of water and passes it over to you almost without thinking, "I am sorry for your loss. Perhaps you would like some time alone with the images I have aquired of your family?"

      Dannitara's eyes narrow as her gaze moves from the wall to Kiare, a snarling expression marring her disheveled and pale features. "To what end rebel? So that I can cry, repent and damn the Empire for it's evils? The price for traitors is known, but I am not one. The man who would order their deaths is nothing but an imposter. A murderous meglomaniac backed by profit-driven scum beneath even your ilk!"

      Kiare nods slowly, "And you could help us fight him. If you cared. You could help revenge the unjust deaths of your family."

      "And replace him with what?" comes Danni's sharp reply. Not a moments hesitation as the comforting sounds of the Imperial propaganda spout from her like the Emperor himself. "A failed system of government, where the races do nothing but argue whilst the galaxy falls into chaos? The Old Republic died along time ago for just those reasons!"

      Kiare shrugs, "What it is replaced with needs to be from your heart. Not from the Imperial propganda machine, not from the hearts of those like myself. Not even from your pain, but from what you heart says is right when your tears have been shed and your peace made with the loss."

      Dannitara snorts in contempt, though reflected dimly by the light a faint shimmer comes to her eyes. "And I am supposed to find peace in the walls of a cell, held against my will?"

      Kiare shakes her head, "No. But I can offer nothing until you accept that I am not here to force you to swear allegiance." She puts the images away, "Would you like a meal? Something to drink besides water?"

      Dannitara shakes her head slowly in kind, though her eyes fall to the water on the table. She's not eaten nor drunk since she came aboard and though her physiology may be able to cope with the extended hardship, it is far from pleasant and the desire to drink the cool liquid in a single mammoth gulp builds with each moment. "Fine...you're not the recruitment office. So let me off this damned ship and I'll leave you rebels and that usurper to your war. I'll let the ISB catch up to me when they've got a free afternoon and I'll just be another murder statistic for the local enforcement to deal with, far away your desk."

      Kiare frowns, "That is not what we want either. I can see that you are settled on a Republic planet, or we can find you something on perhaps Caspar, or Tatooine. Perhaps we can find you a place, a job.. get you settled into something."

      Were that she could, Danni' would have given anything to have been able to flee to her quarters aboard the Soverign, disabled the security scanners, curled up into the corner of her bed and sobbed the night (or was it day?) away. As it is, she finds herself here in this unforgiving interrogation room. Being offered protection by a woman who before the coup she wouldn't have given a second thought to drilling between the eyes. Her head falls and with it her eyes, staring down at the pale and thin flesh of her hands, stroking along the bright-red bands around her wrists. "Do what? I'm a special forces soldier...I'm trained to fly and to kill."

      Kiare shrugs, "We could see you settled on Caspar. The marines might be willing to take you on. Some of the planets have their own defense forces and they might be willing to accept you. It all depends on if you want to continue that line or perhaps fine a new one."