On a cold examination table in a laboratory aboard the Black Talon there lay a prisoner captured by a Zergadin strike team. He was a Kaleesh thug who worked for the Hutt cartel crime lord Corgez the Hutt.  The Zergadins had taken him in for questioning because he was one of the only thugs left alive after the successful assault on the prison ship Paarthanox.

Corgez had owned this ship and used it extensively as a depot for slave trading, smuggling, and a place for locking up the cartels enemies to rot away. Now the enormous freighter turned prison floated in deep space somewhere, scrapped and destroyed by the Zergadins.

The Kaleesh prisoner had been strapped naked to the examination table for several parsecs. He was being softened up for interrogation using an elaborate torture process that involved sleep deprivation and starvation, alongwith a constant force assault on his mind. Walterodim used his mastery of the dark arts to fill the prisoners mind with deception. To say that the Kaleesh was in fear would be an understatement. He was ready to crack as soon as Newo entered the room to begin the interrogation.

“Please, I’ll tell you anything. Just let me out of here. This place is full of horrible things. There are creatures in the shadows. There’s faces on the wa-ha-ha-ha-ll” his pleading turned into a desperate and pathetic cry. Newo ignored the prisoner as she filled a large syringe with a glowing green fluid, and sharpened a few instruments of torture.

“Log entry 1-3-9,” she spoke into her holo-recording device with a thick Imperial accent “the patient seems to be willing to cooperate, our information extraction methods seem to be nearing perfection…” She continued her monologue into the holo-recorder while activating a medium sized interrogation droid that had several sharp instruments and torture devices hanging from arms attached to a spherical body. Then she switched off the holo-recorder and turned to her soon to be victim.

“Now prisoner I know I could ask you anything I want and you will give me the best answer you can, but that wouldn’t be very fun would it? Instead I’m going to introduce you to my little friend here. I call it the Imperial tickler.” She pushed one more button on the droid and a drill started it’s high pitched shrill as it moved toward the Kaleesh thug. He began to cry out and scream in panic as the droid’s many arms did their work on him. Newo grinned and leaped on the table in a position of complete dominance of the prisoner. Using the most intimidating voice she could muster she screamed directly into the thug’s face

“Where is Azhi Dahaki!”