The Terran Alliance: The Dark Soldier- Crosspost

Chapter 7- Interrogation

Chapter 7- Interrogation

In his cave outside town, Philip finishes fixing a bright lamp in place, with the light shining right in the Fourth Brother's face. He then turns to the Fourth Brother. Philip had restrained the Brother with miniature ray shield generators he had stolen some time ago from an Imperial shuttle depot. The Fourth Brother is restrained in midair just a foot off the ground. Philip had removed his outer armor, leaving him just in his robes. Philip had also taken any other items from the Brother's pockets and belt that could be useful to him.

Philip crouches down in front of the Brother's face. Philip stares right into his eye for a few moments before he says. "Well, well, well. You sure seem to be in a pickle, don't you?" Philip mutters. He then holds a knife up to the Brother's face, touching the blade to his skin.

"Who are you, Terran scum?" the Fourth brother demands of Philip.

Philip chuckles. "A simple soldier continuing an old war. You see, the Empire has destroyed everything I once fought for in this galaxy. I'm here to take justice for the wrongs of the Empire. But you? Well, you intrigue me, because I have no idea who exactly you are. So, tell me. Who are you? What is your relation to the Emperor?"

The Brother considers just telling Philip what he's asking for, thinking Philip beneath him and not strong enough to do anything about it. However, he also doesn't want to seem weak and just doing what Philip wants. Therefore he firms his face and declares, "You won't get information from me so easily, Terran scum."

"Suit yourself," Philip says with a firm expression. He then digs the tip of the knife into the Brother's cheek, twisting it in his flesh. THe Brother cries out in pain, the cries growing in volume as Philip digs it deeper into his skin.

After a few seconds, Philip pulls the knife out of his cheek. However, he then moves around to the Brother's side, then digs the knife into his shoulder. The Brother screams in agony as Philip slowly digs the knife deeper and deeper. It only takes a few seconds before he cries out, "Alright! Alright!"

Philip immediately removes the knife and moves around in front of him. "Good. Want to tell me what I want to know?"

"Yes," the Brother says amidst heavy breathing. After a moment, he speaks up again, "I am an Imperial Inquisitor. The Inquisitorius, as we are called, serve the Emperor. We are many, and strong with the Force. We are trained for one purpose and one purpose. To rid this galaxy of any surviving Jedi and secure the safety of the Empire."

"Jedi Hunters, huh? Why? Why doesn't the Emperor or his new apprentice I've heard about take care of these pesky Jedi?" he asks.

"Why bother? We fulfill his requests to hunt down Jedi. Lord Vader accomplishes other tasks and takes a few Jedi that are more difficult, leaving the Emperor free to do as he wishes and delve deeper into the secrets of the Force," the Brother responds.

"Ah. I see. They're too busy to handle the Jedi and delegate that task to the grunts," Philip says with a smirk.

"We are not grunts! We are trained killers! We have been trained to use the dark side of the Force by Lord Vader himself! I have slain a Jedi myself!"

"Yeah. And I have over a hundred enemies killed in my career. You're gonna have to try harder to impress me," Philip responds with a sneer.

The Brother looks back at him, having thought that Philip might be a bit more intimidated by this, even if he can use the Force himself.

Philip crouches down a bit more. "Tell me. Inquisitor. What's your name?" Philip asks.

"My name is no longer important. I am the Fourth Brother," he says.

"Fourth Brother, huh?" Philip asks.

"All Inquisitors are known by such names, save for our leader, the Grand Inquisitor," the Fourth Brother explains.

"How many of you are there?" Philip asks.

"Nineteen, and the Emperor has individuals ready to train and replace us if too many of us fall in battle," the Brother replies.

"Hmm. Quite a few. Clearly the Emperor doesn't actually trust you, because if he did, he wouldn't have so many. Clearly thinks he needs to send a few at once just to take down a simple Jedi," Philip says.

Philip is intentionally trying to rile him up, and can see he has. The Brother struggles against his bonds and shouts, "We are not weak! We are strong with the dark side! We strike fear into the hearts of Jedi!"

"Maybe. But you lost to me," Philip responds. He then pulls up his lightsaber and ignites it, the blade spring up between their faces. "But I'm no Jedi."

The Brother takes a moment to look at the saber in surprise, examining its workmanship. Philip slowly rotates the hilt and muses aloud, "Beautiful, isn't it. I stole this saber from the tomb of Darth Bane himself on Korriban. I forged my armor and trained myself on Korriban. You may be strong in the dark side, but so am I, Fourth Brother."

Philip is quiet for a moment before he says, "I'm sure you're not constantly travelling. Where do you guys hang your sabers in your down time?"

The Brother responds, "Fortress Inquisitorius is our home. A fortress guarded by the Empire's fiercest troopers and the Inquisitors. Try and break in if you will, but you will never get out alive."

"Oh, I don't intend to pay your home a visit quite yet. But that's useful information to know for the future," Philip says.

Philip steps back from the Brother a few inches and stands up straight. "Thank you for the information you've shared with me, Fourth Brother. It'll be a great help to me. You, however, are no longer of use to me. See you in hell." He then switches his saber into a back handed grip, raises it up, then stabs his saber down through the Brother's back. The Brother gasps in shock at the blow, then dies a second later.

Philip pulls the saber out of the Brother's back, deactivating it and returning it to his belt. He looks down at the Brother's body, running what the Brother told him a few times. He's been thinking a lot in the past few months as to how to actually conduct his one man war. He's been thinking a lot about how his efforts aren't having a lot of impact on the Empire overall.

However, this new information provides a new opportunity for Philip. As he thinks over it, Philip picks up a data storage device the Brother had on him and opens it, looking through the data. He looks through the files on the other Inquisitors. He looks at each file for a few moments before moving on to the next one. He is quiet as he looks through the files.

As he gets through the files and puts the device away, Philip comes to a conclusion. His one man war against the Empire won't be too impactful against the Empire as a whole if he continues with these tactics. But this...this will be more effective. He won't just wage a one man war against the Empire's troopers and supply depots. He's going to go after the Inquisitors to kill them off and protect what Jedi survive. And perhaps, if he kills enough Inquisitors, that will draw Lord Vader after him.