(UNDER HEAVY EDITING!!) Stellar Serenade: Cosmic Connections

Chapter 4: Locks Of Lies

Luminara's eyes snapped open, wincing at the sudden pouring of dim light. She got up, stretching her legs. She heard the faint noise of whimpering and chittering teeth. She crouched down and peered through the hole into Aral's cell. The poor little girl- woman? The poor little young- old- girl-woman was curled into a little ball, shivering her scales off in the corner of her cell. Luminara took off her jumper, luckily she still had leggings on. She stuffed her oversized jumper through the hole. "psst.. Aral..?" Luminara  said. Aral didn't move an inch, but Horus got up. He didn't say anything, but he did bite and drag her jumper over to Aral, gently placing it onto her. Horus nodded, and shifted his face to look like a 'smile', Luminara smiled back and nodded as well. 

Luminara perked up at the sound of rhythmic footsteps and the distant clinking of keys. She could see the distant image of a policeman, William, and a soldier with a gun. It was time for her interrogation. The male soldier is dressed in a meticulously tailored military uniform, a symbol of discipline and professionalism. 

The uniform is adorned with insignias denoting rank, service branch, and various commendations. He wears durable combat boots, and the fabric of his uniform is a blend of functionality and resilience. His physique reflects the demands of military training — strong, fit, and well-conditioned. Broad shoulders and a trim waistline contribute to a strong and agile frame. The soldier's muscular build is a testament to the physical training and endurance required in his profession. 

The soldier carries himself with a confident and upright posture, instilled by military discipline. His movements are purposeful and controlled, indicative of the training that emphasizes precision and efficiency. There's a quiet, resolute confidence in his demeanor, born from experience and a sense of duty.

His hair is typically cut short and neat, conforming to military grooming standards. The clean-cut appearance reflects attention to detail and a commitment to a uniform, cohesive look. 

The soldier's eyes exude a combination of focus, determination, and alertness. They are windows to a disciplined mind, capable of making quick and calculated decisions in high-pressure situations. His expression is often stoic, reflecting the mental resilience cultivated through training and experience.

He was carrying a Kevlar helmet, protective eyewear, a tactical vest, and a weapon. Each piece of gear is meticulously arranged for quick access, showcasing proficiency with the tools of his trade.

He has multiple scars, tangible reminders of his service and sacrifices. Tattoos, often with significant meanings, mark their skin. These markings can tell stories of camaraderie, patriotism, and personal milestones, adding a layer of individuality to the uniformed exterior.

The soldier hit the bars, letting out a loud ringing, William stuck the keys one by one in the door until it opened. "Come on cosplay girl. It's time to tell the truth" William laughed, swinging the door open. Luminara followed the two out of the cell, and into the endless halls of prison.

Luminara walked through the cold, echoing halls of the prison, accompanied by the rhythmic footsteps of the soldier and the jingling keys held by William. The atmosphere was tense, and the dim lighting cast elongated shadows on the cold, gray walls. The soldier marched with discipline, and William swaggered with a misplaced sense of authority.

As they navigated the corridors, Luminara couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, not just physically, but in a web of lies and deceit. She wondered how much longer she would endure this ordeal and whether justice would prevail.

Finally, they reached the interrogation chamber. The soldier opened the heavy metal door, revealing a stark room with a cold, metal table and uncomfortable chairs. The single light above flickered intermittently, adding to the sense of unease.