The Independency: A Star Wars Story

The Interrogation

      Miscellin gave a grin. She was phenomenal when it came to inveigling her way out of interrogations and torture. When she had been selected to lead the Independency at the mere age of 17, one of her first decisions had been to make peace with a group of Mandalorians that they had been in a war with for 8 years.

      Unfortunately for Miscellin negotiations did not go as planned because of something that she said(who knew that making a Jedi joke would cause Mandalorians to get so violent?). She ended up in a cell dampened with puddles of blood, crack lined walls, and shrieks could be heard from other cells. She used her intelligence(and flirtatious puns)to worm her way out of what could have been a very bloody situation.

      However, she was unsure if flattery would work on Kylo: with that in mind, she did decide to try a bit of flattery at first, and if that didn't work, she'd go for childlike innocence. And if that didn't work, she'd be seductive. If all of those failed, she'd just be her normal self: snarky and sarcastic.

      "I am glad I am finally getting to meet you, sir," she said. Respect was everything. "I regret not being able to meet you sooner." Kylo scoffed and moved closer to the door, intimidation rolling off of him, sending bolts of fear into Miscellin's heart more forcefully than lightning. "I bet you regret a lot of things. For example, you will soon regret betraying the First Order." Kylo moved to unlock the door, which was quite modern. The cell itself was not an old rusty one with a door made of iron bars like you are probably imagining: no, it was a white containment cell, and the only color besides white was the blood on the floor from Miscellin's head. The door was sleek and shiny, made of some kind of foreign material that must have cost a fortune. Nearly indestructible. The door could not be unlocked with an old fashioned key, it could only be opened using a specific keycard or by using fingerprints.

      Kylo pulled a keycard out of his robe pocket and unlocked the door, stepped inside quickly, then locked it behind him. Miscellin instinctively moved back away from him, for she knew that keeping her distance would be wise in this circumstance. "I do not regret betraying the First Order, nor will I ever. The rebels, at least, listened to my opinions," she glared at him. 'Oops,' she thought. 'Well, there goes flattery.'

      Miscellin was never fond of using childlike innocence to escape from prison cells, so she skipped right over that method of absconding from the place. Kylo chuckled and shook his head slowly. "Do you really think they'll actually take your idea of democracy into consideration? They were just saying that to convince you to leave us," Kylo commented. He impatiently paced around the room. He just wanted to get some answers and leave. He had more important things to be doing.

      Miscellin looked the man over carefully. Tall, clearly strong(and not just with the force), possibly had anger issues, and did not look like one who was interested in....ah...non-platonic romance.

      "Miscellin. We were once allies, and you must have some sympathy for the First Order still, so I will give this command once and once only: give me any information you have on the Resistance." He moved a meter or so closer. She knew all he wanted was answers, and she was aware that if she gave them, she wouldn't get hurt. Even if she had information, she wouldn't have released it. She shook her head and backed up against the wall wordlessly. Kylo moved closer to her again. "Miscellin, you don't have to get hurt here." He wanted to hurt her so much.

     She shook her head again, then she crossed her arms and looked away. She would not crumble under pressure today, she would not fall to her enemy. Kylo took one last step forward, so they were centimeters from touching. This could end rather awful. She finally couldn't resist anymore, and so, she resorted to just being herself. Miscellin knew she would get punished severely for this, but she didn't care. She was going to die anyways, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be executed.