New Force Order

IV

35ABY

Middle rim

Cell Block of the Eviscerator - Space above Eriadu

EV grabbed the tray of food, careful not to spill any of the soup and dry foods that were arrayed on it. This was the standard meal for a prisoner going through reeducation, which is to say they almost ate as well as the stormtroopers. She was going to be delivering the prisoner they had brought in two days ago for his first meal, as they wanted him slightly starved before they began to put him through. When she had requested a meeting with the prisoner she was told that she would have to give him his food and that she should try to get information out of him as well. She had a pretty good plan as to how to fish some information out of him. She was planning on only giving him the food only after he gave her some information. She knew, from experience, that the threat of starvation was a good threat and an efficient one.

EV quickly stepped forwards to the front of his cell, and Ben nodded at her, his armour clean and shiny. The other guard, whom EV knew as TN-7937, also gave her a slight wave of recognition before stepping aside to allow her entry into the cell. EV's blaster felt heavy in it's holster as she carried the tray through the arch and into the cell. She heard the slight noise of the doors sliding shut behind her. She wasn't surprised at all to find a brightly shining room where everything was white. The walls, the cot, the toilet, the table; everything.She had seen this before, of course, as this was the standard room for somebody entering reeducation. The bright white was meant to force the prisoner to be more submissive and to get used to bright things. It was meant as a sort of embarrassment tactic because you could see everything that was not white. For example, you could easily identify the man who sat at the edge of his cot in a bright pink jumpsuit. He stood out to the rest of the room like a Togruta among humans. He was easily identifiable and his back was turned to her.

EV cleared her throat and the man slowly turned and looked up at her. His eyes were sunken and his hair was a mess. He looked weak and frail, and his hair was oily. He had stubble all around his face and his eyes weren't even looking at her, only at the food tray in her hands.

"What is your name, prisoner?" asked EV, her voice plain and flat, the commanding tone obvious by her word choice. The man didn't even flinch when she referred to him as a prisoner and his eyes remained fixed on the tray. He began to reach for it but she pulled it back before he could grab anything on it. A small whimper arose from the man, his chest rising slowly as his breath stilled. He just sat there, staring at the tray in EV's hands, watching it with a primal glare. This man had been starved for a few days and had most likely already been broken. I hate seeing them like this, thought EV grimly, resisting the urge to just hand the man the tray.

"What is your name, prisoner?" She repeated, staring him straight in the eyes now with a cold gaze. If he did not comply, she of course had ways of forcing him to. It was troubling to think that she could do something such as use force to get the man to do something, as it wasn't her favorite thing to do. It just slightly went against her own moral code. Just slightly.

The man stared back at her and he opened his mouth slightly. "C.. Connall," said the man, voice barely heard at all, likely due to his lack of water.

EV was sort of startled that he had given up his name so quickly. But then again, he did really want and need both water and food, so it was understandable.Her goal was to get as much information as possible from him before he was "remodelled" so that was what she would do. Also, EV was generally curious about the order the man came from, the "New Force Order", her superiors called it. Frankly, while it was a rather large thorn in the First Order's side, it wasn't too much of a big deal, but they were equal, if not more powerful than the Resistance, which made them a priority target. What was more troubling was that they knew hardly anything about the leader, with the exception of a name; T'rien. In addition to that, they had no spies in their enemy's order because they had no idea how the recruitment system worked. It was almost as if they were phantoms behind the scenes, operating and doing their own business while no one else saw.