Detention Cell C-24an A featureless room encompasses you as your senses reel from the lack of input. Recessed into the far wall is a long, cold, metallic slate for a prisoner to sleep on. The sturdy-looking clamps affixed to the surface of the slab are obviously there to restrain the more violent 'guests.' A simple sanitation station is located beneath a section of the metallic slate. -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ut leads to Security Center (D3, L14). Chantinelle A young female human. She wears the tight and elegant cutted dark red uniform of a member of the Coruscant armored teams. The woman wears with pride and honor her uniform, indicating that she wears this uniform without any doubt of her abilities. Right under the small collection of training patches is only one single battle path, joined by the Dar'ne Crest, the Coruscant Medal for being injured in combat. The rank patches introduces the owner of the ceremonial uniform as Major Thistleborn. Around her small waist is a thin belt and which a black holster and various utilities-boxes are fixed. The tight dark red trousers moves down her long legs and ends being tucked in the woman's heavy leather black boots, which nearly reach her knees. The single add-on to the else simple and plain uniform is a small round House crest nearly invisible fixed at the woman's left collar. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => 2281 Standard Galactic Credits => Imperial Identification Card <<- V150950 ->> => Galactic Bank Card => Vibro-Axe => DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol => Protective Vest => Galactic Bank Card Rellik has arrived. Rellik enters Detention Cell C-24an Rellik looks to be a rather unasuming man. Perhaps that is intentional, but this human does not look like he could be one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. He looks to be more of a scientist than a warrior. His average height and wiry frame doesn't make him seem all that intimidating. However, what he lacks in physical intimidation is made up for by his attitude and a defiant look in his dark brown eyes. The plain features of his face are broken by a Van Dyke that is neatly groomed. His dark brown hair is also nicely trimmed and neat. When speaking, Rellik's accent is neutral, but he generally slips into local accents subconsciously. The manner in which he carries himself is one of a perfectionist. Indeed his eyes constantly examine what's around him in a sometimes disconcerting manner. He is wearing garments that are nothing but black. There is an eiry lack of color. Black slacks, black tunic, black boots, black gloves and a black cloak. There is no insignia of any sort, nothing at all that could point at the rank or affiliation of this man. However his presence alludes something to the contrary. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DataPad Rellik walks off of the turbolift into the security center of the New Order. He is met by a compliment of four stormtrooper who take formation behind Chantinelle. Rellik continues walking until the arrives at a doorway, which hisses open. He steps inside. Chantinelle just follows the lord unable to do anything else except following his wishes. She sighs and looks with wide eyes at the cell but then follows the man shruging into the cell, knowing that arguing wont help her now. Two stormtroopers enter the room and take guard positions inside the door. The other two remain outside the chamber. Rellik takes a few steps into the room and stands to the side, waiting for Chantinelle to enter and then stepping behind her. He crosses his arms across his chest and studies the woman for a brief moment. The interrogation chamber is a dimly lit room and spartanly furnished. There is a chair in the center of the room, vacant at the moment. Curiously there is a table off of the wall opposite the door. Next to it appears to be a surgical bed and some rudimen tary life support hookups. Chantinelle remains quiet as she feels the Lord watching her, she turns slowly around and looks at him,being now in the cell she has left all her usual joy and courage. but still she doesn't cares to open her mouth and protest on her situation. Rellik's expression is one of contempt. His face is contorted in a gruesome manner... that of rage being barely kept in check. There is much malice in his eyes when he looks upon Chantinelle's face. He nods towards the one chair and commands, "Sit down." Chantinelle nods slightly and moves over to the chair, following the Lord's command. So she sits down on the chair, stretching in an almost mechanical gesture her uniform trousers to avoid any wrinkles from the sitting. Chanti looks up and watches the man, still not shure why he brought her into this cell and not down onthe planet. Rellik begins to walk in a semi-circular pattern around Chantinelle's chair. Back and forth... back and forth, much like a predator pacing behind a cage. He stops and looks down at the woman and speaks in an angered tone, "Tell me why you deliberately leaked those invitations into the Caspar underground." Chantinelle sighs deeply and looks down onthe floor being way too sahmed to stand the Lord's glance on her eyes, she answers slowly, "I.. I thought about luring some rebels perhaps into the embassy, a chance to pick somebody without any big scene or anybody noticing." Rellik looks down at you with contempt clearly audible in his tone, "You wanted to lure some New Republic personnel? You risked -my- afety so that you could 'lure' New republic personnel to the reception?" Chantinelle looks up, "Sir.. " she corrects herself quickly, "M'Lord, neither your nor anybody other's life was ever in danger. Neither somebody could have smuggled any weapon into the embassy nor what have the guards inthe embassy overseen any coming danger. There was never a risk for any imperial member or I wouldn't ever done this!" she tries to protest weakly. Rellik's anger boils up in him and he shouts, "Silence!" Rellik turns and takes a few steps away from the chair, his back towards Chantinelle. "Tell me whom you are working with, Ms. Thistleborn and I may be gentle with you." Chantinelle gulps and just wanted to throw in that you asked her and she only answered but serveing now the fifth Emperor and dozend of different supperiors she nods when to be quiet and nods only to the Lord. But as she hears his question she gasps and looks at him, "M'Lord! How can you doubt my loyalty! " Rellik turns slowly to face you and demands, "Who are -you- to question me?" Chantinelle smirks and knows that however she answeres she looses anyhow. She raises her chin with the pride she has still left and answers slowly inher calm voice not being acused for an insult as well, "M'Lord, I am serveing the Empire since my birth, my whole life is directed to help the Empire! There is no way that I could ever betray the Empire.. my home or my family!" Rellik reponds curtly, "Yet you betray the Empire with your actions." He walks towards a comm panel near the door and depresses one of the buttons, "Doctor, I shall require your assistance now." He turns and looks at Chantinelle. "Perhaps you need some convincing to be truthful." Natasha steps down and inside through a heavy blast door. Natasha has arrived. Natasha enters Detention Cell C-24an A young woman dressed in medical scrubs, with her hair drawn back up under a paper surgical cap, her face predominantly hidden behind a surgical mask, and her hands covered in yellow latex gloves. Her eyes are a glowing green, the same vibrant color as the medical wear she's sporting. Chantinelle gasps only thinking at the idea what now will come, she stares at the Lord and says desparetly, "M'Lord, even then I wont chnage my mind! I have never betrayed the Empire,nor I will ever do it!" Rellik turns his attention to the woman in surgical scrubs, and nods a polite greeting. He turns and slightly chuckles at Chantinelles assertion, "Oh, I think you shall change your mind, Ms. Thistleborn." Looking back at Natasha he asks, "Docotor, I believe in Chantinelle Thistleborn's records there is a mention of cybernetic reconstruction, correct?" As the doctor enters the room, she wheels in with her a cart that she leaves by the door. Natasha withdraws a datapad from the cart and turns, nodding to the man in lieu of a formal salute, yet with the same amount of respect as one. "Yes, Advisor Rellik. "Ms. Thistleborn has had cybernetic reconstruction to the right side of her cranium, including mandilla, maxilla, and optical replacements. On her right arm, humerous, radius and ulna, along with as her entire hand and wrist structure, all cybernetic. Her pelvis is a replacement as well, sir." Rellik nods in understanding and responds, "Very good. See that they are deactivated." Chantinelle only stares with shock and terror at the doctor, hating all white-cloaked persons since years. And this doctor wont change Chanti's opinion about doctors bein all slaughters. "What! M'Lord!" she insists "You have no right to do this! The implants were bought by my father Grand Moff Thistleborn and not by the Empire!" Rellik laughs at Chantinelle, becoming amused by her impudence rather than offended. "I have every right to do whatever I wish to you. Including ordering your execution. Pray that I am not angered enough to do so." He laughter abruptly ends as he locks eyes with the woman demonstrating the severity of that statement. Natasha nods to Rellik, "Yes, Advisor." She turns sharply on a heel and moves back to her cart with no deliberate slowness, but not deliberate haste, uncovering first one, then two trays of silver metal devices. She looks over the datapad, then over the trays, selecting the proper tools one by one. Althought knowing very well that she could die by a single word of the man, Chanti doesn't stop to protest, but weaker now, "M'Lord! Please I beg you, I have this implants as a symbol as I nearly gave my life for the Empire, I am _NO_ traitor!" Rellik spits back a response to Chantinelle, "You had your chance to cooperate. Now you will face your punishment for your arrogance." Natasha arranges the top tray with just the appropriate tools for the job, and once that's complete, she wheels the cart over to where the bed is in the back, placing it against the wall and to the side. She then leaves the cart to walk over to Chantinelle, reaching to grab the woman's left wrist, telling her in an official tone, "Stand, and come with me." Chantinelle nods and stands up following the doctor like a small scared child, not being anymore the proud and brave imperial anymore althought wearing such an uniform. She pulls at her hand to be released from the doctors' grip murmuring weakly, "Let me! I can go for myself... well at least still." Natasha hasn't reached her position by playing nice with prisoners. She continues to hold Chanti's wrist, squeezing it more tightly as she fights to both restrain it, and make sure Chantinelle realizes that she was already being given the nicest treatment she's bound to receive, to demand further would be unwise. Once the two reach the bed, she motions Chantinelle to get up on it, finally releasing the woman's wrist to enable her to do so of her own volition, if she's intelligent enough to take the oppertunity and initiative to do so. Chantinelle glares like an angered child at the doctor for her behavior toward Chanti. She sits down on the bed letting her legs swing a last time from the edge slowly raising her right hand under the doctor's nose indicating no threat inher action. but still she says slowly, "I hope you know what you do, it would be a waste if someting would be broken, these are Neo-Techren implants." Rellik watches silently for the most part with this exception. Upon hearing the words that it would be a waste, he responds, "Those implants will no longer be of any concern to you, Ms. Thistleborn." Threat or no threat, Natasha's cold eyes don't waver from Chantinelle as the woman speaks and after Advisor Rellik has spoken, she states icily to the woman, "Lay down." Chantinelle hmmmpfts and looks over at the Lord wondering herself whether he understands what it means for her to loose them. "These implants are way to nice and expensice to be wasted, I hope that least somebody lucky else gets the chance to use them." she sighs and leans finally back on the couch closing her eyes. Natasha walks over to the left side of the table and goes to fasten Chantinelle's human wrist in the restraint provided, remaining quiet throughout the process in the event Advisor Rellik intends to speak with the woman who has chosen to speak with him. Chantinelle lays just still onthe couch, her eyes closed and only her raising and lowering chest indicates that she breaths deeply, trying to hide her fear dep in her head. Rellik seems to lose interest as the actual medical procedure begins. He simply states, "Do not bother wasting anesthetic on her, doctor." He pauses for a moment and continues, "I am some matters to attend to. Contact me when your work is finished and release Ms. Thistleborn into the custody of Naval Security. She is to be transferred to the Guardian." Natasha's head lifts and she nods to the man, "Yes, Advisor Rellik. Understood." She then nods once more, this a more formal nod of respect to take the place of a salute, as he is preparing to depart. Rellik turns and leaves the interrogation chamber, the stormtroopers staying behind. Natasha gets Chanti's left arm strapped down securely, then moves over to the right one, carefully attaching the wrist to the harness on the bed before looking for two other leather straps on the cart, with which she moves to attach one around Chanti's elbow to the rail of the bed, then one further up at her shoulder, attaching that to the rail as well, affixing the right arm in three places. Chantinelle siiighs deeply and takes a deep breath. Somehow the coming pain wont impress her much. Being a soldier and never the diplomat which she played so bad, she had seen and experienced incredibles things before what caused her to get the implamts at all. But she is scared about her future, to lose her title and power she wont be able to serve her Empire as she once sweared her father to do. Natasha moves back to the center of the table and affixes a strap across Chanti's chest up near her shoulders, then one across her waist, then straps down each of her ankles to the bed, making sure everything's secure and in place so that the woman can't move and wriggle off the bed once these cybernetic enhancements start being shut down or coming off. Chantinelle remains still and doesn't move at all, knowing too well that the guarding STs wont wait to shoot at her if she moves only a finger. Natasha, after ensuring Chanti won't be moving, goes and retrieves a few medical tools that look more like they'd be appropriate for fixing a ship than for surgery. She moves first to Chantinelle's right arm and, from a position by her shoulder, rests the end of the screwdriver-looking device against the cybernetic enhancement beneath the skin and depresses a button that sends a jolt of electricity into the machinery and triggers the arm to deactivate. Chantinelle aarghs and bites on her lips to stop her from yelling out in pain. But she keeps quiet yet... Natasha moves on down and, at Chanti's right hip, by her side, she depresses the button once again, sending a jolt through that piece of aparatus, and disabling it as well. Chantinelle makes a grimace and clenches her teeth still stopping her from crieing out loud, but the droplets of sweat rolling down her forehead already show that she is very close at the edge to give into the pain. Natasha moves back up to the arm, since there's no way to remove the hip implant without ending up with two separate halves of woman, and disabling it is about the best that can be done. Where the front of the device had a cylindrical feature that she could use to deactivate the machinery, the other end has a conical feature that, when a button on the opposite side of the handle is depressed, reveals a little key-like device as small as a needle or a pin. She also withdraws a scanner object from the tray and waves it over Chantinelle's arm, the display almost like an ultrasound of the mechanical components. At the point on Chantinelle's shoulder where the cybernetic meets the biological tissue, the woman inserts the device at a specific point and twists, the needle-key guided into a small hole in the arm used specifically for purposes such as this before the twist unlocks some of the connectors in that region that attached the sensors and other features to the human body. She repeats this process several times over, in different spots around the top of the arm. Chantinelle lays quiet on the couch, her loud panting is the single indication that she is still alive. Chanti has buried her thoughts deep on her mind and memories trying to remember each pleasant memory she once experienced for the Empire. Natasha gets the last of the ports unlocked and detached within the arm, leaving only the skin attaching it to the body. Going back to her tray, she finds a small thermal saw at the end of a thin metal rod with a rubber grip, and returns to the woman, engaging the saw and letting it run a few minutes to get warm before going to the joint and inserting it into the skin, cutting away at the woman's flesh and removing the last link she has to the cybernetic arm. There's some blood present, but not much, as the saw's heat is enough to sauter some of the skin into cauterizing itself as it cuts, preventing spurting or massive hemoraging that might get in the way of surgery. After she's completed the move, she leaves the woman there, mechanical arm attached to the bed by the restraints, and goes to the other side with the device she originally brought to the table some time ago, using it against the left side of the woman's skull to send an electronic pulse through the devices in place there, rendering them inactive and limp. Chantinelle finally cries out her pain, or is it more her fear about the future as her arm is removed in such a brutal way from her body ... then she falls down into the blanket loosing her consious. Natasha steps up and out onto a featureless walkway. Natasha has left.