[color=6ecff6][b][ Gavon TreVayne ]
[ Aboard the [i]Paradise[/i] | Hangar 2 ]
[ Sometime in the evening hours ][/b][/color]

“What would it take to acquire the information we need out of this sad excuse for a human?”

The shorter-than-average Arcona hissed in Huttese, while reaching into a rectangular case laying at the foot of the bed which appeared to hold several small vials and various metallic surgical instruments most likely not approved by the Galactic Medical Association. What was worse, based on the condition of the plasteel shell housing, the tools within were no doubt in dire need of sterilization.

“[i]Ah[/i], this will do just fine.” The creature’s alien lips parted revealing a disgustingly sinister reptilian grin and mangled yellow-green stained teeth that had a strange glow to them in the otherwise dimly lit room. He opened a side panel and lifted up what appeared to be some kind of mesh headcap, with little receptors and wires at each cross section, and a powerpack attached to a longer wire. 

“You realize that piece of archaic trash isn’t going to work?” The man’s expression and overall mood was, for the most part, calm and cool considering he’d been restrained in a chair for over an hour, with both hands cuffed behind the seat back, and a stream of blood running down his face. “So let's settle this, man-to, uh...” He arched a thick, dark eyebrow as he stared in puzzlement at the other across from him. “What are you supposed to be again?”

A mammoth-sized fist cracked against the man’s jaw, eliciting little more than a grunt. “Dammit, can you tell your goons to stop hitting like little girls?” He spat blood, as the residual trickled down the side of his mouth.

The “goons” in question, stout Gamorreans dressed in their cultural primitive leathers, furs, and carrying a terrible stench made a series of exclamatory grunts and snorts in response to the remark, ready to pummel the seated and shackled human once again for his insolence. The creature’s twin, who flanked the other side of the chair, egged his brother on, hoping the next punch in the head would be the puny man’s last.

The Arcona stepped up closer to his prisoner as he splayed the gel-like mesh weaving of the neural contraption out as far as it could go and raised it above his head. The alien nodded to the Gamorreans and two large hands held the human’s upper body in place as the net was lowered onto the top of his head like a crown, the receptors slowly burrowing through thick brown hair and attaching themselves to various points along the scalp. The man gritted his teeth, trying to pull away from the grip of the creatures behind him as tiny sharp pin pricks were felt everywhere the device anchored itself. 

“Now, [i]misssster[/i], Gavon TreVayne.” The reptilian creature continued, spewing a more ancient variation of Huttese than before. “You’re going to give me the information I am requesting, or I will simply incinerate your worthless mind, reducing you to nothing but a husk where you will be forgotten.” The creature cocked its bulbous head slightly. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal" Gavon’s response almost sounded as though it were a question. “But eh, I have to warn you-"

“Silence!” The Arcona hissed, at the same time urging the two flanking brutes to restrain their captive tighter. “You will say nothing unless it is relevant to the answers I seek!”

The man said nothing, but rather stared lazily at the other and shrugged.

“Good” The reptilian species nodded, and Gavon could have sworn that it even cracked a smile, but it may have only been the unusual formation of its face. “Where is the pirate scum known as Koran Graeff?”

There was long moment of silence, save for the uncontrollable heavy breathing and low snorting of the two Gamorreans. The Arcona was clearly not a patient creature, as its clawed foot began tapping against the tiled floor, and scales along its brow spasmed ever so slightly, awaiting a response. Gavon allowed a drawn out sigh as he stared at the other for just a moment longer and then parted his lips.

“Who?”

The button from the neural device’s remote trigger clicked, yet nothing happened. The creature clicked it several times again, which yielded the same results and followed up with a colorful line of curses in its native language before signalling with his hand.

“Kill him." Came the immediate order from the leader, but before the two lumbering brutes had a chance to react, both of Gavon’s arms swung up from behind his back, small shivs gripped tightly, as they were simultaneously thrust up under the chins of the twin uglies, eliciting a high-pitched squeal as they fell back bleeding profusely while holding their necks.

The Arcona, clearly caught flat-footed, reached for his blaster but the human’s foot swept up and over in a roundhouse kick, the impact knocking the weapon free and several meters across the room.

“Wait!” The alien pleaded, holding both hands out as he backed away slowly, all the while Gavon was pulling the neural mesh from his head and untangling himself from the subpar restraints across his torso. “We can come to some kind of agreement!” The Arcona continued, trying to distance himself from the other.

“I'm pretty sure we're passed that.” The human scoffed, standing to his feet and straightening out his dark gray standard-issue Imperial Navy peacoat, wincing at the patches of his blood -as well as the Gamorrean’s- on the shoulder and sleeves. “Although you'll certainly get the bill from my dry cleaner if I decide to let you walk out of here.”

“Why do you even keep that old coat? [i]Ex-Intelligence Agent...[/i]” The reptile cocked its head, the last part overlaid with a venomous tone.

“Sentiment, perhaps.” The human shrugged. “But don’t diverge from the point.”

“Well if it’s credits you want I- “

“I don't want your blood money.” He interrupted cooly, stepping toward the table in the middle of the room to retrieve his blaster, holster belt, and the few other effects he'd been carrying before he was drugged and woke up in the third level suite. “But I do need information.”

“About [i]what[/i] exactly?” The other asked suspiciously.

“First, where the hell am I?” He asked, looking around the drab decor of what appeared to be personal quarters.

“My ship” The creature hissed hesitantly. “Which is currently in ‘Docking Bay 3’ aboard the Paradise.”


“Lovely.” He said, shaking his head. “And second...the ‘Shadow Broker’. ” Gavon checked his blaster’s powerpack and gas cartridge to ensure nothing was tampered with before reholstering.  “Specifically, engine parts for a [i]LightStealth-18[/i] recon shuttle.”

The Arcona stood speechless for a moment as he thought. “Wait. Those ships were decommissioned [i]years[/i] ago, with all the remaining parts sold off for scrap…”

“Not all.” Gavon shook his head. “Which is where you come in...new friend.” He said with a wry grin.