It made no difference where you were, who you were, what was happening – they were coming for you, and they found you. They usually came in the form of your commanding officer, perhaps looking bashful or seeming oddly quiet for a senior ranking member of the Guard – 'cowed' may be a good way to describe it – escorting (or
escorted by) another figure.
This is the figure to be paying attention to, probably a near-silent and average looking individual, someone who wouldn't look out of place in the field or off of it, dressed in the most 'dressed down' version of your regiments own uniform.
They may say anything to you, usually a greeting and a remarkably common name, each always with the rank of Lieutenant, telling you that you had been selected for
special operations and to stow your gear for transport; you were pulled from wherever you were, off the front lines and onto a plain but well stocked transport vessel.
Aboard the nondescript ship, like a hundred thousand other ships in the Imperial Navy, you are shown to your spartan chambers by a polite Naval officer. The chambers are large enough for a soldier, with storage enough for your clothing and your weapons, and you are told that there is no need to worry.
You should have worried more.
One night during your space-faring voyage, to a location you have not even been briefed on, you are woken to the sound of blaring klaxons and loud shouts from the corridors outside your chamber. Mere seconds later, too fast for you to grab a weapon, the door bursts open and a flash-grenade blinds you, a squad of masked men entering your chamber and mercilessly beating you into submission with electrical prods and truncheons.
Before you slip into the blackness of an unconscious mind you may wonder many things, but get answers to none.
Something ice-cold splashes over you, and you jolt suddenly awake to find that not only are you blinded by a blackened hood, but that all of your limbs are tied expertly to a chair – there is no distinctive sounds to be heard, no signs of anyone else in the room (you assume you're in a room anyway). Temperature wise, you would be better off in the void of space it is so similar.
“Tell me,” questions a voice suddenly, your senses sharpening at the sudden sound, the sound of lips moving all that you can hear, “who are you, where were you going, and what are you doing aboard this ship?”
The voice is as cold as the water - the freezing water that still clings to your stripped-down form and drips onto the floor about your feet, chilling you to the bone – no hint of emotion giving away anything, straight as a bullet and just as penetrating.
Maybe it would be wise to choose your next words carefully? These could well be your last moments, best not to waste them.
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OOC Just to clarify here, you're not all in the same room at the same time, in case you were wondering.)
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