Wuntila smiled at the one way mirror. I knew that he knew I was watching. Time to march in.

"I'm Ranarr Kul" I stated, "and I have some questions for you. ... And you are?"

"Don't play games" he stated in an uneven, unemotional way, "you know who I am."

I seductively smiled, as I fixated my dark green eyes directly upon him. He quickly fidgeted and involuntarily averted his own eyes away. I knew right then he began to sense my strength and feel the fear and he didn't know why.

"…And?" I casually replied with an even more alluring smile, careful not to show my teeth. It was then I detected beads of perspiration that had begun to condense on his forehead.

As Wuntila just sat there, not replying to my questions he could begin to detect a slight scent of my anger that now mixed with his scent of fear.

"You know we have evidence of you killing Telona! You didn't handle for yourself! Who ordered the hit?!"

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked some confident and cocky young Sith, Tahiri Drakon Night-Thorn. "Let the fun begin!" she grinned as she called upon the Force to put some pressure around Wuntila's neck. "Who ordered the hit?" I aked again.

"No! He'd kill me."

"What do you think I'll do?" grinned Tahiri while she tightened her grip.

"Was it Pravus?" I growled.
Tahiri tightened her grip even more.
"Was it..."

"YES! It was Pravus... "

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Abadeer strode into the interrogation room, the lights were dim and only a cold sense of dread could be felt in the room. In the center of the room sat the monstrous azure man, Wuntilla, The Dragon. Four robed and hooded men sat in each corners of the room, putting their full focus on to the man in the chair, cutting off his connection to the Force entirely. Taasii had never performed any amount of interrogation, even though he’d been the Battle Team Leader of Plagueis’ premier house of information.
The combined forces of Tarentum and Plagueis had been constantly spending shifts trying to break the man who sat before them. Abadeer wasn’t the only person in the room questioning the man before them. Wuntilla began screaming, wrestling against his restraints, but he had no chance of breaking free. Taasii strode over slowly to Wuntilla, pulled back his arm and punched the man in the gut. The screaming ceased instantly, turning into labored gasps for air.
“You will tell us who put you up to killing Telona. You will talk.” Abadeer said, while trying to be as menacing as he possibly could be. He stared down at the panting figure before him, waiting for the man to recover. Suddenly the man whipped his head up and spat in Abadeer’s face. Taasii wiped the blood laced spit from his face calmly, and walked back towards the door. He opened and said
“Bring in the torture droid.”

The new drug our scientists created to 'inhibit' force powers met only a limited success. A few of our attendees were injured by the accused before the drugs took effect, only rendering him weary. After continued shock torture, the accused still showed no sign of revealing his true intents or who, indeed, his target really was. We are still unable to determine the proper target details and how the attack was to be made; whether Telona was the intended victim we do not know as goes the same for his employer in the matter. An attempt on the Iron throne still remains a distinct possibility, although with the death of Telona, it also seems plausible that the target could have been completely different.

We aim to continue our interrogation and to finally discover which target Wuntila had been hired to remove and if indeed there remains a threat to the Iron Throne and the Grand Master himself.

Taranae Rhode