Heart of Courage

[Xavier.Fierceshot]

Xavier stared at his subject through the slits in his mask with little interest. He did not respond. Why even waste time with such trivial questions? Suddenly, he lunged forward grabbing Weebee by the neck and hoisted him a foot off of the ground.

"You will speak when spoken to."

Without even a sound, Fierceshot slammed Weebee hard into the chamber's left wall. He then let the old Molly slide to the floor, crying out in pain. As Weebee struggled to rise to his feet, Xavier snatched out at his beard and forcefully brought him to stand an inch from the end of his mask's eyes.

"I have some questions for you, and I expect you to answer them, understood? If not, you'll be a corpse in tomorrow's scrap metal heap for the furnaces. Now tell me, what did you hear old man?"

Weebee breathing heavily tried to pull away for comfort; the effort was met with a vicious headbutt. The Molly accepted the blow with a loud crack and felt his jawbone dislocate.

"......Wha- wha whadda ye mean whaddid I 'ear? I 'ave no idea what ye're talkin' bout! Don' hit me again! WHAT DO YE MEAN!"

Fierceshot raised his fist and struck the Molly to the floor again, this time leaving him lying on the floor.

"You know very well what I'm talking about old man. You would have heard something that was not meant for your ears not too long ago.... in your store, sitting from behind your counter. From what I understand, you passed a firearm to someone to eliminate one of 'our' men. I don't like that very much.

He lashed out with his foot, kicking Weebee in the ribs.

"DAMNIT! YE DAMN SCOUNDREL! WHO DA HELL AR' YOU! I DIDN'T BEEN DOIN' NUTTIN BUT MINDIN' MY OWN DAMN BUSINES-"

Weebee was cut off by a barrage of kicks delivered to his ribs. Fierceshot then stood him up on his feet, and delivered a blood chilling punch to Weebee's head, knocking him into the wall.

"Wrong answer. Don't tell me things I don't want to hear. Our identity is none of your concern. Your location is none of your concern. From now on the only thing in your life, is me, and where I'm about to drag your ass."

At that moment, Fierceshot slipped a blindfold around Weebee's eyes. He wasted no time binding his arms and gagging him. Gripping Weebee's shoulder tightly, Fierceshot unlocked the interrogation chamber and shoved him out into the corridor. Their destination, the hangar, was where Fierceshot knew he could get Weebee to talk. Marching along steadily, Fierceshot had to periodically backhand Weebee to keep him from struggling.

When at last they reached the hangar, many Raiders gasped in horror as they observed what was both intriguing to them and menacing. The tall stride of the mysterious Fierceshot with a victim in captivity. As the cargo bay to Fierceshot's Sabre lowered, the Raiders knew immediately what was to come, and collectively returned to their labor with chills in their spines.

Weebee could no longer hear the mechanics of the large ship, and knew that he had entered a smaller vessel. However, to his horror, he could now hear shrill cries and terrible sounds of suffering and pain. Suddenly, he could not get over a foreboding feeling that he was going to die here and now, aboard this particular vessel. He felt the blindfold unwrap, and with a glancing gaze at his surroundings, attempted to let out a horrific cry. He was restrained by the mouth gag. He was staring at a terrible prison like area aboard a modified border worlds Sabre. Directly in front of him was a man clutching a severed leg and hugging it close to his body, as if it could somehow restore itself and heal. He caught a glimpse of the crow mask out of his peripheral vision before a giant fist rocketed him into one of the prison cells.

"Welcome to your new home.... that is unless you tell me everything you know. What's that? You can't talk with the gag around your mouth? Keep your tongue close to your bottom jaw, trash...."

Weebee quite confused with what he heard stared dumbfounded as the crow man drew that fearsome knife out of his cloak. He soon realized as the knife was plunging towards his mouth what the crow man meant, and rapidly lowered his tongue. The knife cut through the gag, into the slight opening in his mouth and lightly grazed his tongue. A firey sensation of pain cut through his mouth and he could taste blood.

"Ye're a bloody mad man.... a mad man.... MAD MAD MAD! Don' Hurt me! Where da hell am I?! NO NO NO NO NO! Don' answer dat! I mean.... No orderin' you around at all... o course.... Damn words.... I know nothin'! Please please please understand I know nothin'!"

Fierceshot began approaching the Molly getting ready for another strike but watched amused as one of his Corsair inmates grappled Weebee and pulled him into the cell wall. To his discontent, the starving cannibal bit hard into Weebee's arm tearing a chunk of flesh. Fierceshot quickly severed the arm grasping Weebee, and it fell to the floor pulsating blood. A rancid smell of blood filled the air, choking Weebee, and the sight of the severed arm was the catalyst for him to experience a series of convulsions. Fierceshot disgusted, kicked Weebee hard in the stomach, knocking him rolling in the pool of vomit and blood. The dying Corsair still shrieking, was only a reminder that Fierceshot has control.

".....I....I....know nuttin'...... please.... spare me.... nuttin knowin'... please..."

Weebee collapsed on the floor, unconscious after enduring the hardships.

Fierceshot unsheathed his dagger and nearly plunged it into the neck of the old man. He stopped himself mid-swing, realizing that the chances are in favor of the man actually knowing nothing. No one had ever resisted his interrogation process, his resilience was an indicator of his innocence. Intrigued, Fierceshot carried the unconscious Weebee back to the interrogation chamber and locked the door. The first man to ever survive his interrogation.... an interesting accomplishment. Fierceshot, stepped out into the hallway, and began heading back towards his ship to open communication with Alcor...

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