Interrogation room 4 - Debriefing a Raider

[Vendetta]

It had happened almost instantly. When the recording in the transmission had ended, the door to the room that Tyr Cromwell occupied was kicked open as six well-armed and armored soldiers rushed in to subdue the former Samarran Raider. The operatives wore an unfamiliar purple insignia on their shoulders, and carried unrecognized rifles. They placed a pair of cuffs on Tyr, and escorted him out of the room on Freeport 9, rushing him back to a shuttle.

The flight was long and silent. Questions were ignored. One of the soldiers would occasionally offer a water bottle to Tyr throughout the flight to ensure he was hydrated. Hours would pass by before the shuttle began to approach a Battlecruiser. From the window, a Bullhead could be seen awaiting their arrival. The shuttle approached slowly, likely being scanned for any issues or violations. Finally, the shuttle docked with the Core vessel, and the soldiers prepared to disembark. They raised Tyr up from his seat and escorted him to the ramp. The ramp opened up into a relatively small hangar, containing only a handful of fighter craft, yet a high variety of them. A Sabre, a Prosecutor, a Wraith and a Marlin awaited pilots that didn't appear to be flying today. Some mechanical drones, which crawled on four legs, or walked on two, eyed the man that was brought into their home. Joining the crowd of glares were people in jumpsuits - engineering and maintenance staff. The majority of their faces appeared confused and unsure as to what was going on as the small team escorted the restrained man past the hangar and into the dark, narrow halls of the Eidolon Wraith.

The hallway was occupied by less inquisitive people. As the team escorted Tyr past, no one even glanced over to give them a second look. Cameras tracked their progress through the halls, while heavy security checkpoints hindered their progress. Frequent stops involving the flash of a datapad to security teams stationed at each allowed them to continue on their way. The dark, metallic atmosphere seemed to only get darker as security got heavier. At the last checkpoint, the same insignia the team that had taken him wore on their shoulders was embedded into the wall - a sub-division. They'd move past the shielded checkpoint and make an immediate right into an adjacent hallway and stop outside a door. One of the soldiers accessed the door's console in order to open it. It slid open rather quickly, and they guided Tyr into the small room, which contained only a table and two chairs. They sat him down with his back facing the entrance, and chained his handcuffs to the floor in such a way that he'd remain comfortable, but would be unable to raise his arms or stand.

The small team turned and left, leaving Tyr alone and locking the door behind them. An hour would pass. Two hours. There was no sign of anyone showing up. An intercom seemed to go active from somewhere in the dimly lit room, as the familiar cold tone of the voice that had warned him of the incoming operatives spoke.

"So. Now you're here. I'd say welcome, but you're not exactly a guest right now. Let's talk. Specifically about why you thought it was such a good idea to get in touch with me instead of your old friends, because I don't believe for a second that you're here without having at least contacted them once, or without their knowledge."

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