[LTC - N13 - Ord Vaxal - NR3F] Prisoner In A Familiar Land

"This is him," rapped out the incarceration officer as they reached a cell much the same as the many they'd passed. Barren durasteel furnishings and harsh duracrete walls were washed with red light from the energy bars closing the cell from the passageway.

Fleet Security trooper Iopiane looked over the Imperial Intelligence officer before her. Captured on Gyndine, he was next on the list of prisoners who might know where the bulk of the coaxium had disappeared to.

"He matches our records," she stated. "Please remove Prisoner GYN7811 from his holding cell, Officer Barlte, and prepare to remand him to Fleet custody."

"Prisoner will step back from the energy field!" Barlte snapped at the POW, reaching for the field controls. "Prisoner will make no sudden moves, and present his appendages for restraints!"

The Imperial glared at them for a brief moment, then stepped back. With a hiss, the energy bars slowly retracted to nothing, and Iopiane stepped forward, cuffing him. He wondered if he'd ever leave Ord Vaxal.

Ironic, he thought as the cuffs closed on his wrists. How many people did I send here over the years? I wonder if any are still alive.