The Questions Begin

Laurin sat in a steel chair in a small windowless room. A large obviously 2 way mirror stretched across one wall.  The room was void of any decoration. Clearly an interrogation room.

Laurin waited. 10, 20, 30 minutes. She never moved yet her mind was racing with questions. Why now? Why this interrogation now? Why are my loyalites being questioned now?

Laurin had defected to the Republic Armed Forces 2 years prior and had been assigned to Fleet and then quickly transferred to the special forces division (aka Republic SpecForce).

An average looking man, with an average build, the kind of man who is easily forgotten entered the room and took a seat opposite Laurin. He seemed brimming with confidence but as he looked upon Laurin his confidence visibly erroded. He had interrogated many defectors, officers accused of underhanded dealings and he was good at his job. But never had he sat opposite a Chiss before. Laurin's scowling expression with a marble like blue complexion and burning red eyes easily put him on edge.

He coughed nervously and Laurin enjoyed seeing his discomfort.

"Lets start with your name" as he pushed his datapad to begin recording the session.
Laurin's eyes stared impassively at the man, already having no respect for him whatsoever. No response.
"Your name?" The man repeated.
Laurin's disdain became apparent even to her questioner. Instead she cocked her head to the side in a questioning manner.
The man, while not stupid, got the point.
"Right...then let's get right to it. You're probably curious as to why we are having this interview now"
Laurin took in a deeper breath and let out an audible sigh of impatience. If looks could kill, there wouldn't be much left of the man for the mop up crew to find.

"Right, right. Ok, um. When you first came to us you were assigned to fleet and then transferred to special forces" The man looked up hesitantly, interpreting Laurin's silence as confirmation.
"Right" he began to sweat a little. "SIS was then assigned to investigate your initial claims to the reasons why you defected. They have found all they can about you from their Imperial plants. There are obviously some gaps that we would like filled in."

Inwardly Laurin was quietly relived. If the SIS had done a good job, this interview is nothing more than curiosity. She knew it would have been well documented by her superiors in the Chiss and Empire fleet alike as to how much she despised the Empire.

You have a twin sister serving with Imperial fleet? The man again looked up from his datapad.

Laurins face gave nothing away. In a voice that seemed to lower the room temperature Laurin spoke.
"Had"
"Had? Elaborate please Lieutenant"
"I put a blaster between her eyes and pulled the trigger" in a voice devoid of emotion.

The officers and politicians behind the mirrored wall paused and took note of this revelation.

The man was clearly at a loss for words. He hoped his earpiece would come alive to give him instructions as to what line of questioning he should now take.
Then it did come alive after too long a pause. "Ask her why you idiot"

"Ahh, umm, why did you do that Lieutenant?"
"Because she followed the Imperial dogma. I didn't you bueaurocratic datapad loving nerfherder. Is there a point to all this? In case you haven't noticed the Empire is making plans and executing them all across the galaxy and you're wanting a family history lesson? My job is to kill Imps. How many have you killed? Don't worry, that's a rhetorical question.

As quickly as her outburst was, it subsided just as quick, and she fell back in to a quiet emotionless interviewee.

The man's earpiece crackled to life again, "She is dismissed"

"Ok, umm, your free to go Lieutenant"

Laurin stood and addressed the mirror.
"If you want answers, ask me yourself. You know exactly where I'll be. She then left the room in a relaxed unhurried manner.

Behind the mirror the conversation continued. "I don't doubt her loyalty, but I think there is more in her past that could aid us. Keep digging."
"Yes sir."