Interrogation

Flickered intervals of black and vibrant colors were echoing through Iznora's mind as her head lolled to the side. At first it was just blurbs of blurry images, slowly shifting until they became violent memories pulsing like reality behind her eyes.

Iznora sucked in a ragged breath, the air hot and sticky with dirt as it coated the inside of her throat and scraped down her tongue. She couldn't remember the last time she had any water and could practically feel the hydration escaping through her pores as it dripped out in effort to cool her sun-burnt and blistered blue skin. Another hot breath. This time she tried to move, stretching her limbs curiously when white hot pain lashed up her side and her wrists twisted within the chains that held her arms spread wide. Iznora's crimson eyes flashed open, only to be vexed by the course fabric of a burlap sack scraping against her eyebrows. Her head whirled as she tried to remember what had happened, the corners of her thoughts smudged and slowed almost to a halt. Tatooine, she could feel that much. The fabric ripped off of her head with a hard pull, yanking some of her dark blue hair as her head was thrust roughly to the side. She gasped in surprise at the pain, her vision flashing and melting into something new as she blinked away the sudden movement.

The colors were opposite of the bright hot planet she could have sworn she was just in, consisting of a dull blue and fading purples that could be caught dragging across the floor. She blinked as she tried to focus, her vision wandering and hazy as she looked at the man that was smirking wildly at her. The world was spinning as Iznora's drugged mind tried to grasp reality, the man's Rattataki face flickering in and out with the face of the man who had captured her 6 years ago on Tatooine. She sucked in a breath, trying to steady her vision but the sudden intake of fresh air only made her head whirl, lolling it to the side again. The man grabbed Iznora by her jaw, focusing her brilliant red eyes on him with force. She felt the urge to spit on him, perhaps even say something clever but her body seemed to be unattached from her mind, trapped inside her groggy thoughts.

"They smoked you out good, didn't they beautiful?" The man said in a gruff voice, his smirk widening to expose his filthy crooked teeth. "You can hardly even keep your eyes open." Damn it, where were her muscles? She couldn't even focus on where she was, whether she was sitting or strung up somewhere. Her lip quivered as she tried to speak, her eyes rolling while her mind raced to try and remember why she was even here... The man let out a dry chuckle as he let her chin go, turning to the side and calling for water to someone that Iznora couldn't see. It seemed like an hour's worth of time before the man's tattooed face turned back to her, his grin even more devilish as he cast what was in his hand at her. She should have known it was water, but it didn't register until after the cloud of freezing cold needles pierced through the groggy fog and slapped her in the face.

Everything whirled for a moment, before reality bashed into the side of her skull like a brick, bringing back every memory in perfect clarity and dispersing the dream like state almost entirely. The man let out a rough laugh at her reaction, the pattern of his tattoos no longer a blur but a cruel and intricate pattern, his dull gray eyes licking with mild amusement. "What do you want?" Iznora spat, hiding her accent with ease. The Rattataki stood up straight, smirking as his large figure shadowed over her.

"We already have what we want, precious. But you seem to be carrying a bit more on your ship than we thought." He leaned down to where she was tied to a chair, his foul breath fanning over her face. "The spice we were after didn't seem to match all the other code blocked secrets you have hidden in that small little thing." Iznora stared at the man, unblinking.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she said flatly, her breathing even and jaw set. The man let out a humorless laugh, snatching up her jaw in one of his rough hands once again only to squeeze more fiercely than the time before.

"This would be a lot easier with your cooperation, sweetheart." he growled with a vicious smile. "But we have ways of making you talk if you don't." Iznora flinched, speeding up her breathing and blinking rapidly to show signs of fear.

"Okay, okay!" she said quickly, squirming in his grasp, "I'll tell you what I know- just, you can't hurt me." The man simply smirked without letting go of his grasp. "Okay so, the spice..That's the only reason I was on the ship. I'm a smuggler- a new one. The Syndicate picked me out because I didn't have anyone tracking me. They thought I was a clean slate. I don't know anything else about the ship.." The man seemed to ponder that for a moment, until his smirk got wider, his head shaking in mock disappointment.

"Wrong answer." he whispered, cutting the sentence off with a cackle as he grabbed the back of her chair, tipping it over to drag it behind him.

"No! No! I'm telling the truth!" she screamed, her eyes darting around the empty room for anything at all. The walls were made out of concrete and scrap metal, the only thing that seemed to gnaw at her memory were the dancing lights that flickered through the crack between the walls and floor. Iznora would have recognized those lights anywhere, along with the hum of speeders as they passed quietly outside. Nar Shaddaa. "Please, in the name of the Hutts don't hurt me!" she screamed, tears running down her face.

"It's actually in the name of the Hutts that I'm going to." He said with a chuckle, "Besides, your little Twi'lek friend told me everything."