Sikruss entered the room, well... not really a room it was. More like a cell. Square and moist, with a few condensed drops of water losing the fight against gravity and plummeting to their end from upon the cell's ceiling. It was dark inside the chamber with the only source of illumination coming from the street's lumi-globes, entering the cell through a dirty glass window situated near the south wall ceiling. Despite the gloom, Sikruss could still make out the rough stone structure of the chamber walls, upon one of the wall's there was a huge rack and a massive blood-soaked wooden workbench. Upon the rack there hung a number of dangerous looking tools than one would expect to find in a chamber such as this one.Aside from the rack and the bench there was one other piece of furniture present. Sikruss turned his gaze upon his comrade and the half naked fat man (wich was a severe understatement) who sat bounded and blindfolded upon a chair in the middle of the cell which looked liked it could barely contain the weight wich rested atop it.
'Ah... The life of a corrupted merchant can do wonders to one's physical state, or so it seems.' Sikruss stated while walking over towards the immensely obese person.The fat guy spasmed involuntarily with fear upon hearing Sikruss's steel hard voice;
'W-what, what, ... what do y-you want from me?!' the fat man gasped in between breaths.
'In-for-mation...' the other person whispered into the man's ear with a wicked grin upon his face.
Sikruss could clearly see the anticipation written on his companions face and body language.
'G-get this Fraggin' m-madman away from ME!' the fat guy cried; 'Don't you people know who I am?!'
'Oh rest assured my friend, we know EXACTLY who you are.' Sikruss chuckeled; 'It seems you have already made our new friend feel comfortable.'
'Oh indeed.' His companion agreed
'T-this m-mad beast has Fraggin' p-pissed on me! You-you'll be sorry for what you've done after t-this is over, you'll be begging me for-'
'ENOUGH!' Sikruss interrupted; 'Time to explain to you the situation. You see, you're our prisoner now and we want information. And just so you know, we don't give a kroot's ass about how long the reach of your arm is. Now... we'll be asking you several questions about your little on the side clandestine operations and everytime you won't anwser, or I feel you are lying, I'll let Chiaro here gets his way with you. And believe-U-me... You are not going to like it. ...Take his blindfold off.' Sikruss commanded.
Chiairo moved behind the fatso and untied the dirty rag that was painfully pinching his eyes shut. Even in the dark gloom the fat man squinted against the light, cold sweat rested upon his wrinkeled forehead. The man had a look of utter hatred in his eyes but Sikruss could also see defeat. It seemd the man understood the perilous perdicament he was in.In the meanwile Chiaro had walked over to the workbench and had picked up a nasty looking item with wich he was making practising swings in mid-air.
'Tell me your name...'
The fat guy had also noticed the practising swings and decided it was best to coöperate as best as possible; 'Ilanji... Ilanji Deiit. But I guess you already knew that didn't you...'
'Correct, how clever of you.' Sikruss moked; 'But that was an easy question, so you know. Now, tell me all about your illegal weapon business, you know, the one where you sell it all to the Fharid rebels.'
Ilanji thrusted his head towards the ceiling bobbing his head back and forth with tears in his eyes.
'I don't know what you are talking about.' He whispered in a voice that sounded as if he couldn't believe what he had just said.
Chiairo started to chuckle as Sikruss nodded to him. Ilanji started to moan as the mad man advanced upon him. Chiaro momentarilly covered Sikruss's view and he heard an awful muffled scream. When Chiaro moved away from the fat guy Sikruss could clearly see the the blood running from some wound on his body that was hidden by all the rolls of his fat.
'Well then, let's try that again shall we?' Sikruss said as Ilanji kept moaning; 'Tell me where I can find Djiani, the rebel leader!' he demanded.
'Frag you!' the fat man screamed with a mad gleam in his eyes. 'Frag yourself in hell!'
'Hard learner this one.' Chiairo grinned.
'He'll learn eventually... they all do'
The 'interrogation' continued for several hours, to his credit, Ilanji proved a tough nut to crack wich was in contrast with the lifestyle he had led before. It was early morning now and the first rays of the planet's star began to slowly sneak it's way into the prison cell. Before Sikruss there sat a whimpering piece of filth, a bloody puppet wich was now only a former shadow of himself. He had refused to talk for quite a while but he had finally given way under the pressure, if only he had done so sooner there would have been so much more of him left. The man in front of Sikruss could hardly be recognised as the man he had kidnapped a day earlier. Ilanji was a bloody mess, there was not a piece of flesh on his body that wasn't covered in blood and grime. He had endured much; lost an eye and several of his fingers along with both his ears. A number of bones were broken and not one of his ribs was unfractured. Dozens of cuts and wound covered his body and it seemed unbelievable that the man's body had contained so much blood. The floor was littered with blood-clotted tools and pieces of flesh. In the corner of the room stood Chiairo; exhausted but seemingly satisfied. Sikruss had fetched a stool during the torture and was now sitting on it backwards with his arms crossed atop the back and his head resting atop his arms. The fat man had adverted his gaze and the little patches of flesh still visible through the blood on his forehead looked pale indeed. The only sound audible in the room was the constant muffled weeping and moaning of Ilanji and the sharp intakes of breath by a tired Chiairo who also seemed to be covered entirely in blood.
'I've told you everything...' The sound was barely audible.
Sikruss nodded; 'Indeed you did, don't you feel relieved now to have gotten it off your chest?'
'Let me go... PLEASE!' Ilanji wheezed through a blood soaked orifice that used to be his mouth.
'All right, that seems only fair.' he consented.
Lightning fast Sikruss stood up, drew his hellpistol and shot the fatso point blank in the face. With a sizzle and a pop the las round eviscerated the man's head leaving behind a boiling stump of lower jaw loosely attached to the body's neck. The movement was so fast that Ilanji didn't even had the time to flinch.
'Dispose of the body.' Sikruss stated while holstering his still smoking pistol.
'My pleasure boss.'
'We'll assault the rebel's hideout within three hours, be ready.' Sikruss said while leaving the charnel pit that used to be an interrogation chamber. Chiairo had taken a hacksaw from the rack and now stood lumbering in front of the decimated body. The last thing Sikruss heard before closing the metal doors behind him was Chiaro saying;
'And the job continues...'
C&C appreciated, give it to me straight!