SATURN To many dots

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  1. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    UNN Pete Knight en route to Saturn

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    The Knight had finished the most vital repairs at Ganymede and was now headed towards the Iapetus Orbital Repair Yard near Saturn.

    It was a small UNN facility orbiting the icy moon Iapetus, one of the furthest moons of Saturn, it was equipped to repair and respupply UN Vessels and the only UN controlled facility in the area that had a drydock available that could hold the Pete Knight.

    They would complete the repairs at that facility and then wait for new orders.

    After being busy with keeping the ship together, writing reports and coordinating local operations for the last days they had spend on Ganymede Suess now finally had time to take a look at their special passengers.

    He requested the files on them to be delivered to him.

    His office was by far the best place to be reading at.

    Remi Lièvremont and Violet had both been assigned to one person quarters. They are allowed to walk around most areas of the ship but were constantly escorted and guarded by a marine. Violet regularly needs to visit the ships medbay to be checked.

    Aden and his two comrades are housed in a locked crew compartment due to the destruction of the dedicated holding cells. They are regularly interrogated.

    ...

    @Aden Peterson @Violet @Remi Lièvremont
     
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  2. Aden Peterson

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    [Locked Quarters - UNN William King]

    Aden tapped his foot nervously. Aden didn't know how long it'd been since he'd been captured by the UNN on Ganymede. Since then, his sense of the passage of time had been off. He didn't know how many days or weeks it had been. The adrenaline and change he'd experienced had caused his circadian rhythms to mess up, as well as the constant interrogation and heightened fear he had around the UNN and their soldiers.

    The past however long it had been was full of the same thing - interrogation. The same questions to all of the Martians, or at least customized for each person. First were the baseline questions - name, rank, serial number, and the like. These were designed to get a feel for who the person was, and get a reading on what they looked like when they were telling the truth. They were questions that, by interplanetary law, Aden and his two remaining friends were required to answer. Next came the trustworthiness questions - questions or remarks designed specifically to eke out the human in the soldiers, to make them trust or think they might befriend their interrogators. This section was littered with nothing promises of a quick return, an end to the interrogation, or even creature comforts beyond those required to POWs.

    The third and final stage of questioning was the intense phase, where specific questions were raised about the Martians - what were they doing on Ganymede. How had they gotten there? What mission were they there to perform? Some questions had answers - answers the Martians were still stubbornly refusing to give. Some did not - they had been asked about Martian secret plans for Ganymede, or how many commando units they had landed on Ganymede. Every possible scenario had a corresponding question, and that question was asked, battery after battery.

    The psychological strain on the Martians was quite intense. Sleeping was nigh impossible, nervous energy was off the charts, and they were constantly under guard. Then there were the questions that they had no answers for - how long had they been a prisoner? Where in the system were they? How long would the questioning persist? Had their government been contacted? Of those who had a family, did they know? What of the battle over Ganymede?

    All of these were compounding unknowns, all of them with important repercussions. So far, the Martians hadn't said anything beyond what they had to. For now, it had to be good enough.

    Aden sighed, looking up across the desk to the man in front of him, a light shining in his eyes. Aden had been debriefed by a man under the influence of focus drug before - he didn't know if the UNN had the drug, but the pressure felt similar.

    "My name is Aden Peterson. Petty Officer, Martian Congressional Navy. I was born in the Londres Nova, Mars. I was assigned to the MCRN Gladius until her destruction."
     
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  3. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins Private First Class, UNN Marines

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    Walter was in the gym. Since being evacuated from the surface of Ganymede, he had been assigned to a new squad, new quarters, even new armour and it seemed that all his new squad wanted to do was talk shit and work out, so that's what he did. The gym on the Knight was fancy, far fancier than anything he had access to in the past. All the machines were designed for use both under thrust and in zero-G. As he finished another set, he locked the barbell back into place and sat up, beads of sweat on his brow wobbling in the microgravity. He looked up at the large displays at the centre of the space which showed the current gravity, and the adjustments made to the machines to make them as heavy as they would be on Earth. After wiping his brow he stood up, a little too fast, and almost lost balance.

    "You got too used to pounding the ground down there aye mate?" Said one of his new squadmates whos name was Reilly. He was an Aussie and was the most talkative out of the team. "Don't worry cobber, we'll soon have you sorted out." Walter was still unsure of many of the things he said. It wasn't like he was speaking Belter as it was definitely an Earth dialect, but it just seemed confusing to him. "I'm done lads, I'll be in the head," he said, as he headed towards the doors at the far end of the room.

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    Dressed in his Marine jumpsuit, Private Walter Jenkins roamed the decks of the Knight when he was not on duty. He had not spent much time aboard warships, usually just being ferried from one rock to another in his time. This was his first real experience of being aboard an active vessel during a war. It was fascinating, people were always busy, decks were full of officers, engineers and the like all on various assignments, all walking with purpose. Most of them eyed him briefly, assessing him as nothing more than a lazy or lost (or both) Marine out for a stroll.

    As he rounded a corner, he noticed something different, there was a Woman, a pregnant woman who was evacuated on the same transport as him, being escorted out of the med bay. Increasing his pace he caught up to her, "You're Violet right? I heard you gave some of my buddies a hiding back there on Ganymede."

    @Violet
     
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  4. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    For the first time in days Suess finally had some time that wasn´t somehow dedicated to working. So after sitting in his cabin for an hour, while reading through files that were related to Ganymede one way or another, he decided that he wanted to walk around a bit.

    After getting himself a can full of coffee and putting on one of the crew jumpsuits he took the elevator down to Deck 35. The whole deck had been perforated by a railgun round in the first engagement and now it had been hit by torpedos debris. Half a dozen men and women had been locked in by vacuum. They made it, barely but they made it.

    As he left the elevator he was blinded by the flash of a welding torch. Out of reflex he held his hand in front of his eyes and has the sound of the torch ended he looked around.

    Everywhere in the corridors were members of the maintenance crew welding and grinding and cutting.

    He took a sip of his coffee and started to wander through the corridors. His destination was the Medical Facility on this deck.

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  5. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    Handshakes, encouraging shoulder pats and acknowledging nods were the things that had shaped his last 30 minutes. Since he´d walked into the medbay on Deck 7 he'd done nothing else. He didn't like that part of his job but it had to be done. Lying to these people wasn't what he liked to do, telling them they´d be ok even though they wouldn't. He knew that, they knew that, but it didn't matter. Hope is more important than truth.

    Suddenly the marine who had escorted him tapped him on the shoulder. He made way for the exit of the medbay. At the door the Admiral turned around. He stood tall, the dimmer light of the hallway sharpening his silhouette, the gold ornaments and insignia of his uniform shone in the brighter lights of the medbay.

    He saluted. These men and women deserved his respect.

    As the door closed behind him he turned to the marine. "What is it?"

    "Sir, I received a comm call. They are starting another interrogation cycle for the martian prisoners." the soldier responded.

    Suess nodded. "I will go there myself. Dismissed."

    "Aye Aye, Sir."

    ...

    The interrogation room was mostly dark, there was only a single adjustable lamp above the table. It created a very unsettling atmosphere inside. Supposedly to increase the pressure on the prisoners but he wasn't quite sure if it did anything.

    When the Rear Admiral came into the observation room, a mostly dark chamber next to the interrogation room with a big screen on one side that showed the interrogation room. There were already two people standing in the room. They wore black uniforms with fewer insignia, ONI. They stood there with their arms crossed, stoic looks on their faces and were watching the interrogation in process.

    Gwen stood besides them and watched the interrogation for a while. "Anything interesting?"

    "No, Sir." said one of them.

    Gwen tapped a few buttons on the terminal in front of him. "Rear Admiral Suess here. Press him more, you got my permission. Tell him we´ll throw his friends out an Airlock if they don´t cooperate."

    He turned toward the two other men standing next to him. "Are they all in one compartment?"

    "Currently? Yes."

    "And if we put them into different compartments? Leave em there for about ten hours. We got a lot of time."

    "Mhm. Might work, might not. We´ll try."

    ...

    A tapped the communicator he wore as a patch on his chest. "CIC this is CO. Contact the nearest UNN Vessel thats available to for a transport to earth."

    Suddenly the shot to the interrogation room opened and the interrogator stepped outside.

    Suess stopped him. "Anything new?"

    "No, Sir."

    He nodded and put on his service cap.
    It was colder inside the room. He found it very pleasing. They probably tried to pressure him with that. It was a very comfortable cold, but it wouldn't feel like that after an hour.

    He seated himself on the opposite side of the POW and turned the light to a dimmer setting.

    ...

    @Aden Peterson @Dolores Muwangwa
     
  6. Aden Peterson

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    [Interrogation Room]

    Aden had responded very similar to the last few interrogation sessions as he was to this one. Reacting as little as possible, ignoring the situation he was in as best he could, and hoping it would be over soon. Unfortunately, after however long it had been the wear was starting to show on his face and appearance. The prisoners all had a similar, easily graph-able line of decay to their state. The uniforms, unchanged since their capture, had begun to show wear after what was at the least days of living in them. As opportunities to clean up and enjoy creature comforts had been nigh absent, the presentation of the Martians was off as well. Hair was left unruly and unkempt, eyes showing the length it'd been since a good nights sleep, and possibly the best metric of time passed was present in the form of the slow, persistent growth of facial hair, in whatever form there was. Blind to the Martians, however, was the smell of three men living together for at least days without having a chance to wash up or enjoy any fresh air, a pervasive smell of humanity and misery permeated the room, however faintly as the UNN air recyclers kept up best they could. They'd been allowed the required humanitarian treatment required by law, but compared to the normal comforts of home, it was meager at best.

    The fact of the matter was that the Martians were miserable. Humanity was not meant for confinement. Sure, Mars was built underground, and that is where Aden spent most of his time on Mars, but that was the size of a city - even ships of the MCRN were at least several rooms large, with plenty of space. One set of quarters, a head, and the interrogation room. That was about the extent of their world, now.

    As the interrogation continued, Aden did what he could to see who had been tossed at him this time. A man in a dark uniform with very few telltale marks, faces obscured by the light that, if Aden looked up at, caused him to wince and look back down. An older tactic, but nonetheless effective. Undoubtedly watching from elsewhere were more UNN goons analyzing everything any of the Martians did. There was also evidently a communications loop somehow, either by text or by voice, as the man appeared to be receiving instructions from somewhere else.

    A few moments and a few questions later, to which he gave no answer, his suspicions were all but confirmed. The interrogation this time, barely into it, abruptly ditched the second-level questioning and immediately broke into third level tactics - threats, anger, bluntness. He was pushed on a number of subjects, and informed that if he didn't cooperate, they'd be thrown out an airlock to a quick death in space. To Aden, that meant a lot. It also informed him about the current standing of the UN and MCR relations. Mars had not been informed that they were prisoners. If Mars had been informed, they couldn't simply chuck the Martians out an airlock. It'd be a diplomatic and political nightmare. Either that, or Mars had been informed of their status and the threat was empty. The whole reason that Aden was told to give out his name, rank, and assignment was for their respective governments to be informed as needed.

    If the UNN had records of the MCRN Gladius, many of their questions would be answered by a simple search. The Gladius was a Morrigan-class Patrol Destroyer. It was a tiny ship, given the size of the giants slugging it out over Ganymede during the battle. A mere gnat on the battlefield. At only 31 meters long, and with a maximum life support capacity of 8, there was no way that they'd be able to take part in a covert insertion operation of any more than a 3 man team, and even then it was unlikely. Additionally, given the size of the ship it was unlikely a high-ranking officer would be part of the compliment, or that the ship would be assigned high-risk assignments. That's where the MCRN's specialty ships like the Atrax came in. In the battlefield of Ganymede, a Morrigan was more analogous to patrol boat in a fleet of aircraft carriers.

    If Mars had not been informed, then by now the ruthless efficiency of the bureaucratic machine had already begun to work. He'd be classified as Missing, presumed Dead, and the government would continue with the normal day-to-day operations. It was simple - a 0 in a column on a computer became a 1. Alive to Dead. Simple. Clean. It also meant it didn't really matter what would happen next. If Mars had not been told by now, they likely never would be. It gave him no incentive to cooperate, to beg for life. Either the threat was empty, or they were as dead already as if they'd held their ground on Ganymede.

    A short time later, after Aden didn't give up any more information, the man stood and left the room, leaving Aden alone. During the interrogation he'd forced himself to sit still, to control himself. After the man had left, however, he had released that pent up tension, glancing around the room, his fingers and foot twitching nervously, tapping nothing patterns and fidgeting. He wasn't able to stop the tapping of his foot as another shadow cascaded through the doorway, as Aden looked over and saw a man with a chest full of metal - an Admiral by the looks of the Uniform. Aden's mind couldn't wrap around why an Admiral would be here, and he unconsciously bit his inner lip as his confusion leaked through. What was even more odd was when the man entered the cold room and sat down, turning down the light which allowed Aden to look up more than he had previously. He looked up at the man, thinking he knew the next questions to come.

    "My name is Aden Peterson. Petty Officer, Martian Congressional Navy. I was born in the Londres Nova, Mars. I was assigned to the MCRN Gladius until her destruction."

    In his mind, another scenario played out. If the man wasn't here as an interrogator, perhaps it was a different tactic. To put it simply, the UN had tried the stick. Perhaps now it was time to try the carrot.

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  7. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    The man seemed to ease up a little when Suess dimmed the lights to enable him to see properly. THe first words didn´t come from himself as he had originally expected it to be, but from the prisoner.
    Suess didn't react to what the POW said. It was to be expected that that would be the only thing the man would say all throughout the interrogation. Hopefully it wouldn't happen, but he didn't intend to force him to say something else.

    Instead of reacting he pulled out a hand terminal. The terminal connected to the handcuffs that chained the man to the table. Now only thing that was left to do was to tap the lock appearing on the screen and the handcuffs would open.

    He didn't do it. Instead he laid the terminal on the table, in reach of the man's hands.

    Of course all he did was to help acquire information. But what use was it if they tortured him just so he would reveal false information or make information up just to safe his skin. He needed information that was real.

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  8. Aden Peterson

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    [Interrogation Room]

    Aden dropped silent after the man entered the room and he'd stated the required information. This man was different. Aden didn't get the feeling that he was a dedicated interrogator, nor did he really feel that the man was looking for answers as intently as the others had been. Sure, it was still an interrogation, but it was at least a little more... human. Less impersonal. He watched with an analytical gaze as the man moved, sat, opened a hand terminal and put it down on the table in front.

    The hand terminal displayed a locking symbol - Aden could at least surmise that it was linked to the cuffs that kept him in place. One little reach of a finger, the movement of only a few muscles, and presumably his wrists would be free of the cuffs. A tempting offer, to be sure. Less than 40 muscles, from the triceps to biceps to forearms and hands, guiding his finger forward toward the little lock, letting gravity pull down on his hand and let the machinery do the rest.

    As much as Aden wanted to, he couldn't. He'd kept up resisting anything that the UN had done so far, insofar as it wasn't absolutely necessary. What would it serve, to release himself only to be confined again later? He was still a prisoner here. Unfortunately for him, however, he'd kept his gaze on it perhaps just a little bit too long.

    At this point, Aden made a gut call but backed by logic. He looked up at the man as far as was comfortable and spoke. "My men?"

    As far as the logs and crew manifest of the MCRN Gladius had been concerned, they were most definitely not his men. Aden was simply claiming them because he was the most senior crewmember surviving - at Petty Officer. The other Officer and senior NCO had been killed, as had all but two others of the ship. That all being said, however, Aden was still worried about their welfare. At the very least, the information would be a two-way street.
     
  9. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins Private First Class, UNN Marines

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    Walter stood politely, whilst the woman looked him up and turn and was promptly whisked away. “Oh we’ll so much for that...” he thought to himself. The one person he vaguely knew on this ship, besides his new squad, and she was gone again just like that.

    He continued walking around, catching lifts to different decks, checking out how repairs were going. At the very least people were open to taking, the repair crews were always looking for a welcome distraction from the labour of patching a warship back together.

    After a while he grew bored and tired. There was not much else for a marine to do on a warship besides work out and hang out. However it seemed that someone was watching him wander aimlessly, as he made his way back to his quarters, the new terminal he had been issues chimed at him.

    New orders had come down from above, he was now assigned to escort duty for the next few days, on a rotating shift. Nothing to complain about there, however the name and rank of his new assignment surprised him. The terminal helpfully informed him of their location and that he was due to pick up the shift in fifteen minutes.

    He ducked into his quarters, threw on his basic battle gear and slung his rifle over his shoulder. Even on a warship in the middle of nowhere, protocol dictates he always be armed when on duty. He waved a hello and goodbye to his squad mates and left their quarters again.

    A few minutes later he arrived at the interrogation rooms and located the soldier he was due to relieve. “I am your relief, take a rest soldier.” The marine nodded, tapped at his terminal for a moment and then left. His new assignment was apparently interrogating someone...the only people who could be interrogated would be Martians...maybe it was the same Martians he had ridden in the shuttle with up from Ganymede. Now that would be a coincidence.

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  10. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    Focus drugs weren't necessary to see that the man was playing with the thought of taking him up on his offer. But he refused, wasn't unexpected, he probably felt that if he started to cooperate he´d have taken the first step towards giving up what little resistance he had left. Suess could understand that, if you gave in just a little it opened the gate towards cooperating. It was a standard tactic, take the interrogation step by step. But it was important if he accepted or not.

    The admiral left the hand terminal where it was.

    He rested his hands on the table. Letting the silence draw out and waiting a minute until he reacted to his question. No movement came from the martian in that minute, but the way he held himself, not moving, breathing in a slow but tense rhythm still gave away how hard he tried to control himself. The commanding officer had to stay strong for his men, Suess could relate to that.

    "Your men are fine, they have not been harmed." he responded in a calm tone.

    A marine ruined his carefully built up conversation. The admiral looked at the man. His armor wasn´d sitting properly.

    "Adjust your Uniform"

    It wasn't much trouble, but he´d been building a atmosphere all throughout the conversation to facilitate the flow of their exchange and provide a drive in the direction he wanted. The Marine had unfortunately interrupted that atmosphere.

    After the Soldier had taken post near a wall Suess reached up to dim the lights another time. Now nearly the complete room was dark, the marine mostly covered in the shadows and only the table illuminated.

    ...

    @Aden Peterson @Walter Jenkins
     
  11. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins Private First Class, UNN Marines

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    Walter froze, like a deer in the headlights. The man in the interrogation stared at him with eyes that burned like two coals. He was not impressed. A quick assessment revealed that a small clip was not attached, Walter never undid it meaning someone from his new squad was playing a trick on him. He'd find out and boy would he whoop some ass when that happened. He reattached the clip and his chest, and back armour plates wound themselves together and tightened over his frame.

    He resumed his position, standing straight, head and shoulders back, rifle in his hands, legs spread and did not move a muscle. Maybe the man, an Admiral no less...had a vision based on movement. He hoped so; he didn't even breathe out. Walter looked at the Martian; the man was indeed the same one who had ridden up in the shuttle from Ganymede on their way to the Knight. The Martian looked awful and didn't smell fantastic either, but at least he didn't look at Walter. He wondered if the Martian would do or say anything if he'd known just how many "Reds" Walter had killed down on Ganymede, or if any of his friends were amongst that team of rampaging force recon that tore Walters squadmates apart limb from limb.

    He decided it was probably best not to think about it too much. As a Marine, overthinking tended to end up with you getting in trouble. Stand still, don't move, look scary, keep it together Walter.
     
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  12. Aden Peterson

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    [Interrogation Room]

    Aden felt relief wash over him internally as he was told what he'd hoped. His men hadn't been put out the airlock... at least, not according to this man. It wasn't much, but it was something to latch onto. True or not, it was for all intents and purposes his reality. He tried not to let it show too much as he sat in contemplation.

    That meant it was still possible his government knew he was alive. That was, provided that the United Nations and Earth had held up their end of the laws of war. Were the two powers even at war? After the clash of ships big and small were the two superpowers actively engaged in any type of combat? Had nukes rained down from the sky, obliterating cities and killing untold billions or millions? Had the worst-case scenarios happened and Mars been erased, leaving just a fragmented MCR Navy and Marine Corps running around the Belt like rats or pirates? Had the UN suffered a similar fate, with the base Aden was on being a last-place refuge? Or, in the most unlikely of all scenarios, had both sides ignored the deaths of their service members and actually kept the peace?

    However impractical many of the scenarios were, Aden didn't frankly care. That wasn't entirely true either - he cared deeply about the system and its status, but he also cared much more about his own neck and the necks of the two other Martians on the base. That was his world.

    The atmosphere that the Admiral was trying to build was shattered when a Marine walked into the room. Aden had forgotten about the UN Marine guarding the Admiral and watching him. The atmosphere of not being a prisoner gone, Aden shot a sideways glance over at the door, while still maintaining the appearance of staring blankly ahead.

    The man he saw looked familiar - as he should. He was one of the Marines that had been on the troop transport that had brought Aden out of the frying pan of Ganymede into the fire of the UN capital ship. He suppressed a smirk as he heard the man shuffle to fix his uniform - apparently, UNN marines were sloppier than he'd been lead to believe.

    Aden didn't know anything the man thought. How could he, he was a Martian not a psychic. He didn't know any of the people on the surface of Ganymede he hadn't arrived with - not the Marines killed in action or the Force Recon that had obliterated the man's squadron. They were crayon-eaters... a slightly demeaning name given to Marines by their Naval counterparts. Aden belonged to the Navy side of that name.

    He didn't turn or try to engage the Marine. It was enough to hear. It was something else to latch onto.
     
  13. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    After the Marine had assumed his position and the martian had resumed his tense sitting position Suess continued looking at the man. He sat in his chair a lot more comfortable than the martian did, even though it was the same chair. Calming body language was the way to success here. So he stayed calm, didn´t move much and didn´t make any aggressive movements.

    Another five minutes passed until something happened. "Would you like to send a message to your families back home?"

    It was a short and simple question with no hidden intent.

    ...

    @Aden Peterson
     
  14. Aden Peterson

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    Although the man may have meant the question with no hidden intent, at this point in the interrogation process Aden didn't believe anything had an innocent meaning. Every question was a trap or was designed to be one. But, there was a little spark in his mind that couldn't shake the opportunity that the man was telling the truth. If he meant to convey a message to the red planet, that meant that they were not in open war - or at least had some form of diplomatic communication.

    "They should be told I'm alive," he said, trying not to give out details about his family if at all possible. "And how long it's been since we've been taken prisoner," he followed up with a simple request. Possibly the man would perhaps tell him how long it'd been - so it was as much information for his family, and by extension the Martian government, as well as to see if he could divine some information himself. "I'm assuming that by your question, that means Mars knows we're here."

    He doubted the man would answer his question - but it'd give him more information as to his status. Perhaps emboldened by the change in information and the seeming sloppiness of the UN forces. "Given that, how long do you intend to hold us here?" he asked. He mentally bit his tongue from giving the officer sass - he may have some trademark Martian lip in him, but no matter the situation the man was an officer and he was enlisted. There were rules - and a school of etiquette here. He would follow it.

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  15. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    The sudden blunt push from the martian and the coldness insulted Suess, he´d honestly tried to solve this matter the nice way. Well he wasn't about to lose this by condescending to the man. He'd make him regret his sass.

    "Maybe I should rephrase." he said conversationally "Would you like to record a personal message for your family?"

    He would continue his game just as he had before. It didn't matter if the martian was nice or if he´d keep up with the attitude. Either he´d play this game with him or he didn´t.

    "No the MCR doesn't know you are here. We will keep you here however long it´ll be deemed necessary. It is entirely depending on the evolvement of this situation."

    We folded his hands and looked the man in the face. There was no expression, no feelings, just him thinking.

    ...
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  16. Aden Peterson

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    The sudden blunt push from the martian and the coldness insulted Suess, he´d honestly tried to solve this matter the nice way. Well he wasn't about to lose this by condescending to the man. He'd make him regret his sass.

    "Maybe I should rephrase." he said conversationally "Would you like to record a personal message for your family?"

    He would continue his game just as he had before. It didn't matter if the martian was nice or if he´d keep up with the attitude. Either he´d play this game with him or he didn´t.

    "No, the MCR doesn't know you are here. We will keep you here however long it´ll be deemed necessary. It is entirely depending on the evolvement of this situation."

    We folded his hands and looked at the man in the face. There was no expression, no feelings, just him thinking.

    [Interrogation]

    Aden's face softened has he realized just how much of an ass he'd just been. This man was an officer - and a Naval one at that. He wasn't a Marine - all credit to the strength of both UN and MCR Marine Corps, but brains were not their stereotypical strength. The Navy, on the other hand... well at least the Officers were supposed to be men of some intelligence. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips for a moment before he opened them. "My apologies, Sir. That was rude of me," he said. However shallow it might have sounded, he meant it. There was only so much time a man could be pent up before social graces began to slip.

    The option to record a message was something he couldn't give up. At least the MCR would know he's alive. Of course, anything he said would be scrubbed by the UN, after being scoured for any information he would give up. "I would be grateful for the opportunity to record a message," he said, trying to be more diplomatic now. It seemed the best way out of the current situation. At least he now knew the airlock was back on the table. If the MCR didn't know he was here, all bets were off and he had to behave.

    He knew that the hand terminal was still in front of him, inviting him to unlock himself. Instead, he looked back into the man's face, deadpan.

    "Ask your questions, Sir. Just know that you'll probably receive the same answers."
     
  17. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    A simple nod acknowledged the apology.

    Apparently the man had realized that going the blunt way wouldn't help him in this situation, at least that was Suess assumed when he apologized for his behavior, but it didn't matter. The atmosphere was broken and he had no chance of restoring it. He´d need to find another way. Of course there was always the option of violence, but he saw no need for that yet.

    Suess nodded. "Private, prepare everything for a video recording. Bring the other two martians."

    A promise was a promise, they´d all get to record their messages. Of course the UNN would look over them before they were send on their way, that was standard procedure with prisoner messages.

    Honesty was always something he´d appreciated. He nodded. "You are quite the persistent person Mr. Peterson. Makes for good officers."

    He extended his had and tapped the lock on his handterminal, with a click the handcuffs opened and the Martian was free, well as free as a member of the MCRN could be on a UNN ship. A swift gesture and his handterminal slid back into his pocket. Suess stood up, for a moment he looked at the man, hands resting on the table, then he turned around and left the room.

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    @Aden Peterson @Walter Jenkins
     

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