Post by MING on Feb 17, 2010 15:18:19 GMT -5
White light filled Persephone's vision, a blindingly bright field of photons entering her eyes from the single hanging fixture above the table at which she sat. She was dressed in the familiar scrubwear she had become so accustomed to back at Granada, the thin off-white clothing still as scratchy and annoying as it had been back then. To her left was a mirror, a two-way mirror to be exact. Why they bothered sitting behind it, she didn't know. She could vaguely feel the minds of at least three others behind that partition, and seconds before the doorknob turned, she turned her head from staring directly into the glowing lightbulb to the now openning door.
"Good evening, Miss Dawn." the man who entered spoke after a brief pause to shut the door behind him, "How are you feeling this day?"
I feel terrible, but you have me drugged up because you're afraid of me...
"I feel fine. The doctors have been very helpful." Persephone replied, watching at the man sat. He was wearing a black uniform, with the signature twin lightning bolts of the Schutzstaffel.
"Good. I've been sent here to determine your condition after the... events that transpired in South America." the man replied, openning a manila folder with several documents and pictures. His voice was annoying, nasally. "You were assisting a TAF assault group in the harassment of Federal supply lines, were you not?"
Persephone stared at the man without replying immediately. His hairline was receding, what was left was slicked back and greasy. He was a gaunt man, lean and angular, with a pencil moustache on his upper lip.
"We were requested to assist in the assault, and became seperated following the attack." Persephone responded flatly.
"You and, former Flight Sergeant Cortez?" the man asked for clarification.
YOU DON'T SPEAK HIS NAME!!
"Yes. In the aftermath, we became seperated from the fleet and began to make our way back toward friendly territory."
The man nodded and made notes in a small book he had set down along with the folder. The only sound within the room was the pencil scratching the paper. After what seemed hours, but was really just minutes, the man spoke again, without looking up from his notes.
"And in the process, you were attacked my elements of the Federal army, resulting in the loss of two Dodais and their crews, and Flight Sergeant Cortez and his unit."
Just say it, Diego is dead because of me. Just like my family. I'm a curse, everything I touches withers and dies.
"We were ambushed by two distinct groups, one land based the other amphibious. Sergeant Cortez engaged the land based force in order to cover my retreat."
More pencil scratching upon silence.
"And how did you end up where you were discovered? Why did you not immediately report back to the nearest outpost or installation as you should have done?" the man finally spoke, setting is pencil aside and staring at Persephone.
For once, Persephone spoke exactly what she was thinking.
"I have no recollection after feeling Diego's death and waking up from sedation within California Base."
The silence was heavy, though not as much for Persephone as the interrogator might have hoped. She caught glimpses, ideas behind his stare. She saw herself, stripped of her clothing, in his mind.
Pervert, Diego would break your neck for thinking that...
"And in the event you are returned to active duty, what will you do?" the man finally spoke.
I'll kill the people who killed Diego...
"I will continue to fight as best I can for the glory of Zeon, and the freedom of all spacenoids. As I have born to do."
The man, closed the folder, as the small notebook, sliding the latter into the inside of his black uniform jacket. He then stood and looked down at the Newtype test subject.
"You will be given a chance to. Though I am loathe to allow it, a Schutzstaffel task for has requested assistance, and you have been selected for it. You will be supervised at all times, and if you break from order again, your superior has been given authorization to terminate you. Kycilia will just have to find another toy to amuse herself with."
The man turned sharply and walked to the door, openning it and preparing to leave when Persephone spoke softly.
"How is your wife?"
The man paused, then turned back toward Persephone and stared directly at her.
"Did you say something, Specialist?"
"Who holds my life, the commander I will be sent to." Persephone replied, knowing the sharp eared interrogator heard exactly what she said, but the microphones would not. He appeared... rattled.
"Obersturmfuhrer Brennan, is his name. I would suggest you prepare yourself immediately for departure." the man turned and strode from the room, his pace almost impereceptibly quickened.
"Good evening, Miss Dawn." the man who entered spoke after a brief pause to shut the door behind him, "How are you feeling this day?"
I feel terrible, but you have me drugged up because you're afraid of me...
"I feel fine. The doctors have been very helpful." Persephone replied, watching at the man sat. He was wearing a black uniform, with the signature twin lightning bolts of the Schutzstaffel.
"Good. I've been sent here to determine your condition after the... events that transpired in South America." the man replied, openning a manila folder with several documents and pictures. His voice was annoying, nasally. "You were assisting a TAF assault group in the harassment of Federal supply lines, were you not?"
Persephone stared at the man without replying immediately. His hairline was receding, what was left was slicked back and greasy. He was a gaunt man, lean and angular, with a pencil moustache on his upper lip.
"We were requested to assist in the assault, and became seperated following the attack." Persephone responded flatly.
"You and, former Flight Sergeant Cortez?" the man asked for clarification.
YOU DON'T SPEAK HIS NAME!!
"Yes. In the aftermath, we became seperated from the fleet and began to make our way back toward friendly territory."
The man nodded and made notes in a small book he had set down along with the folder. The only sound within the room was the pencil scratching the paper. After what seemed hours, but was really just minutes, the man spoke again, without looking up from his notes.
"And in the process, you were attacked my elements of the Federal army, resulting in the loss of two Dodais and their crews, and Flight Sergeant Cortez and his unit."
Just say it, Diego is dead because of me. Just like my family. I'm a curse, everything I touches withers and dies.
"We were ambushed by two distinct groups, one land based the other amphibious. Sergeant Cortez engaged the land based force in order to cover my retreat."
More pencil scratching upon silence.
"And how did you end up where you were discovered? Why did you not immediately report back to the nearest outpost or installation as you should have done?" the man finally spoke, setting is pencil aside and staring at Persephone.
For once, Persephone spoke exactly what she was thinking.
"I have no recollection after feeling Diego's death and waking up from sedation within California Base."
The silence was heavy, though not as much for Persephone as the interrogator might have hoped. She caught glimpses, ideas behind his stare. She saw herself, stripped of her clothing, in his mind.
Pervert, Diego would break your neck for thinking that...
"And in the event you are returned to active duty, what will you do?" the man finally spoke.
I'll kill the people who killed Diego...
"I will continue to fight as best I can for the glory of Zeon, and the freedom of all spacenoids. As I have born to do."
The man, closed the folder, as the small notebook, sliding the latter into the inside of his black uniform jacket. He then stood and looked down at the Newtype test subject.
"You will be given a chance to. Though I am loathe to allow it, a Schutzstaffel task for has requested assistance, and you have been selected for it. You will be supervised at all times, and if you break from order again, your superior has been given authorization to terminate you. Kycilia will just have to find another toy to amuse herself with."
The man turned sharply and walked to the door, openning it and preparing to leave when Persephone spoke softly.
"How is your wife?"
The man paused, then turned back toward Persephone and stared directly at her.
"Did you say something, Specialist?"
"Who holds my life, the commander I will be sent to." Persephone replied, knowing the sharp eared interrogator heard exactly what she said, but the microphones would not. He appeared... rattled.
"Obersturmfuhrer Brennan, is his name. I would suggest you prepare yourself immediately for departure." the man turned and strode from the room, his pace almost impereceptibly quickened.