"Open the blast doors and bring him to the primary interrogation chair immediately," Gerald commanded, his voice echoing coldly off the reinforced steel walls of the detention facility.
The heavy hydraulic locks hissed open with a deafening groan, releasing a dense cloud of pressurized vapor into the sterile observation cell. Two heavy security droids shoved the battered mercenary leader forward, forcing the trembling man onto the cold metallic seat. Sparks flickered from the mercenary's fractured shoulder armor, illuminating the panic twisting across his scarred face. Gerald stepped out from the shadows of the observation deck, his cybernetic optics glowing with a faint, predatory amber hue that pinned the captive in place.
"You've caused enough structural damage for one evening, sol
