Spitting Out Information

Three days had passed since Dageer had been captured. During those days, he had experienced many means of torture, from being electrified to being injected with a huge amount of unknown drugs.

He didn't really remember when, but at some moment he had disclosed his identity of the sub-commander of the 303rd Attack Legion.

Because of that, he had been asked about the military plans for Mygeeto. Once more, Dageer refused to answer. Once more, he was tortured until he spits it out. The only consolation he had was that what he knew was old, so it might not be accurate. Also, he had been slipping in some lies in the middle. Nothing big, otherwise the medical droid would know he was lying, but hopefully enough to misdirect the clanckers.

Hearing the door opening again, Dageer didn't even turn around. His mind was working slowly from the excessive amount of medicines he was given.

"My dear Dageer, don't be so sad."

Dageer tilted to the side, and the anti-gravity locks rotated, putting him face to face with Ventress. He looked at her with fire burning in his eyes. He wanted to destroy every single droid that had killed one of his brothers, and kill every last bounty hunter that had harmed clones, but he couldn't say he really hated them. That was just his job as a soldier.

But not Ventress. She was the first one he really hated. She had captured hundreds of clones, and was forcing them to do an inhuman work. She had killed Berro in cold blood. His body was still hanging on the anti-gravity locks, and his head had been kicked to one side so it didn't bother Dageer's interrogators. All he wanted was to get off his chains, and kill her.

"My love, you still haven't told me anything useful. Your information was outdated, and the only thing you have told me about Ima-Gun Di is that he is going to meet with a Force-sensitive lizard. That is not helpful at all."

His eyes widened. He didn't remember telling her or the droid commando about the Iktochi. And if he didn't remember that, what more had he told her?

"Ohh? You are surprised? I told you I would get what I wanted. Now, your next session is about to start. Please, sweetie, tell HD-22 what he asks you about, otherwise I will have to start picking up your friends. We don't want that, do we?"

"You..."

However, Ventress left before he could say anything. Not long after, the droid commando, HD-22 entered the room, followed by the medical droid. Dageer prepared himself for another round of questions and torture.

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"Arrrghhhhhhhh!!! Ugh! Ufff... Ufff..."

"Sub-commander Dageer... when was the last time... you have you seem... the jedi Ima-Gun Di?"

Dageer stayed quiet. Since he wasn't going to tell the droid commando anyway, he would do better by saving his breath for later when the torture started.

And he was right to do that. Soon, the medical droid injected him with a myriad of unknown drugs, and he became lightheaded again. When he once more refused to answer - this time with more difficulty - he met the Separatist tools again.

Arching his body, Dageer tried in vain to escape from the torture. Suddenly, he heard the door open, and the two B1 droids scream. The droid commando let go of the shock baton, and Dageer finally was able to see what was happening.

Cell was at the door. The two B1 battle droids were on the ground, one without its head, and the other trying to get up. Cell kicked it, and the droid stayed on the ground. He was about to grab one of the E-5 blasters when he saw a metal fist going for his head.

The droid commando had jumped about five meters with one step, and arching its entire body, aimed a punch at Cell's head. Thankfully, the clone was fast, and dodged HD-22's fist, otherwise he would have surely died.

Cell grabbed HD-22's legs, and tried to lift the droid and thrown it away. Unfortunately, the droid commando was too heavy, and all Cell did was unbalance it and force it to take a few steps back.

The droid commando lifted his knee, hitting Cell's stomach. The clone would have faced problems even if he was using his armor, what to say without it. A mix of yellow and red left Cell's mouth, and he fell to the floor.

Just when the droid commando was about to step on his back, and probably break his spine, Dageer did the only thing he could do to help Cell.

Grunting in pain, he lifted his broken arm, and wrapped HD-22's neck. The droid was caught by surprise, and with one foot lifted, he lost his balance. Cell, who moments before seemed unconscious, used the chance to grab the E-5 blaster, and fired two shots right in the droid commando's head, point-blank.

Finally, the droid that had given them so many problems, that had given Dageer so many problems, died. The medical droid had retreated to the far end of the room, and wasn't showing any signs of doing anything, so Cell ignored it.

"Sir! How are you?!"

"Ugh... I'm okay. Free me from those things. I've had enough of it."

Cell shot the bottom of the anti-gravity locks, and they flashed a little before disappearing. Dageer thought he would land on his feet, but the days of torture had taken a toll on him. He crumbled, and Cell had to hold him.

"You are not well, sir. Not at all."

"Just give me a second."

"I don't think we have a second, sir. Surely, every droid on this damn building heard those shots.

"Then give me a blaster."

"Right away... Here."

Cell grabbed the other E-5 and gave it to Dageer. Feeling the unfamiliar weapon on his hands, Dageer shrugged. It was better than nothing.

"Help me. We have to move."

Cell helped him get up, and used one arm to support him, while holding his blaster with the other. They started making their way to the door, but Dageer saw the medical droid.

"Wait."

"What?"

Two loud shots later, the medical droid fell to the ground with new holes on its body. He wasn't a threat, but Dageer hadn't forgotten about what it did to him.

"Y-You... can't leaaaveeee..."

Once more, just as they were about to leave the room, something held them back. The droid commando stretched its arms, trying to grab Dageer's ankles. Even with two point-blank lasers to the head, it hadn't died yet. It truly was the Separatist elite unit.

"Ohhh... you are still alive, you bastard? That's good. Remember when I said I wouldn't forget you?"

"Caaannn't... leaaaaav..."

Sneering, Dageer shot the droid commando three more times. It was impossible for it to survive now, since its head was no more. Dageer gave Berro's body one last look.

"Goodbye, brother. Let's go."