Intergalactic Summit

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Sitting there, Ber grunts. Stripped of his standard leather jacket to just a torn top shirt. The wall behind him seem's mixed of blood and rust. Betraying his location though as the lights shining down on him give of an ominous blue tone. His left eye swelled shut, and purple as the other just black. Busted lip, and broken nose, dried blood trails escaping from both locations. Hushed muttering can be heard but nothing distinct. Ber looks off to the side some and spits. The glob that comes out though is just blood. Turning back to watch the people moving behind the camera feed, a weakened growl escapes him.

As soon as the growl escapes, ber is punched from someone just off camera. falling from his seat, the figure moves to help another bring him back to the metal chair. Laughter is heard from around before it is cut to silence. When ber is set back onto chair again, he looks around slightly confused.

'Speak Mr. Scandoveski.' The voice coming directly behind the camera is horse and low.

'**** you...**** stain...' Ber says with a weakened laugh looking around.

A man moves in the way of the camera, the sound of something clicking, before a shot echoes out. Ber yells out in pain and groans, a weakened cry escaping him.

'F-FINE!....fine...' The man moves to show Ber, bleeding from a new spot in his upper right shoulder. Ber moves his head around a few times seeming to try and catch himself.

'They are waiting mr. Scandoveski.' The same voice as before speaks up, agitation present.

'I..' Ber blinks with his one good eye but can't seem to focus with it looking to the camera now. 'My Name....Is Alaric Ber....Kan Scandoveski. I have been, warranted to speak up on recent incidents. If i may first state. Kelly. Wolf...' Ber gives a wince as a fist comes for him but stops. The person withdrawing the action slowly. 'Kelly. I love you.' Ber seem's very hesitant with his next words. 'Kill this Guardian Angel ****.'

Yelling starts to pick up as the camera shakes violently. Soon after Ber is swarmed by four different figures and they seem to drag him off.

'FREE-' Ber's voice cut's short.


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KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Oh, I recognise this. How amateur hour was that?

You never broadcast forced confessions live and, to be honest, they should only be done at all once the subject has been well and truly psychologically broken - either through TCMC, psychological behavioural enforcement techniques or drugs. Or a combination of those tactics.

Otherwise you end up with... this.

This.

Fracking cliffhanger.
Free whom, ancestors damn it.

Eagerly awaiting part two of this IGS novela.

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The feed activates with static. the snowy image then dissipates going to a normal view. Ber can be seen in what appears to be a small warehouse. Nothing but the wall several meters behind him. Hands chained together, above his head, being swayed back and forth by two men, both wearing mask's from some kind of kid's show. The two would laugh starting to spin Ber before stopping, walking off screen.

At this point, there is no movement from him as he slows after a while. Hanging there. Tattered pants. Body bruised in many places, a bullet hole in his upper right shoulder, knife and slash wounds across his arms, chest and stomach. His feet look all but mangled. The left side of his pants have what seem to be a burn spot that goes off on the outside to the back. His left ear, if noticed seem's all but gone.

'Mister Scandoveski. Proclaimed pirate. Now recently Ex-Caldari Navy Pilot. You have been busy within past several years.' That raspy hoarse voice speaks up. sound of papers shuffling behind the camera.

Ber's head is dropped. Motionless, silent, except the movement of chain and foot steps echoing around. A small grunt escapes him but this quickly turns into a heavy cough.

'You seem out of place for once Mist Scandoveski. As though you are more used to being in My position, no?' The voice ask's amusingly. 'You learned quickly to stop that infernal growling of yours. As though you were some caged beast. Wanting to be freed.' Ber gives a light, subtle growl head raising slowly looking to the man. To the camera. His nose broken, and busted. Burn mark in the shape of a knife along his right cheek.

A man moving into view, wearing a white lab coat, but a mask just like the other two moves into view. Long metal pole in hands, he takes a swing at Bers right knee. Cracking sound, shortly followed by a hollowed wail echoes out.

'You are still a creature that need's punishment then I see. Again' The voice call's out over Ber's whimpering.

On que, the man with the pole smacks ber's right knee again. 'Again.' moving to not be in much of the way, the man slams the pole into Bers kneecap. Ber's weakened yell calls out. groanign in utter pain.

'Enough for now. Mister Scandoveski, please. Tell me why we are doing this?' The voice clears his throat. Raspy and calm.

When Ber speaks, it sounds cracked. A broken man speaking out. Weak and in shock. 'B-because. I m-murder.'

'Yes, go on. Tell them.' The voice seem's more excited. As though he was on the edge of his seat, wanting to hear it himself.

Clearing his throat, then spitting blood on the man who had beaten him Ber chuckles soflty out, head rolling to the side some. 'M-murdered y-your spawn.'

A heavy yell escapes from behind the camera. Knocking it from where it was falling to the ground, sitting on it's side. From this view, a top ceiling within the warehouse is seen, looking up into a blueish-white sky. Ber is seen as well, being dropped from where he was being hung up.

The thud of his body does not deny the sound of him groaning in pain. Two men go to him dragging him off camera now.

'Do it. Make him suffer more.' The voice calls out. Soon after Ber's chuckling turn into soft call s of stop. Soon after hacking is heard. The same sound as a butcher's knife would make hitting meat and bone.

The screaming did not stop. It kept going. Even after the two hands were thrown in front of it. Detached brutally from it's owner.

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+Ihave begun immediate back tracing the feed. But every time i pin point it within curse, i have to desync my connection due to a virus program. I have encountered this before, but that was during troubled times in caldari prime, shortly after Tibus Heth had gain power abd control of the State. I will try another way, but i think i am close to breakig it.+

If you want real torture, not the rank amateur stuff you listed I would suggest the following.

Plug his mind into some sort of artificial construct and make him think he is killing his friends and loved ones with no control over his actions.

Being fully aware of his actions would break him for sure.

Baby steps man, Start with stuff they could actually handle doing.