fandomhigh | Ethics [Monday, February 5, 5th period]

The door to the Ethics classroom rocked back on its hinges as per usual but instead of a cloaked Sith Lord, a small ball hovered its way into the room.

It was black. It was shiny. It was incredibly menacing.

It surveyed the class for a long, quiet moment before Vader entered the room.

"There was a rebel captured recently in my home galaxy," Vader began, "who possessed knowledge about where the headquarters of her wrong-headed and illegal organization was located. After extensive interrogation, it was decided that extreme measures must be taken to get her to reveal her information."

Vader paused, the only sound in the room his ventilation unit.

"So we destroyed her home planet from space."

Vader paced in front of his desk, his black cape sweeping out behind him. "This is an interrogation droid," he continued, waving his hand at the hovering orb. "There are times when asking politely for information accomplishes nothing and blowing up a planet is inconvenient."

It was very clear that the interrogation droid had no capacity for talking, though. It was an extremely advanced instrument of torture.

"Today, we will conduct an experiment," Vader said, staring down the students. "Half of you will be rebel traitors who possess information about the location of your secret base." Those students received a slip of paper on their desks. "The other half of you are Imperial guards trying to obtain this information from your prisoner. I, personally, do not care what form your...questioning takes, but you cannot use actual physical violence."

There was a long pause. "In this particular exercise. In a real interrogation, it is practically required. When you reach a stalemate in your negotiations--and feel free to shoot at the prisoners with the water pistols from last week, for I do not see how getting wet can possible be construed as physical violence--," he said to the interrogators, pointing towards the box on his desk, "you may talk with your partner about how far you would be willing to go if the school would allow you to use physical violence, or if you had more time to get the prisoner to become...more pliable. Sleep deprivation also works very well."

He spun on his heel. "And don't do anything to make the interrogator droid notice you. Its programming is very sensitive. It would be a lot of paperwork if any of you were inadvertently tortured."

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"You Imperialist dogs already killed my family."

"They must've gotten in the way," John sneered. "Do you want your reluctance to give us this information to lead to more death?"

Turtle narrowed her eyes. "Will my cooperation really prevent more?"

"It will," John lied. "Do you want to risk it?"

That did put her in a bit of a tight spot, didn't it? Turtle may have squirmed a little. "What do I get out of it?" she asked. "How can you be sure I even care about those other worlds? How do you know we haven't anticipated that, once you had some of us in your clutches, you would threaten us with exactly this and have worked to evacuate the planets as best as possible?"

"You get to live," John snarled. "And perhaps, others will too. Death and destruction is a messy business. Cleanup is even nastier."

"...But I'll be dead. I won't have to clean up anything."

Dammit.

"But, we will," John said, trying to cover that up. "And we don't want that."

"Then don't blow up the planets, and you won't have to worry about it. If you didn't blow up planets in the first place, you wouldn't have people rebelling against you, y'know. You think people like their worlds being blown up just because you can't get what you want?"

John scowled at himself. Crap crap crap.

"Too bad, it's already happened and know we need the locations," John said, trying to sound tough. Mostly, he sounded like he was trying to save face. "We will kill people to get them and that will be on you."

"Better that," Turtle concluded, though with a sigh, because, really, all this rebel rhetoric was exhausing her, "than a betrayal."

John frowned. "I'll give you chocolate if you tell me the locations of the bases."

"Chocolate?" Turtle arched an eyebrow. "You have the power...apparantly...to blow up entire worlds, and the best you have to offer is chocolate?"

"Chocolate makes the world go round," John said. "And we, being Imperial, have money. We can get the best chocolate in the world."

Turtle frowned at John. "....I'd rather just have the money."

"Would money get you to tell us the location of the bases?"

Turtle paused to consider. "How much money are we talking about?"

"More than you can even imagine," John said.

Another moment of thought. "Enough to get me far away from both here and the base, quickly and discretely?"

"We'll even provider the transport to the destination of your choice," John said, spicing up the offer.

"So you can track me easier later? I don't think so."

"Fine, fine," John said, nodding. "We'll give you money to buy your own transport."

Turtle also nodded. "Okay, then. They...." She drew in a deep breath before her 'betrayal.' "They're on Diskan 10."

It was the best name she could make up at the top of her head, really. She'd never heard of a Yavin 4 before, either, so she figured it was made up.

John gave a whoop of triumph and handed over some fake money. "Here you go. The Imperial Army keeps their word."

And Turtle did what any Rebel who just lied to the Imperials with a fake planet would do: took the money and ran to go find the fastest transport she could find.

Re: Pair up and conduct an interrogation

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