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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"Well, that hardly sounds enjoyable," Valentine said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, perhaps entirely missing the point of the word torture. "I'm sure you can find some better way to coerce the funny sounding word out of my mouth. What's it worth to you?"

"Well, I would kind of like not being killed and stuff," Jake mused. It was possible that interrogator wasn't really his calling. "I suppose I could offer you a sip of coffee for the name?"

"Only a sip?" Valentine grinned and leaned back in his seat. "I'd think that your life would be worth more than just a sip. Make it a mouthful, and I'll be happy to try to dredge that crazy word out of the back of my mind. Or, you know, hand you the paper with it written on it."

Jake hesitated. "But how will I know you're telling the truth? You could just make shit up, and then I'd be out of a perfectly good mouthful."

Valentine tilted his chin in consideration. "I suppose I could, but, like I said, the name is some crazy word that I couldn't be bothered to remember anyhow, so if I just hand the paper to you, then you'd have information that even I don't possess." He smirked and waved the little sheet in the air a moment before pocketing it. "Unless you didn't want it. Then feel free to torture me for however long you see fit. You won't get the information that way."

"Well, all right," Jake decided. He pushed the mug towards Valentine. "Put the paper on the table, and then we can trade."

Valentine slipped the paper out of his pocket, set it on the table, and kept a firm hand on it until the handle of the mug was in his grasp. "Nice doing business with you," he said with a grin.

Jake snagged the paper. "Likewise!"

Valentine took for himself a mouthful of what was suddenly the most expensive coffee that existed in 'a galaxy far, far away,' and decided that the price he paid was a rather fair one indeed.
After all, it was very, very good coffee.

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