Questioning The Prisoner
He had one of the guards turn off the ray shields to release the prisoner. The soundproof room to his right would be perfect for a casual conversation that hopefully would make the prisoner comfortable enough to trust Corik. He wanted what was best for the prisoner, which was for the man’s life to be spared.
As they walked in the doors shut quickly and forcefully, as did most blast doors. They sat down across from each other, leaning on a cold metal table. Corik was the first to speak. “For your own good you need to tell me what you know.”
“You don’t know what’s going on here do you?” he returned, quite strongly.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m quite sure any Padawans the Jedi are training have not been informed of what’s really happening underneath the surface. They wouldn’t want to risk more rebellion, or worse, their secret getting out.”
“What do you mean?” Corik repeated himself, unsure of what the man meant yet riveted to what he was hearing.
“Capula is destroying planets left and right, and the Jedi know about it. They’re letting it happen.”
Corik got up from the table, his mouth wide open but unable to make a sound. He opened the door and walked out, shutting it with the prisoner inside. Master Quithar looked at him as if to ask whether he had gotten any useful information for Capula.
Corik shook his head. Not for Capula at least he thought. Master Quithar stepped in the room, apparently looking to give it a shot herself. Corik didn’t stay, he grabbed the speeder and headed back to the Temple. He needed to think on what he had just heard.