The Muun looked up at Song and she could see the effort it cost him. The mere act of raising his head had nearly taxed him of every ounce of energy he had left in him. Some combination of the cold and Valeska’s punishment had driven the rest from him. But Song was glad for her partner’s invitation. She was still irritated at how poorly their mission had gone, and it was clear taking it out on Valeska wasn’t going to yield results. Perhaps this Muun would serve as a reasonable enough replacement.
“You don’t look any more capable than she is,” the Muun said, referring to Val. “You’ll have her luck too, then.”
That was all the challenge Song needed. “Very well. Let’s give it a spin, shall we? We’ll start with a name and work our way up from there.” She took a measured step towards the prisoner. He flinched, but said nothing. He was expecting another beating. Song smirked beneath her mask. “Don’t worry. I won’t beat you. That’s a rather primitive method of interrogation.” She cast a pointed look toward Val. “No offense.”
The Muun was watching her closely as she crossed the cargo bay toward him. He was still trying to give off the impression that he wasn’t afraid of her, what she would do to him, but Song could see the fear hidden beneath the bravado. Val had done a number on him, and Song looked stronger, more intimidating. Good. It wasn’t her style to beat a man, no matter how much he may deserve it; and she’d prefer to end this without getting blood on her armor.
“Last chance,” Song warned, and then for emphasis, picked up a nearby hydrospanner and thumbed the activation stud. “Believe me, I have a big imagination and a lot of ideas for how to use this.”
The Muun remained, but only for a moment longer. “Just a name?”
Song shrugged. “It’s a start.”
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“You don’t look any more capable than she is,” the Muun said, referring to Val. “You’ll have her luck too, then.”
That was all the challenge Song needed. “Very well. Let’s give it a spin, shall we? We’ll start with a name and work our way up from there.” She took a measured step towards the prisoner. He flinched, but said nothing. He was expecting another beating. Song smirked beneath her mask. “Don’t worry. I won’t beat you. That’s a rather primitive method of interrogation.” She cast a pointed look toward Val. “No offense.”
The Muun was watching her closely as she crossed the cargo bay toward him. He was still trying to give off the impression that he wasn’t afraid of her, what she would do to him, but Song could see the fear hidden beneath the bravado. Val had done a number on him, and Song looked stronger, more intimidating. Good. It wasn’t her style to beat a man, no matter how much he may deserve it; and she’d prefer to end this without getting blood on her armor.
“Last chance,” Song warned, and then for emphasis, picked up a nearby hydrospanner and thumbed the activation stud. “Believe me, I have a big imagination and a lot of ideas for how to use this.”
The Muun remained, but only for a moment longer. “Just a name?”
Song shrugged. “It’s a start.”
@Mockingjay