The Interrogation
Kyvarr wan't impressed. She was only an hour into her shift and she was exhausted. She'd been non-stop for the past day and while she wasn't about to collapse, she'd gone days without sleep in the past, her often 'prickly' nature was heightened. She didn't like Imperials at the best of time. Right now, staring at the apparently unconcerned, pretentious prick her rage built.
'Typical Imperial arrogance.' she thought. 'Doesn't even seem to realise how close to death he was.' She'd thrown four Imps out an airlock and killed another during the assault on this place. A nice round six seemed fine to her. But the boss and Fiarr wanted to talk to him so she'd leave him be. . .for now. He tried anything and she'd respond, violently.
OOC: Welcome Arcas, hope I don't have to kill you!! Kyvarr is 1.5m tall, very slender and looks pissed off. She's dressed in a simple body stocking, the kind stormtroopers wear under their armour, with a dark grey jacket over the top. She has a customised heavy blaster in a holster on her left hip, nothing else visible. She's standing against a wall where she can watch both Arcas and the door equally.
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