Poe Dameron knew from the moment the stormtroopers had seized him and
dragged him to their black clad and masked leader that he had made a
mistake. A deadly mistake.
Now he was on a First Order Star
Destroyer and he was pretty sure there would be no escape. Soon the
interrogations would begin and he was not sure how long he would be able
to withstand the torture. He regretted not being able to swallow the
poison capsule that every Resistance pilot was given so as not to fall
alive into the enemy’s hands.
His thoughts were interrupted when the
cell door opened and two stormtroopers entered. One of them brutally
took his bound hands and forced him to stand up.
“Come on, Resistance scum!”
They
drove Poe down a long hallway. As he slowed, they hit the back of his
knees with the muzzle of a blaster rifle and he stumbled and fell.
Again, he was brutally forced to stand. He knew that what was to come
would be far crueler than this. He shivered.
When they finally
arrived at their destination, the stormtroopers dragged him into a room
dominated by a strange looking device. One of the stormtroopers uncuffed
him and together they pulled the reluctant pilot onto the device and
strapped him in. After that they left him alone and closed the door.
When the door opened again, a man in an officer's uniform entered the
room. Behind him hovered an Imperial interrogation droid. Poe swallowed
hard as the droid hovered towards him.
After regaining
consciousness, Poe Dameron found himself in the cell. His head hurt
terribly and he tasted blood in his mouth. He slowly raised his shackled
hands and touched his face. When he felt a wound under his right eye,
he winced. The First Order officer had done a really good job with his
interrogation droid. He had repeatedly asked about the whereabouts of
the map Dameron had received from Lor San Tekka on Jakku before the
First Order attacked the village. It was just that one question. And
each time, the pain he suffered became more intense. Finally, he could
bear the pain no longer and lost consciousness. He had given nothing
away and hoped that his astromech droid
BB-8 would have had enough time to bring the map to General Organa at the Resistance headquarters.
But he was aware that they would soon come for him again. He was not sure how much longer he could remain steadfast.
Poe
Dameron had lost track of time and did not know how many times they had
taken him out of his cell and tortured him. This time, they had not
even bothered to take him back to his cell. They simply left him in the
device that he mentally called the torture chair. He could feel blood
dripping from the left side of his face.
When the door opened, he
expected to see one of his familiar tormentors. But it was someone else
who entered the room. It was the black clad and masked man who had been
in command during the attack on the village at Kelvin Ravine.
He approached Poe and asked, as if in mockery, if he was feeling well. It seemed as if he knew exactly who Poe was.
“I’m impressed. No one has been able to get out of you, what you did with the map,” he said.
The pilot did not want to show any weakness and answered him in a calm voice.
“Maybe you rethink the technique.”
Suddenly, the man clad in black raised his hand and Dameron felt an eerie pressure as his head was pushed back.
“Where is it?”
Because
of the overstretched neck, Poe had difficulty swallowing. He struggled
for breath and fought back desperately. The pressure in his throat
stopped. Then he felt it and almost threw up. Something, no, someone had
invaded his mind. This searching with invisible fingers in his mind
almost drove him mad. He screamed. Before he lost consciousness, he
heard his tormentor tell a redheaded officer that he now knew where the
map was.
Dameron knew that they now had no reason to keep him alive.
When Poe regained consciousness, a stormtrooper was standing guard. A second stormtrooper came in and addressed the guard.
“Ren wants the prisoner.”
The stormtrooper released him from the torture device, cuffed his hands and brought him out of the room.
Poe Dameron was prepared to die soon. His only regret was that it would not be in battle.
