Posted 15 June 2004 - 10:28 PM
<<Interrogation Sim from 13 June 2004 - Lt. Ned YORKE, Sgt. GOORIT, XCR Sgt. REDWOOD-GOORIT>>
UGS Patton, Planet Charlie, 23 December 2067
With orders to interrogate Redwood-Goorit, Lt. Yorke and Sgt. Goorit are in one of the small interrogation rooms aboard the Patton. It's somewhat makeshift, with a table and three chairs. The furniture is rather utilitarian and adds a bleak feel to the room.
The lighting is relatively poor by design, with only a single lightbulb above the head of the female XCR trooper. The walls are bare, grey paint over metal and plastic, except for the large mirrored surface to the interrogation team's right. The exit is straight behind them, with Redwood in front.
On the other side of the mirror, both Cmdr. Weindhoven and Col. Cyriacus watch in silence. Both have headsets that are linked to earbuds used by Yorke and Goorit - Weindhoven and Cyriacus can speak to the interrogation team, but not vice versa.
Sgt. Redwood: Faith looked sullenly at the two interrogators. Her eyes drifted from the blonde haired soldier... He looked familiar, she thought. The other, a man with Asian features, looked solemn, but something in his eyes looked... alive, fascinating somehow. She stayed silent for now, not wishing to start anything with her captors.
Sgt. Shadow: Jonathan sat down on a chair besides the other side of the table. There was a moment of silence, when Goorit spend some time contemplating the mysterious sargeant. Goorit broke the silence by clearing his throat, and proceeded accordingly. "Well... Sargeant Redwood... Goorit, right?" Jon inquired, with a brief pause in the middle of the surname.
Sgt. Redwood: Was he the 'good cop'? Faith steeled herself inside and looked at her interrogator. She looked discreetly at his face... She felt a shudder go through her body, small but significant. "That is correct."
Dr. Yorke: Yorke leant back in his seat he was merely quietly observing for the time being, he'd taken part in interrogations of aliens before, mind you the methods employed sometimes during them weren't pleasant, but then they were just aliens, mere clones nothing more. Now he sat opposite this Redwood lass, an attractive lass. Perhaps in another place in another time...perhaps.
Sgt. Shadow: Jon nodded and kept looking at the female XCR sergeant. The resemblance to him was astonishing, but Jonathan firmly knew he had no relatives besides his mother back on Earth. This was strange, to say the least...
Sgt. Redwood: Faith looked at the pair carefully. Both of them seemed to be looking at her... well, not as normal as she would have thought. She wasn't planning on helping them much and wasn't sure what she could do now, what sort of hold she had on them. There must have been something...
Sgt. Shadow: Another uncomfortable silence had popped into scene. After a few moments, Jonathan again broke the silence by clearing his throat. "Okay, let's get started. Sergeant Redwood-Goorit, what were you and your team doing alone in the landing pad? Why did you detach from the other XCR troops?
Sgt. Redwood: Faith frowned and looked back towards the blonde interrogator and considered his question. How could she answered it as non-commitally as possible? "We were heading back to the Rommel." She looked at blondy expectantly.
Dr. Yorke: "But for what reason? And what was your cargo?" Asked Yorke placing both of his elbows onto the table in front of him. He rested his head on his hands as he awaited a response.
Sgt. Shadow: Jonathan frowned too and countered her answer after Yorke had asked his question. "But why did the majority of the troops stay behind fighting the Ascidians? Isn't it logic to leave a *small* team behind to create a diversion while the larger group retreats? Why did it happen the other way round?" Shadow took a deep breath.
Sgt. Redwood: Faith looked towards to the senior officer. He looked very casual in that pose... Good cop and good cop? Maybe one of them was going to become the bad cop later on... or maybe it was something else. "Oh, I misinterpreted. We were obtaining supplies. Did you see anyone else escape the base?" While letting Yorke mull that over, she looked to Goorit. "What makes you think that everyone is a laborer? I don't think all of YOU do the same work."
Dr. Yorke: Life really is absurd. Thought Yorke as he looked at Redwood. Just a few weeks ago he'd been a prisoner of the Starspawn, and he'd been forced to under go interegation, and now here he was with a prisoner, interrogating her.
Sgt. Shadow: "Alright, we'll discuss about this later. Onto another subject." Jonathan replied and paused briefly. "What do you think about your Colonel, Chad Dogget's actions? Do you condone the massive slaughter of innocent civilians like he does?" Goorit leant back on his chair, waiting for a response.
Dr. Yorke: Yorke held back a chuckle, now that was a question, but he could see where Goorit was going with this. Mind games, he was going to screw her mind over and use her morality against her. A good play, and it could prove to be effective...depending on the history of Redwood.
Sgt. Redwood: Faith grinned to herself, internally. She had scored one point, so she hoped. The reference to the World Devastator attack made her cringe slightly, though she wasn't sure how much translated into physical action. She tried to cover it. "Colonel Dogget? Does he condone such a thing?"
Dr. Yorke: Yorke merely smiled. "No, do you think that the attacks on civilians is the the right thing to do?"
Sgt. Shadow: The young sergeant grumbled silently, and inquired again, after Yorke. "Don't play dumb with me, sergeant. We know about his plans, using that monstruous weapon of yours to ravage the Ascidian-controlled worlds in their territory" Jon glared at the XCR trooper, knowing she was definately hiding information.
Sgt. Redwood: "That would depend on how we define 'civilian'." Faith's eyes narrowed as she spoke her next words. "If such a civilian was standing in your way, between you and your objective, sacrificing himself to guard the objective, is he truly just a civilian?"
Dr. Yorke: "If a civilian is standing between us and our objective..." Yorke looked to the ceiling and thought for a moment. "...if a city is standing between you and the objective, do you nuke it? OR do you find a less bloody alternative?"
Sgt. Redwood: Faith shook her head. "I don't make those decisions. You already know my rank, of you have claimed so. You do not even have that authority, why would you even bother asking me of such things?" Faith shook her head and leaned back, taking the two into her sight.
Sgt. Shadow: Faith was playing with her interrogators' minds, it didn't require much brains to realize that. Twisting the arguments... "Miss Redwood, you know well the deaths of those civilians, or whatever you'd like to call them, won't be 'collateral damage'." Jon commented and sighed.
Dr. Yorke: "Yes, oh you can rationalise what you do all you want. You're not the one who makes the decisions, you just follow the orders. Does that clear your conscience of the thousands and millions of deaths of civilians that you helped to bring about."
Sgt. Redwood: Faith grinned, though she didn't much feel like it. "A military target was destroyed in the process. As I understand it, you merely execute prisoners out of hand, torture wantonly, and in general disobey any convention of war you claim to adhere to." Faith nodded her head towards the mirror. "Can you then blame that on others?"
Dr. Yorke: Yorke took his elbows off the table and then leant back in his seat. "So a military target was destroyed? What was this military target? The civilians? Are all civilians military targets, does the XCR wipe out cities on Earth and claim that it was a military action?"
Sgt. Redwood: "How many military industries are there? Have you even checked? Military regiments? Do you check that?" Faith looked from Yorke to Goorit. "How much information do you have?"
Dr. Yorke: Yorke's conscience wasn't exaclty clean, but as far as he was concerned all Starspawn were bred for war. Designed and produced and then sent to kill. "How many civilians died to wipe out one regiment? how many schools and hospitals wiped out along with the military industries? How many soldiers did you kill and how many families did you destroy to achieve that? Did you check that?"
Sgt. Shadow: Images of Lieutenant Scott executing Floater prisoners some time ago came to mind. He remained lost in thought for a few moments, while Yorke continued with his questioning. Then he asked once again. "So, what you're saying is that you're OK with the idea of wiping out an entire planet's surface because merely 15% of it are military installations? The other 85%, the civilians, are 'in your way'?." Shadow sighed and placed his elbows on the table.
Sgt. Redwood: Faith found it hard to believe that they were questioning her on this, but it seemed to be a positive thing for her to talk about. "There were civilian casualties, as you define them. What can I do about that, you think?"
Sgt. Shadow: "There are other ways, maybe more costly, but effective anyway, to prevent the death of innocent people. Your commanding officer has already lost his sanity, and now he's undertaking the mission of eradicating the entire Ascidian race, when the real enemy is the present Starspawn." Goorit leant back again and looked at the ceiling, submerging himself on thought again.
Sgt. Redwood: "That is your interpretation." Faith smiled openly, trying to lure them into a sense of security. "I uhh... heard that your commander lost his sanity too. I guess it's a common aspect of command."
Dr. Yorke: "True they are dead along with XCR's humanity. Nothing can be done to change that." Said Yorke. "So you believe that your Commanding Officer has also lost his insanity?"
Sgt. Redwood: "And your humanity. How many know that X-Com personnel are now executing humans. Not even resistant ones. Passive, non-aggressive, unarmed." Faith looked carefully at the two, looking to get their responses.
Dr. Yorke: Yorke smiled and kept staring at Redwood. "Colonel Dogget is as you put it lost his sanity, has there been any other attempts to take command from him? Any rumblings within the ranks?"
Sgt. Shadow: Jonathan heard Faith's comment, and thought about it for a while, still looking at the ceiling. After a brief period of time, he looked back at Redwood. "I've never, nor I ever will do something like that. That was an isolated incident, unlikely to take place again." Jon sighed once again, and looked at Faith's face deeply.
Sgt. Redwood: "No and no." Faith thought that Yorke was a bit too happy, perhaps, but nothing of real evidence. "And not isolated, I'm sure. The only reason it won't happen is because there are no other humans left for you to kill."
Dr. Yorke: "To the contrary my dear, the Rommel is still out their along with some of the XCR. Do you know where it is heading?"
Sgt. Shadow: Jonathan stood up banged the metal table with his bionic arm violently, leaving a small dent on the steel surface. "I have NEVER done anything like that! That's the problem of a single operative, not all of us, goddamnit! The sick madman, you're commanding officer, is proceeding with his damn genocide plan right now and you're NOT helping. And the worst part is that everyone is following him! Nobody has a f**king sense of ethics any more" Jon sat back again on his chair, gasping. His face was red of anger.
Sgt. Redwood: Faith nodded as she conceded the point. "A single operative. Yes, of course. And the rest stand by, letting it happen. Let me guess: by your intonation, I would assume he is still an active operative as well. Fascinating. You claim many things. At least that shows you think you're moral, if somewhat disillusioned, which is better than what you accuse me of."
Sgt. Shadow: "Goorit my ass, you're NOTHING like me, in ANY way" Jonathan grumbled and looked down at the floor, disappointed. "You should be able to discern right from wrong..." Shadow sighed, keeping his glance on the floor.
Sgt. Redwood: "Really? And how do YOU define right and wrong? You allow the execution of prisoners of war. Is that right?" Faith shook her head. Why should she emulate him? Arrogant. "You want a 'f**king' idea, you arrogant little turd? You live a life cushioned by the idea that you can simply choose which orders to obey. Disobeying of orders is probably your hobby. Don't tell me how to act like a soldier, because you sure can't figure it out." Faith wasn't angry - all this came out in a most reasonable tone. "You want my opinion? Sure. You can have it. And it's the last thing you'll get, because from what I've seen here, you haven't earned it nor will you ever even figure that out. I don't like it. There were other ways, I'm certain. But that does not give me the right to question the mandate handed down to me by any X-Com officer. Those orders are straight from Central, they supersede Dogget's authority. So, YOU can stuff it, and next time bring me someone brighter and more useful." Faith leaned back and steepled her fingers. "WE are done here, whether you like it or not."
Dr. Yorke: "ENOUGH" Yelled Yorke. It wasn't often that he had to yell, but this was going no where fast.
Sgt. Shadow: "I do NOT choose which orders to follow, miss" Jonathan was getting angry again. "If I could've stopped those executions I would have, but the officer in question outranks me" Shadow grumbled and realized something. "Oh, look! It seems we're in the EXACT same situation"
Sgt. Redwood: "So you know about the incident now. Why don't you think about it some more, and sort out what you think is appropriate." Faith felt a form of compassion for the other X-Com soldiers. They were blind and had no real idea - more the pity.
Sgt. Shadow: "It seems Roberts and the other sergeant were the only sane people in the XCR lines..." Jonathan thought to himself, glaring at Faith across the table, though he didn't say a word aloud.
Dr. Yorke: "I can see that f**k all is going to come of this - for the time being any way." A little white noise and sleep deprevation might change your perspectives a little. Thought Yorke as he got up, The two Goorit's had let this get personal and the whole interegation went down the shitter. "Goorit, ask Necro to come in here and escort the prisioner back to her cell."
Sgt. Redwood: Faith looked towards Yorke and fixed him with her gaze. He truly was... She pushed it from her mind. Being enraptured by an officer on the other side, one who apparently condoned his partner losing control, was not a good idea. "I request that the next interrogator be useful." <<oops, before Yorke's post>>
Sgt. Redwood: "Wait." Faith looked at Shadow... "YOU are a Goorit?"
Dr. Yorke: "If you're willing to cooperate, then we to will cooperate. Yes Shadow here is a Goorit. And I've got half a mind to put the both of you two in the same bloody room, and lock it and leave you in it for a few hours."
Sgt. Shadow: "Yes, sir." Jonathan replied to the lieutenant and activated the intercom PDA on the wall next to the door. He called for Necro and glanced back at Faith. "Yes, I'm Sergeant Jonathan Goorit."
Sgt. Redwood: Faith spat Yorke with a stare, then turned back to Shadow. He DID look like her in a way. Like her mother... Was HE Jonathan Gooit? "My god..." Faith's eyes widened in surprise. It was! "We need to talk... At a later date." She looked to Yorke. "Talk. Not 'interrogate'."
The door opened, and Necro walked in. He sized Faith up carefully before looking to Yorke. "Doc, you need an escort?"
Dr. Yorke: "If you're willing to cooperate then we'll talk, if you'll piss about the issues then we'll interrogate. But yes, at a later date." It was times like this that Yorke need a stress ball, so he could squezze it and squezze it until it popped. Though that had happened to the last three he'd bought years ago. Looking to Redwood "Do you want some quality family time with each other, we can arrange that if you like." He said as he walked over to Necro. "Necro, escort miss Redwood, here to her cell.">>
Sgt. Shadow: Jonathan replied just a few moments before Necro entered the room. "Yes, that can be arranged..." Jon sighed. He wasn't in the best mood right now. "Later, that is." Shadow to a deep breath and exhaled. "So, are we done now, Doc?"
Sgt. Redwood: "That we are family is not yet established. And next time, don't hold out on me." Faith scowled at Yorke. "Don't piss about the real issues, 'Doc'."
Dr. Yorke: "As long as you don't." He scowled and snapped back. "Shadow you're dismissed." He said, he waited until everyone had left the room and then sat in the seat, and shook his head. "Family feuds...long lost relations and serious guilt issues." He shook his head once more and slouched in his seat and let out a sigh. "Kids! Who'd have them." He said thinking how this wouldn't of happened if Goorit hadn't had them!
Lance Corporal Derrick "DragonHawk" Ko
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