Here is where the Mandalorian they name Demagol after a legendary mandalorian who was also an expert at torture to get any information out of his victims. They often died during interrogation if they really didn't want to give any information or if Demagol was having too much fun with his torture. He also experiments on them as he is a master of science.

Taves walked into the torture room. He didn't want to torture Jothran, but he knew that if he couldn't get the answers out of him then Demagol would. And Taves felt he wouldn't want to bring that on anyone. He walked in to where Jothran was. He gave him a short smile that wouldn't make himself seem weak, but at the same time lighten up Jothran. He looked like he'd had hell in the Mandalorian prison. Taves grabbed a chair and sat in it backwards in usual interrogation fashion. "Alright Jothran, I don't want to torture you. You look like you've been through enough on this planet already. All I want are some answers. I know your an agent of the Rebellion. So here's the deal. I need help finding another agent." Taves brought up a holo image of the picture of the saboteur he had gotten from Kamino. He could tell that Jothran knew something by the brief look that fell across his face. "Know the girl?" Taves said, waiting for Jothran to say something

The rebel hesitated as he looked at her image, "Y...Yes...I recognize her f.....face"

He was starting to sweat more harder as he was afraid of what Demagol would do to him if his answers weren't sufficient enough in the Taves' quest to find her.

"B...But I s..swear! I don't know her name! I've only seen her once.....why...are...are you...Looking for her?!" He dared to ask.

Taves was getting a bit annoyed by the man's stuttering. "Calm down Jothran your not going to die. As far as why I'm after her is not a fact you need to know. You knowing it might make you a more likely candidate to die. You swear that you don't know anything about her? Likes, Dislikes, Job, anything? If you do know something I might be able to get you off this rock."

"Well she...she is a...a...member of...the...Rebel...Alliance", He stuttered further. "But...that's....that's...all...I know..." He closed his eyes out of fear and pressed his lips together cause he knew he said too much. In speed he said to the mandalorian, "But that's all I know, I swear!!!!"

Taves didn't need much more confirmation. He knew Jothran had said all he knew. A man as scared as him wouldn't dare lie. "Alright" said Taves "you can go. I'll make sure the guards don't send you as a target on any of the hunting trials. At least until I get this girl. Take it easy." With these words Taves got up and went into the viewing room where Demagol was sitting. "You touch him" Taves said "and you'll lose some things that you will miss. If this man is sent into a hunting trial, the same applies." Taves was disgusted by Demagol, but he knew that such a job was neccesary for a bounty hunter.

Resei entered the room.
It stenched of fear, hatred, and death. THere was also a faint smell of sweat, and...

"Demagol! My old friend! Nice to meet you for the first time. I am Resei, and instructor. Those little bastards are making me nuts, so...
I'm in a 'mood', so I wondered if you had any prisonersI could... interrogate?"

Resei was really in the 'mood'. He hadn't killed anybody for days, and those annoying recruits, needing to learn everything from the beginning!

"If you go get that nasty male Twi'lek in the jungle... He's red. I forgot to ask him something... Bring him here, and you may proceed as you wish..."

Then Resei left for his chambers, to pick up some stuff.
He was now only equipped with the holdout-blaster.

The Twi'lek Resei was pulling after him was now awake.
He was screaming in pain, but mostly in knowledge and fear of what was coming.
Resei had been kind enough to tell him that much!

"Here's the... creature."
"So I see, no need to state the obvious. Ready to start? Good."

He locked Resei and the Twi'lek who was now sobbing, screaming, and begging for his life into cell 13.
Before he left he told Resei:
"Remember to ask him of the whereabouts of his belowed family... They owe us a great sum of money..."
He smiled evily behind dark visors, and left with a well known and widely feared chuckle.

Resei stropped the prisoner to a nasty-looking table.
He picked up a just as nasty-looking... thing, and smiled at the soon to be dead Twi'lek.
"You heard him. What is the whereabouts of your beloved family?"
The Twi'lek was twisting in fear and pain, but shut his mouth closed.
Resei gave him a good beating with the vicious whip-like thingie.
"Where?"
The Twi'lek started screaming, but said nothing, except something that sounded like a Twi'lek curse.
Resei gave him another good beating, this time in the most... painful regions...
The Twi'lek screamed, and fainted once again, coming back after a few seconds.
If he was pleased to see Resei still there, he did not show it.
"Where?"
The Twi'lek refused again, and Resei pressed a button on the table.
It started stretching the Twi'lek, and at the same time Resei did a thorough job with the thingie.
Resei pressed another button, and the table stopped.
"Where?"
The Twi'lek refused again, and Resei changed strateghy.

"Do you have wife and kids?"
He nodded furiously, grateful, but still alerted, at the lack of beating.
"Do you love them?"
More nodding.
"Then why in the Galaxy do you betray them by trying to rape another Twi'lek you don't even know!!??"
He shook his head, and started sobbing again.
"You do not deserve them, you filth! You have betrayed them in every other way, left them without money, without 'daddy', and now you have stopped loving them, and do only fear for your own life! Filth!"
He shook more furiously, crying so loudly Resei's ears started hurting.
"What if I tell you there is a chance you may meet them again before you die, and sort things out?" Resei suddenly had a kind tone, and the prisoner stoped crying, but still sobbing, and watched him with ruined, interested eyes.
"If you just tell us where they are, we can get them here, and everything will be alright. What do you say to that?"
Resei's voice was awfully sweet now.
The prisoner nodded furiously, eyeing a last hope.
"Where are they?"
"The Dune Sea, somewhere in the Dune Sea, Tatooine. We agreed they would change camp around in the Dune Sea until I returned."
"Good." Resei had the sugar-voice still, but suddenly he stopped pretending.
"Then you are of no further use to us," he said firmly, and smiled evily at the wreckage laying strapped on the vicious-looking table before him.
He pushed the stretch-button again, and left the room, shutting the door close.

He told Demagol where the rest of the family where, and not surprizingly, he showed no further interest.
Resei left the place, and met a clear, blue sky and fresh air once outside.
He stood trembling for a while, almost vomiting.
Then he rewon control over himself, and straightened, without having vomited a drop.
He deserved it, he thought, ignoring how unsure he sounded.
Then he wakled s bit stif to his chamber.
He needed Moirine now.
Really.

Resei entered the room.
"Demagol, this is important. Is the Twi'lek's body still somewhere here?"
"It is where you left it. It has been a quiet few days..."
"Do you have some sanitairy gloves?"
Demagol looked questioningly at him.
Resei sighed. "Thought not. Have a knife?"
"There is one in the cell... why?"
"I'll explain to you later, OK?"
Then he went back to Cell 13.

The Twi'lek was laying where he had left him.
Just a bit longer, as the nasty table had done what it was designed for.
Torture with death as a direct affect...
He searched the Twi'leks pockets, and after a while he found them.
4 Holo Projectors.
He took the knife from where it hung on the wall, and destroyed them all.
And there was the credits, in a small, transparent box.
He opened the box and took the credits.
5 234 credits.
It had originally been closer to 6k.
That... thing had spent nearly 1k on himself, forcing his family to...
Resei understand it was the Twi'lek's fault, not his, that the poor family...
He couldn't think about it, and he stopped once outside to puke before heading to Boba Fett's quarters.

Screams could be heard several kilometres away.
Ths sound came from Moirine, Resei's slave.
The poor girlhad done nothing wrong, but still she was being interrogated.
If any one knew Resei's plans, it had to be her!
Therefore, the tortur expert Demagol had been given free reins.
And, therefore again, the poor Twi'lek was no screaming in pain.

"Where is Resei Mantok!" he demanded in a rough voice.
He barely catched the answer through the screaming.

"He.... I... He... Never... Told... Me!...."

Demagol stoped whiping her.

"Didn't he, now..."

"No, no, no! I swear, I swear to everything, I swear on my life ("that ain't worth much now, honey" made tears run gently down her cheek), I swear that it's true, every word! It's true, it's true, it's true!"

"Is it now," Demagol said without emotion.

"Well... Perhaps it is so. No one could take this much torturing without end up broken, and tell the truth."

Moirine sighed silently, in relief, and partly from pain.

"Well, now that we have that clear... I was given... free reins...
You... You are a... pretty young slave... I can't see why that idiot would leave you here, like this.
Good for me, though," he said slyly, and grinned, revealing mostly missing teeth.

Moirine screamed again, but no in horror.
She knew all too-well what was coming, and she wished she was dead.
She was more terrified now than she had been when she was brought here for the first time.
Demagol grinned again.

"Just scream as much as you like. There are no places to run, no places to hide...
Just keep screaming, honey..."

OOC: I see you're having fun with the character lewy but we told you that the use of characters such as demagol and Boba Fett is not for personal use or benefit...It's to help other members...torturing a fictional character only benefits yourself as it adds to your experience...so I would leave such posts behind in the future

OK... ;)
I just had to... get familiar :P