Illandere's Questionnaire

[RobbyL9]

(Note: For those who are uninformed, this is an actual question and answer session I formed. You, the audience, have the right to ask any question you desire of my character, Illandere. Even if it is only a simple question like what her favorite color is or what is her favorite food, all questions are encouraged.

This questionnaire is an important part of the process I am taking to flesh out Illy, so any little bit you can do to help me out is much appreciated. Thank you.)

Cursing and angry, Illy stumbled forward through the dimly lit hallway of a building she couldn't remember entering. Or maybe it was lit normally and the bag over her head was very heavily woven. Most likely the latter, she thought, as the stifling darkness of the bag threatened to smother her the longer it was kept on her head.

Being led around a corner, she nearly tripped trying to correct herself in her heeled Imperial officer boots and cursed even louder than before. Strangely, not one of the men guiding her scolded her to shut up or joked about that being the mouth she kissed her mother with. Most of the jerks she normally allowed herself to be captured by got off on that kind of crap. It was what made putting those little boys in their place all the more worthwhile.

Just as the pleasant thought crossed her mind, Illy was pressed up against a wall face-first. She could feel her binders being un-cuffed. As soon as she was free, however, she was lifted up from the wall and shoved forward into what felt to her like a new environment. Illy could usually detect the difference between two rooms, a skill she had learned from her line of work.

Hearing the door slam shut behind her, Illy used her free hands to tear the bag from her head. She wasn't expecting the glaring light hanging in the center of the room. It burned brightly and reflected off of the sterile white walls and the large mirror on the far side of the room, forcing her to shutter her eyes to allow them to compensate.

Once she was better acclimated, Illy opened her eyes and noticed that there was a single stool in the room and nothing else. Simple and metallic, it seemed to serve no particular purpose of comfort, just as something to sit upon. Illy looked at it, and then the enormous mirror suspiciously for about thirty seconds, approaching slowly.

From overhead, she heard a large and muffled voice order her simply "Sit down..." Illy stood on edge for a few seconds, fully realizing for the first time that she was being watched, before being ordered once again by the strange voice "I said sit down..."

With no other choice Illy obeyed, all the while keeping her eyes on the mirror which she knew to contain her captors. She sat herself down on the stiff metallic stool as comfortably as could be managed and looked ahead seriously.

"We have been trying to get a hold of you for a very long time, Illandere." the voice began "Or should I say, Codename: Moon Woman of the Imperial Remnant?"

Illy froze but made no visible change to her facial features. If they had brought her here then that likely meant they already knew all about her. Looking surprised would only make them feel as though they had the upper hand.

As if on cue, the voice continued "We have compiled a dossier of your exploits for what remains of the Empire." confirming her suspicions "Most impressive. You have made quite a name for yourself, I'm sure certain people are quite pleased."

"Yeah. That's damned right." she said back, defiantly "And I would imagine it has also made certain people very angry, so why don't you just tell me what you want? That way I can turn down your offer and you can lock me up where I'll begin plotting my escape."

The muffled voice laughed, then started speaking "Oh my dear. Charming as ever. Believe me, what we want is very simple. Even you should be willing to comply." Illy noticed that the voice sounded slightly different than the last few times, suggesting there may be two men behind the mirror.

"Then just say it."

"We have a series of questions for you. Simple and in most cases, we feel, non-sensitive questions. All we need for you to do is listen to them and provide us with an answer." the voice said, pausing "Any... Answer."

Illy looked confused, shifting in her seat. "Any answer?" she asked skeptically.

"Precisely."

"What if I decide I don't feel like answering some of these questions?"

"The longer you refuse to speak, the longer you shall be kept in that room. If you wish to be set free, you must provide us with some form of answer."

Thoughts raced around Illy's mind as she eyed the mirror and did her best to line up on the eyes of her interrogators. She could already tell that she didn't like this and would probably hate it by the time they were through. But the voice sounded sincere enough about keeping her in this room and this was no good environment to have to attempt escape in. Illy crossed her legs and reached into the front right pocket of her fatigues.

Pulling out a hair band, she pulled back her hair and proceeded to tie it back tightly into a ponytail, saying to her captive-takers "Fire away then. Let's see what's on the menu for tonight's interrogation."

[hk47fan]

(Taking a stab at this I suppose, though I've never done anything quite like it so it may be off....)

Do you ever encounter any sexism in the Remnant? Its very well known to be sexist, even though Daala pretty much heads up a good part of it these days. And if so, how do you deal with it?

Speaking of Daala, though I know you rarely interact with the woman, she has led a front against the NR from time to time. Since she's probably the only other woman left serving in the Remnant(and one of the few to ever make it to the Empire, much less lead a piece of the Remnant itself), what do you think of her?

[RobbyL9]

From behind the mirror, the interrogators read off the questions. They read them normally and at an even pace, as though they were written on some kind of script that they had read and rehearsed. I don't get it. Why ask a question like that? she thought.

Illy straightened out atop her stool and leaned forward with her feet on the rest. Contemplating her answer for a few seconds, she inhaled and exhaled, then spoke "When I first joined the Imperial Remnant, I did it under the impression that it would be a good challenge for me. I'm no stranger to sexism by any means. I'm well aware that most militant or paramilitary forces tend to composed mostly of men and with that in mind I didn't expect to be made welcome immediately."

She paused for a second, rubbing the back of her neck and looking down. "And I wasn't. As a rookie, I was treated like a second-class citizen and seen as a third-class soldier. It took quite a while before I was able to prove myself enough to gain control of my own squad. But along the way, I just kept doing what one of my old battle buddies once told me. Be stubborn and push through by sheer force of will. People learn to respect that, even assholes like my former squad mates. And rage is a pretty powerful anesthetic."

When she was done answering the first question, Illy thought that she may have given away more than she originally wished. But in all honesty, she didn't really care. Her memories of army training and joining the Empire were bitter pills to swallow, but she took pride in the fact that she continually ended up coming out on top. In the end it was her, the frail little "lady", who got control of the platoon, got her due from her commanders and got a chance to show those boys how it was done.

Illy clenched her fist to resist the urge to smirk while she thought of her answer to the second question. She hadn't entirely realized at first but this was a tough one, and for a moment contemplated whether or not she wanted to be entirely forthcoming in her answer. Illy had to admit there were many parallels between her and the woman she had come to know as her Commander-in-Chief.

Her fist unclenched and she cracked her index finger, sitting up "Well let's see. What do I think of Admiral Daala?" Illy began "You want to know what I think of the woman who leads me, commands me, basically signs my paycheck? I like her just fine, thanks. I think she's a great leader, a hell of a tactician and in pretty much all military respects a fine woman." her tone seemed slightly hostile and laced with trace amounts of venom "You want to know what I think of her not letting her sex keep her down and successfully keeping a hold on her men? I say more power to her; galaxy could use more women like her."

The interrogators observed on one of the computer screens next to their desk that over the course of her last statement, Illy's face had increased temperature and her heart rate had quickly risen then just as quickly slowed back down. Taking note of these in a datapad in front of him, the first interrogator spoke into the microphone.

"Thank you. You are doing good." his garbled voice told Illy.

[Rain]

Okay, I've been trying really hard on this one but I can't really think of anything that hasn't already been answered in her profile...