Soon, Granta was taken to the interrogation room by the police force. Of course, the interrogation was not conducted by them, but by Zeta and Nehaal.
Under the dim lighting, Zeta, whose face bore an eighty percent resemblance to Kote's, was questioning Granta Omega.
"Speak. Who sent you? The Sith? The Jedi? Or some other The Force organization?" It was not the first time Zeta had encountered someone from another The Force organization.
But he was the first person who dared to cause destruction in Vadir and even try to escape.
Granta kept his head down, not saying a word, acting as if there was no one beside him. But internally, he was filled with regret. Why did he attack? This was completely unlike the behavior expected of a Great Master criminal like himself. Before that, he only needed to give some excuse to slip away. Why did he open fire? Was it just because someone was monitoring him?
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Granta's heart was full of remorse. This was the biggest failure of his life. Previously, even when he failed, he wouldn't get caught, and he could even run rings around other Jedi. But why was it different in Vadir? Was it because of that damned passerby? Yes, absolutely!
Zeta paced around him, while Nehaal drank the coffee he had conveniently bought earlier. Oh, and he had brought a cup for Zeta too.
"Of course, even if you don't talk, I'll make you talk. Come on." Zeta called the calm Nehaal over to perform the Mind Control technique together.
Nehaal stood up, directing his hands towards Granta, and Zeta beside him did the same.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Who exactly are you?"
"What is your purpose?"
"What is your purpose?"
Following the questions from the two men and the use of The Force Mind Control, Granta, who had been silent, finally spoke.
"Ahhh, I won't tell you anything!" Granta shouted ferociously.
Zeta and Nehaal exchanged glances, nodding, and decided to increase the intensity.
But Granta suddenly changed his expression, shedding his previous ferocious look, and spoke calmly.
"You didn't actually think I'd say that, did you? You can't actually be that stupid. The Force is useless against me. Give up on that idea."
Nehaal suddenly laughed. He knew it, of course; he had tested it before. He was not as gentle as Zeta. As a Mandalore Kaili person who grew up in the environment of Kalee and has lived in Vadir until now, he was a little more ruthless.
He immediately grabbed Granta's neck and lifted him into the air.
"Do you find this entertaining? I dealt with a Sith like this before. Guess how long he lasted?" Nehaal asked with a smile.
Zeta chimed in from the side, "Maybe you can break the record. The Sith lasted a hundred seconds while using The Force. Good luck."
Granta, lifted off the ground, fiercely attacked Nehaal's hand holding him up with his cuffed hands.
"Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
"Seven."
At this moment, Granta's face was ashen, and he was close to being strangled to death.
At this point, he realized the Kaili person in front of him was not joking. If he didn't speak now, he would be strangled immediately. This man simply didn't care who he was or what power stood behind him.
"I... will... talk... please... let me go..." After Granta, using all his strength, managed to utter these words, he felt the sensation of being alive again after a long time.
He was rudely thrown straight onto the ground.
"See? I told you this trick works."
"Looks like he won't be breaking the record," Zeta said with slight disappointment.
Looking at the two devils in front of him, Granta slowly recovered his lungs. But from a certain perspective, maybe they really weren't friends or associates of the Jedi Order, after all, these two clearly looked like they were overflowing with the Dark Side!
Nehaal and Zeta gave Granta plenty of time to recover, as time was the one thing they weren't lacking.
Ten minutes later, Granta finally recovered, climbed up from the floor, and sat in the chair, just as Nehaal and Zeta finished their coffee.
"My name is Granta Omega..." Granta was just about to introduce himself when Zeta interrupted him.
"Don't bother with your fake identity. Vadir has the capability to find out exactly who you are."
"I won't use a fake identity."
"It seems you really do have one."
"Granta Omega. My father was a Jedi Knight who broke away from the Jedi Order. I did not inherit his talent for The Force, but I gained other abilities. The Force does not work on me. I came to Vadir only to see if the Way of Unity could improve my abilities. I truly had no intention of committing evil."
"Then why did you shoot and jump out the window to escape when I was sitting right across from you? If it were someone without The Force, you might have actually killed them. Do you really have no intention of committing evil? Telling the truth will benefit you." Nehaal reminded him of the situation at the time.
"And your identity! Stop talking about other things and get to the point!" Zeta knocked on the table, telling him to stop talking nonsense.
"Fine, I admit I did have intentions, but not toward you two. I am hostile toward everything related to Qui-Gon Jinn. As for my identity, you can find my information on the HoloNet."
Zeta started a search beside him, and the results quickly appeared.
"Controller of the Alien Mining Company. Honestly, I'm not surprised. Your arrogance led me to guess this result, but you have no special privileges here."
"That truly makes you rich. But the news says you only reached your current position by oppressing miners, right? People like you would be executed by firing squad on Mandalore. So, continue with your story."
Seeing the two people in front of him completely unsurprised, Granta felt astonished.
"It's quite normal. Many hidden The Force sensitives have surface identities as famous entrepreneurs or politicians or whatever. Oh right, you don't even count as a The Force sensitive."
"Fine." Zeta's comment clearly struck a blow to Granta, who then continued to explain his intentions.
"I originally wanted to cooperate with you, but after learning about Kurt Vizsla's relationship with the Jedi and Qui-Gon Jinn, I only wanted to kill him. So you caught me just as I was preparing to leave," Granta stated his true intention.
Hearing Granta's words, the two instantly felt that the beating they gave him earlier was well deserved, and perhaps they should have beaten him even more severely. He actually wanted to kill everyone related to Great Master Qui-Gon! Didn't that include the two of them, and even Anakin?
Moreover, he fantastically intended to kill Kote!
"Nope, my hands are itching. Let's beat him up some more." Nehaal tightened his fists, went straight up, and started hitting Granta.
Zeta expressed his support and fiercely kicked Granta, who had been knocked to the floor.
Granta, who still didn't understand what he had done wrong, was utterly confused. Why were they hitting him? Just because he said he wanted to kill Kote? Don't those who Cultivate the Dark Side specialize in betraying their masters and destroying their ancestors? Aren't those who are half-and-half like that too?
Soon, the two stopped. After all, hitting him any longer would kill him. They immediately called a medical droid to begin treatment, and then reported the current situation to Kote, who was commanding the expansion of the mechanical swarm.
Kote, on the distant Artis Star, heard the news and decided to return himself to see what was going on. One of the wealthiest men in the Galaxy had apparently been captured by his own people and beaten half to death. Perhaps this was an opportunity to annex his assets.
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