"There is nothing that you can do to make me talk," the man they managed to capture said. Dron had to strain to understand the man's voice. He was talking in a language Dron could understand, but his syntax was off. All of his words had a strange twinge, a long sss sound.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you." Kraznek leaned forward and grabbed the man's hair.
The group of them managed to drag the captive into a small shelter they'd found tucked between two large rock formations. It wasn't much, barely more than three walls and a roof, but it gave them enough cover that they wouldn't be seen from above. More importantly, it gave them somewhere to question the man without worrying that one of his people would hear him screaming if things got to that point.
Dron hoped they wouldn't.
