Poe Dameron knew since the moment the
stormtroopers seized him and dragged him to their black dressed and
masked leader, that he made a mistake. A deadly mistake.
Now he was on a Star Destroyer of the First Order and he was pretty
sure, that there would be no escape. Soon the interrogations would
begin and he wasn't sure, how long he could resist the torture. He
regretted that he was unable to swallow the poison capsule, that each
Resistance pilot got in order to avoid falling in the hands of the
enemy alive. His thoughts were interrupted when the cell door opened
and two stormtroopers entered. One of them took brutally his bounded
hands and forced him to stand. "Come, Resistance scum!" They drove Poe
through a long passage. When he became slower, they hit his knee pits
with a blaster rifle muzzle and he stumbled. Again he was brutally
forced to stand. He knew what would come, would be far more cruel than
this. He shivered.
When they had finally arrived their destination, the stormtroopers
pushed him in a room, which was dominated by a strange looking
apparatus. One of the stormtroopers loosened his handcuffs and together
they pulled the resisting pilot on the apparatus and fastened him
firmly. Then they left him alone and closed the door. When the door
opened again, a man in an officer's uniform entered the room. Behind
him floated an imperial interrogation droid. Poe swallowed hard, when
the droid floated toward him.
When Poe Dameron regained consciousness, he found himself again in the
arrest cell. His head ached terribly and he tasted blood in his mouth.
He lifted slowly his bounded hands and swept his face. He winced, when
he grazed a wound under his right eye. The officer has really did a
good job with his interrogation droid. Again and again he had asked
about the whereabouts of the map, which Dameron received from Lor San
Tekka on Jakku, before the First Order attacked the village. Only this
single question. And each time the pain were more intense, which he had
to suffer. Finally he couldn't bear the pain any longer and lost his
consciousness. He didn't told anything and he hoped, that his
astromechdroid BB-8 would have enough time, to bring the map to General
Organa in the Resistance headquarter. But he was aware that they would
call him again soon. He wasn't sure, if he could hang on.
Poe Dameron had lost track of time and didn't knew how many times they
called him from his cell and tortured him. This time they even didn't
bother to bring him back in his cell. They simply left him in the
apparatus, which he called torture stool in his mind. He felt blood
trickling the left side of his face. When the door of the room opened,
he expected to see one of his well-known tormentors. But it was another
one, who entered the room. It was the black dressed and masked man, who
had the supreme command during the attack on the village in the Kelvin
Canyon. He approached Poe and asked as to scorn, if he is comfortable.
It seemed that he knew exactly who Poe is. Then he said: "I'm
impressed. No one has been able to get out of you, what you did with
the map." The pilot didn't want to show weakness and answered: "Maybe
you rethink the technique."
Suddenly the black dressed man lifted his hand and Dameron felt an
uncanny pressure, when his head was pressed back. "Where is it?"
Because of the overstretched neck he had difficulties to swallow. He
struggled for breath. He resisted desperately. The pressure in his
throat ceased. Then he felt it and he nearly vomited. Something, no,
someone had penetrated his mind. This groping search with invisible
fingers in his brain made him nearly mad. He screamed. Before he lost
consciousness entirely, he heard his torturer say to a ginger-haired
officer that he would know now, where the map was. They now had no
reason to let him alive.
When Poe regained consciousness a stormtrooper stood guard. A second
stormtrooper came in and said: "Ren wants the prisoner." The
stormtrooper released him from the apparatus, shackled his hands and
drove him out of the room .
Poe Dameron was prepared to die. He only regretted that it wouldn't be
in battle.