Prisoner's Name: Diri Tiberia
Affiliation: Mercenary, freelancer
Crime: Assault of Federation personnel. Attempted kidnapping of Federation personnel. Conspiracy. Transport of controlled substances*. Possession of illegal goods*. Smuggling*. Murder of a Federation officer*.
*Charges identified and added after an inspection of her vessel, Megaera.
Report: A Smuggler's Wake. Diri Tiberia had chased after a vessel containing Federation personnel with the intent to disable the ship and capture them, though as of right now the motive for such an act is questionable at best.
Furthermore, an inspection of her vessel has turned up disturbing evidence to suggest she murdered an officer of the New Imperial Federation <REDACTED> Cargo includes several different types of space, all of which are regulated as controlled substances as per the Federation Measure of Transport and Movement of Dangerous and Illicit Goods Act. As such, she is also being charged with smuggling and possession of illegal goods.
The evidence against Diri Tiberia is absolute and thus trial is deemed unnecessary by the reporting officer. The guilty is hereby sentenced to death as per the Federation Code of Law section 4, paragraph 2, line 4 stating that "the murder of an officer, soldier, agent or person otherwise directly affiliated with the New Imperial Federation Navy, Army, Imperial Security and Intelligence Service, Space Force, Omega Order, Judicial Branch, Political Sector, Medical Wing or other position attached or otherwise connected to the New Imperial Federation government or military, is subject to execution without need for trial."
Evidence recovered from her astromech unit, which records show belongs to her, reveals a holo-recording showing Diri Tiberia knowingly and willingly shot an officer of the Federation without hesitation. Autopsy performed on the body shows the same ionization products present as those emitted by her blaster as recovered at the scene. Ballistics tests further prove that it was her blaster that killed the officer.
Scheduled time for execution: 1900 hours today.
Health Status: Aside from some slight brusing on her troso sustained during a scuffle with an unknown imposter aboard her own ship, health is good.
Diri sat quietly, in the small cell, leaning forward against her lap, trying to figure out where everything had gone south. It was hard to focus, for a couple of reasons not least of which being her concern for poor Squeaks. He had been shot before, sure, but this was the first time she had seen that level of damage on him. Worse yet, given the charged levied against her, she wasn't under any illusion that she'd see him again and, as such, they'd probably sooner scrap the poor droid than keep him around.
Rubbing her arms a little, feeling a chill run up her spine, Diri shivered, not from the cold but from the horrid orange jumpsuit she was forced to wear. It was an okay shade of orange, but it was baggy and only served to remind her that she had been arrested and unfairly treated. I'll give Lorga credit, at least his prisoner garb is a lot sexier than this.
She couldn't feel the emotions of anyone around her, no doubt too far away for her sense, which made sense she supposed. Best way to make a Zeltron freak out was to toss them in isolation a fair distance away from anyone and everyone where they'd have nothing to sense, no companionship or emotions to feel. Diri remembered hearing stories about some going insane, so deprived that they devolved into a self-destructive spiral, or worse, became sadistic killers, terrorizing people in order to make themselves feel better.
Or, maybe her isolation was just an effort to keep her far enough away that her pheromones wouldn't be able to affect anyone. Not that it mattered, she wasn't really interrogated, just thrown the prison garb, told to change into it and then thrown into the small cell, all while under the watchful- and isolated- eyes of the Stormtrooper's who's twenty minute air supplies ensured she wouldn't be charming or seducing her way out of this one.
Fine mess you've gotten yourself in girl, she thought to herself, unable to see a way out. She couldn't get a message off and she doubted anyone knew she was even captive on this ship. No doubt the whole thing would be kept under wraps, she'd be killed for defending herself against some insane officer and the galaxy would continue to spin around.
Though, perhaps death wouldn't be so bad. Squeaks was probably dead, her ship all but destroyed- or so it felt like- and even if she did get out, the Feds would keep her cargo which meant she'd have a very pissed off client who was probably already sending out bounty hunters after her because she hadn't yet arrived with his cargo. Guess I'm screwed no matter what. With another sigh, she tried to piece together what was going on. If nothing else, she'd like to know just how the party went from being a grand festival before being flipped on its head into dry-grad like that.