funky station

I sit across from the kid in the dark interrogation room, with only the cheap desk lamp to illuminate the room. There was an incident today involving them. A terrorist attack, but the kid didn’t seem to be fully aware of what their goals were, let alone what was even going on. Their role in the group seemed to be a combat medic of some kind, their bag was full of medicinal chemicals and topicals, and the only weapon they had on their person was a simple combat knife. The kid stares through me and at one of the random posters on the wall. It’s a pitiful sight, this kid. Their hair is a tangled mess, they look like they haven't eaten in several days, and the glasses they wore were cracked.
Plus the handcuffs were more of a suggestion than anything.
I’m gonna get through to them, I have to.

Question One: What is your name?
I can’t just call them “kid” the whole time.
Answer: No response, they just looked kinda confused.
Right, this kid doesn’t even have a name. Calling them something generic doesn’t feel great though. Guess I’ll just ask them if they want a name?

Question Two: What do you want to be named?
Hopefully this goes somewhere.
Answer: The kid looks at the dogtags that dangle from their neck, then points at the bag of potato chips I gave them earlier. I also gave them a juice box, cause y’know, kids like juice! Right?
“Chip Bag?” I ask. The kid nods. Weird choice for a name, but better than nothing. Alright, next question.

Question Three: What was your role in the terrorist attack on this station?
They were the only operative we were able to bring in alive, but all of them seemed similar to Chip, just being children. It was a sad sight.
Answer: Chip just tilts their head in confusion, having yet to break their silence.
Were they not aware of what they have played a part in?

Question Three: What was your role in the terrorist attack on this station? What is your job?
Maybe that’s a better way of going about this…
Answer: Chip says one word. “Doctor.”
No shit, we caught them trying to get one of the other kids back up. Thank god we were able to apprehend Chip before they finished their work.

Question Four: How long have you been working this “job”?
What I wanted to ask was “How long have you been affiliated with this syndicate terrorist group?” but this seems a bit more clear to the kid.
Answer: Chip stares off at a random dark corner of the interrogation room. “Birth.”
Oh. It’s that flavor of child soldier bullshit. Nice one Syndicate scum. I’ll try to pull some strings so these kids can at least get a second chance here at Nanotrasen.

Chip seems to be shutting down again, I guess the interrogation can wait until we get to a Central Command outpost. An announcement plays over one of the loud speakers, “TWO MINUTES UNTIL EVACUATION.”

“Chip, It’s time to leave. The rest of this can be discussed later.” I say. Chip just stares and follows me to evac. I toss them another juicebox as they sit down in one of the shuttle seats in the security section of the evacuation ship. Poor kid.

(Wrote this back in like, November or so when i was working on a real backstory for Chip Bag, its probably a little bit corny and poorly written but we ball. I should also make the detective a real character once i start playing security )