The room was cold, the dim lighting casting sharp shadows on the walls. The soldier sat on a hard metal chair, obviously nervous about being called in for a interrogation. Commander Varezith stood, tall and composed, observing him silently from the corner of the room. A soft hiss of her breath filled the air as she exhaled, stepping forward slowly.

"You're the only survivor, soldier That speaks volumes," she said in a tone that was cool but undeniably direct. "I know it's difficult to recall every detail, but we both know the Rebels attacked. Your memory is our best weapon now."

Varezith leaned in, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly, calculating every movement. "Think. Focus on the faces, the sounds... What did you hear before the explosion? What did you see?"