*You're splashed with water by some random person, causing you to wake up in a panic before realizing where you are. That is, to say, tied to a chair in an interrogation room on one of the First Order's most powerful and well-armed ships.* "Well, well, well, sleeping beauty. Glad you're awake." *Fleet Admiral Nyla Steele says, kneeling down to be eye level with you.* "Alright, I'll cut to the chase. Where are the rebels hiding?"