"Oh please, why would I have a glass of champagne with a slimeball like you?" Dustil would scoff at the Emperor, not caring who or how important he was. He depise the Imperials throughout his life, more now than ever actually.

An almighty crack went up from the ship, and the child who had spoken to Dustil fell to the ground in a haze of red, his life pouring onto the durasteel and running onto the sand. Gemmell handed the hunting rifle back to the guard next to him "Sights are set a little high Percy, I was aiming for the rapscallion's belly." he looked back to Dustil distracted having been shooting "No Champagne for you then young boy!"

Three of the other Stormtroopers began to fire on the group on the Durasteel, Dustil being held and forced to watch as all the adults, but no children, were picked off.

"Think its time to put you back in your cell now Mr Sushere.."

Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council

Then Gemmell told him it's time to put him back in his cell. He would simply responded, "Don't you think it's pointless to keep torturing me if you know you aren't going to find any information from me? Don't you think it would be better if you just let me go? It may be pleasurable for you, but you know you aren't going to get anything from me."