Trax would feel consciousness returning to him slowly but surely. When his eyes finally opened it was to the realization he was on his back strapped down to a bio-table of some kind with his hands above his head. His wrists were secured by strong leather bindings, with another binding around his neck, chest, waist, and two along his legs and feet. All in all he was well and truly secured with little wiggle room to move. His medical uniform was still in place though a small burn hole on his lower chest was evident.

Turning his head what little he could see in front and side to side he found he was in a a green-silver toned room. Maybe a medical bay of some sort, two more tables, empty but similar to what he was bound on were next to him to left and right. Ahead of him was a control console with a burly Cardassian in a black uniform working on some kind of medical tool set. The Cardassian didn’t seem to yet notice Trax was awake, though granted there was little he could do given his bound state.

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