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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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Trax took in what he could see of the room to memory as he faked still being asleep. The lack of decor really was bland. All he could think of was his mother and her lack of love from all this dishonor. A Cardassian?? on this ship?? so he knew of a few orions and now a Cardassian too. what else?? He knew he should never say that it always gets worse when someone says that. He was starting to feel a bit Clostephobic. After a bit, he tried to communicate with the Cardassian. He tried to play this off as some silly misunderstanding. “What’s going on here what do you want??” Trax asked flatly.

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The Cardassian turned at Trax’s words. “..Ah your awake. Well to answer your question. What is going on here is I am preparing a hypospray for a genetic test on yourself. As for what I want? I just want to get paid for my work..” He said with a shrug still working on the hypo.

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