Darkness… Cold… Damp…

Strange, the sensations one feels as one claws back to consciousness against their will. Suspended upside down, unable to move, strained against straps that held the Chief Intelligence Officer suspended in place in some sort of rig.

Voices mumbling, growing louder as she fetl the pressure of something, a cold hand, against her face.

The mumbling growing louder, more connected and intelligible…

”…told you that a phaser burst at such close range was risky! She has cardiac damage that I need to repair, or your machines will kill her!”

A womans voice, speaking softly, urgently, irritation and… fear?… touching her tone

“And I told you to make her ready. We have questions that need to be answered. Now! Unless you want to be the one to explain to Our Lady why her prize posession, that cost her valuable troops was lost in your custody!”

The harsh tone of a man used to command, but even that tinged with something else… Fear as well?…

“Your custody, Morak. I would never do to another being what you are doing…”

A pause. A sigh. A shaken reply

Voices fading as consciousness drifted out again…

SGM with several hats (with permission given)