Posted by Captain Molly Holloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in The Enemy: Unknown Location

Posted by Gamemaster Wolfe Of Chaotica (Senior Gamemaster) in The Enemy: Unknown Location
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)

Slowly, consciousness began to seep back into Molly’s dormant body. Her head pounded, almost as if her brain had been replaced by a second heart, and she could barely feel her legs. Despite the pounding she felt awfully lightheaded, and for a moment Holloway tried to work out what had happened to her. She was on her way to the Bridge… walked to the turbolift…

Her chest hurt at the memory. There had been something… a power surge maybe? Where was she? Where were the isolinear chips? Where was her pistol…

Instinctively, Molly reached for the holster she carried on the small of her back, only to have her wrist catch on something holding it in place. Immediately opening her eyes, her surroundings were obscured by the fact that the only light source seemed to be cast on her, making the rest of the room impossible to distinguish. Not to mention the fact that she was looking at the area wrong side up. Memories of the interrogation table Tomas had strapped her to flooded her mind, and it took a second for Molly to adjust herself to the light and to clear her head from further thoughts.

Trying to keep a cool head, Holloway ignored the strain her current inverted position was causing on her lungs, and evaluated her options. As she was wearing her workout clothes instead of her uniform, and therefore had no collar to keep it hidden, the small gold cross of her mother’s Rosary had settled on her nose. The light touch making it itch. Shaking her head to try to move its position to a different place, two words came to Molly’s mind. Our Lady. Holloway was far from the believer her mother had been, but somehow she felt she had heard the name very recently, although she couldn’t exactly pinpoint when, where, or in what context. It felt etherial… almost as if she had heard it in a dream…

Slowly she tested the straps that secured her in place one by one, to no avail. At this point she was sure she wasn’t on the Dresden anymore. Her mind filling with questions. Where was she? Was she alone? Were there more members of the crew with her? Where was Calvin…? Her thoughts went back to their encounter with the Jem’Hadar, and she shook them away. If she wanted to keep her sanity, it was better for her not to think about that particular encounter. It was clear that whatever this was it had been premeditated. Done by someone, possibly the humanoids that had boarded the Dresden. If that was the case she was sure someone would have noticed by now that she was awake, so she might as well accelerate the process. Molly didn’t feel like waiting much longer, and she was getting tired of being upside down.

“Hello?” She said into the room. “Is anybody here?”

Capt. Holloway, CIO

As she spoke, the murmur of distant voices stopped abruptly, moments passing before the rig in which she was locked began to rotate, her view gradually turning the world right side up. Points of pressure could be felt from something on her head. The sound of boots slapping against deckplates resolved her sight into a face cast in stark relief… A Cardassian face, absent the uniform so familiar to most Starfleet officers. Instead, he was dressed in some sort of shapeless black robes, with red script running vertically up the front. The confident arrogance all too common to Cardassians dripped from his voice “Welcome, thing. I certainly hope the restraints aren’t too terribly restrictive. Allow me to make you more comfortable” With a gesture, two unseen guards stepped forward and unceremoniously ripped her clothes from her body. Uncomfortably cold air swept over her naked body, raising goosebumps almost immediately. Her captors voice began again, venom joining his arrogance “You are nothing here. You have no rights. No freedom. Your very existence serves to please me. Now… I’m going to ask questions, and I expect honest, complete and instant answers. Disobedience will be punished.” He paused to stroke a button on a device on his wrist. There was a hum, before all existence was obliterated by untold agony that seemed to last forever. Eventually the agony ceased and began to fade, her captors face mere inches from her own, licking his lips with glee, he whispered “the Klingons may be animals, but they do understand pain… Now… You will tell me a story, thing… yes… tell me a story all about how to access your classified files aboard your Dresden” A finger traced the outline of her face, slowly, softly, as he let out a delighted chuckle.

SGM