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

Posted by Captain Molly Holloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in The Enemy: Unknown Location
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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 Her head pounded, almost as if her brain had been replaced by a second heart, and she could barely feel her legs.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

The change in perspective was a welcome one. Molly exhaled in relief as she felt the pressure in her eyes and lungs return to normal, as well as her blood flowing back from her head to the rest of her body. The lightheadedness took a little longer to wear off, but the pressure in her head remained as the structure moved. Holloway was unsure whether her head was resting against something, or whether something had been attached to it. Either way, she was sure it was not for her own enjoyment.

It came as no surprise that the first face she saw was a Cardassian one. After all, those had been one of the two types of weapons the intruders had brought inside the Dresden. However, she had never seen Cardassian robes like the ones her present company was wearing. She let the man speak. And as the words left his mouth she knew that ‘man’ was a title he did not deserve. Not that there were a lot of Cardassians worthy of the name, in Molly’s opinion, but this one was a particularly vile one. She remained quiet.

Shivering slightly as her clothes were removed from her body, Molly’s gaze never left the black robed alien, establishing dominance, defiance, and the certainty that it didn’t matter what he did, she would fight back. As the cold air brushed her skin she didn’t struggle, she didn’t move, she didn’t protest, making it clear that she wasn’t bothered by his actions. Holloway was aware that the move was supposed to make her feel vulnerable, humiliated even, objectified. But the Farm had trained her exactly for those situations, and she was not going to give him the satisfaction of appearing weak.

And then he touched the device on his wrist, and Molly’s world vanished, replaced by unbounded pain and agony. After what seemed like an eternity, Molly returned to the echo of her own soul piercing scream, not even knowing she had uttered it. The Cardassian’s face mere inches from her own. Her chest heaving as she regained her breath and the pain on her body from straining against the restraints was nothing compared to what he had just put her through. This was technology like she had never seen and the Cardassian would not miss the slight panic in her eyes at the realization.

“Stop it!! You’re going to kill her!!” Finley yelled. She looked at the readout of the continuous scan she was running and saw the cardiac damage had increased. “Who do you think Our Lady will believe when I show her proof of the destruction you’ve inflicted, and tell her you wouldn’t allow me to treat the prisoner before continuing because you’re a Sadist? Remember, Morak, she knows you far better than most.”

For a split second, Molly thought about biting off his finger, and with the rage that coursed through her, she might be able to do it. But she decided against it. Instead, she spoke. The same venom in her voice that he had in his. “I don’t know who you think you are… Cardassian.” There was a particular deep hatred as she uttered the name. “But not only have you kidnapped a Federation officer, as you seem to think I’d be willing to betray my own in order to avoid any kind of pain you intend to inflict on me. You are wrong. I’d rather die than to tell you anything. So if that’s what it’s going to come to, you might as well just jump straight to that part and save us all some time, because this is all you’re going to get from me.” And without warning, Molly spat on his face.

Capt. Holloway, CIO

Davis knew Morak’s response to the insult would be death for their captive if she didn’t act immediately. She slipped herself between the two, hoping to distract him for the split second he’d need for his self preservation to take over from his rage. He was right in his belief that Our Lady would punish and possibly kill anyone who presumed to think they knew better than she did, or who cost her power or reputation. A dead Starfleeter, who had access to technology she wanted and killed by one of her followers, had to be near the top of that list.

“Just give me a little time and I’ll have her as good as new. Then you can torture her all over again for those secrets you’re so hot after.” Without waiting for a reply from the Cardassian behind her, Finley opened the medkit she’d brought with her to the interrogation.

—FD