The crew that had been beamed aboard the Cardassian vessel found themselves confined in a cell designed for half the amount of people that was forced into it. The sadism of the Cardassians would be completely clear when they looked out the forcefield doorway and saw their XO strapped to a table. A pair of Cardassians in their sharp styled armor uniform were preparing tools in front of where Taggart lay at an angle to the floor. One of them grabbed something akin to smelling salts and waved under Taggart’s nose to get a response from him. “Wake up, creature. We wish to talk.”

-GM