Commodore Oper groaned. Her head was sore and it was wet. Probably blood. She thought as she opened her eyes slowly. She blinked to clear her vision and took in her surroundings. She was in a simple cell. The walls were smooth, save for a metal door with a slit, there was also a barred window high up on one of the walls that let in some sunlight. She tried her best to slow her breathing. How long she had been here she didn’t know. They had come so quickly, but how? She thought to herself. Her mind was racing trying to come up with answers that she didn’t have. She tried to guess how long it had been since she was taken. To where? She thought. She’d been blindfolded, bound and gagged and then struck on her head and rendered unconscious. They had been clever and fast. Her stomach growled with hunger and she looked around the cell. She spotted a bowl with bread and there was a cup for water. She rushed over and guzzled the water and then began to eat the bread hungrily. She could feel the sweat dripping down the back of her neck soaking her uniform as she eat. When she was done she moved over to the bed at the back wall and sat down thinking. She tried not panic, surely they would come. Starfleet must know that she had been captured. Stay calm. Stay calm. She thought to herself as she sat and waited.

Hours went by with nothing. Not a sound. She was beginning to almost think that no one would come for her. Then, she heard footsteps. From the sounds of them, there were several people coming towards the door. Her mind raced, trying to come up with the best plan of action. She made up her mind in an instant, she would try and fight her way out. She grasped the cup in her right hand and stood by the door. Her best opportunity would be when they first entered the room, they wouldn’t suspect her to be so awake and ready to fight against all odds. Her heart pounded in her ears as she tried to control her breathing. The door opened and she pounced in an instant on the strangers, there were 4 in total. She slammed into the first Romulan to step through the door putting him off balance. He fell to floor with a thunk and a curse in Romulan. She followed that up with a kick to his face and felt her foot connect. She then spun round, the next three were prepared this time, two of which held rifles. They moved on her at once. She flailed out trying to keep them at bay, throwing punches and kicks but they were too strong and relentless. After what seemed like minutes- but was close to seconds- one of the Romulans slammed the butt of his rifle into her head. The world went black and she slumped to the floor. The Romulans looked to each panting slightly with the exertion.
“Well one things for sure, she’s definitely feisty.” The leader said to the others with a grin, wiping his brow. The other three grunted with ascent.
“Pick her up and take her for questioning. We have....things to discuss.” He stated with malice in his voice. They picked her up and made their way out of her cell, along a short corridor and into a separate room. Sounds of banging could be heard from another cell as they walked. The Romulans ignored it.

Oper Keme awoke again. She groaned and went to rub her throbbing head and found that her hands were bound to a table. Confused, she looked down and tried to move them again. The restraints were tight and held her secure to the table- it was solid metal and she sat on a hard metallic chair that felt cold against her. She looked up to the sound of a Romulan clearing his throat.
“Ahh, you’re awake Commodore. Good, its about time. You’re little fight earlier was..... admirable.” He stated although it sounded as though he anything but admired her. Oper just glared at him through gritted teeth.
“You might be wondering, why you are here and why we have captured you, so easily. We’ll get to that. In the meantime I have questions that I need answers too most urgently.” He stated.
“You will provide them. One way or another.” He stood up and walked over to Oper who just stared, with hatred and defiance in her eyes.
“Tell me. Why were you monitoring us? What does Starfleet have planned for us?” She spat back for a response. The Romulan tsk’d as he stepped back shaking his head.
“Now, now. That won’t do. It just won’t do.” He motioned for one his men.
“Fetch the implements. It seems Commodore Oper wants to play this the hard way.” The other Romulan nodded, left and returned moments later with the implements. Commodore Oper straightened at the sight of them, all of them more nefarious looking than the rest. The leader picked up one of the tools, turning it over in his hand. It was a long rod like implement one might use for herding cattle.
“Tell me, Commodore. Why are you monitoring us? What is Starfleet planning?” He asked and jabbed her with the rod.

Commodore Oper screamed.

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