USS Wolverine
Melanie IV- Aggressive Questioning
Posted by Gamemaster Budgie (Gamemaster) in Melanie IV- Aggressive Questioning
Xekeer lead the way through the maze of corridors following the screams of Commodore Oper. It seemed like they had been walking for hours until they finally made it to their destination. There was a double a door in front of the group and Xekeer opened it. The room was very dimly lit but Darkliss and T’Pris could just make out three chairs designed to restrain occupants. Commodore Oper was already in a chair. Her arms, legs and head were held in place by metal restraints. The Romulans roughly placed Darkliss and T’Pris in the chairs, Darkliss faced Commodore Oper and T’Pris was placed in full view of Darkliss and Commodore Oper. All of them were restrained by the metal restraints. Xekeer smiled at the three of them.
“Make yourselves comfortable. We’ll be here a while.” He stated and turned to a guard.
“Fetch the Admiral. He should be present for this.” The guard nodded and hurried away.
“Now, you might be wandering what is going on here. Why have we captured you? Well, the Commodore has some information that we need. She has been reluctant to relinquish it. We have been..... persistent but she has remained stubborn. We believe she requires more incentive, that is where you both come in.” He smiled and waited letting that sink in.GM Budgie
So that was it. No questions, Darklis thought. She felt the restraints. On one level she was glad to be seated and not walking but the hospitality she felt was going to degrade quickly. She felt herself start to panic but closed her eyes to steel herself. The last thing she needed was for the Commodore to lose resolve because of her. Her arm ached from where she had been roughly handled into place and she focused on that. In chess a Queen was far more important than what, a couple of bishops? She didn’t feel herself as important as a Rook and nothing like a Knight. In her mind she envisioned a chess board; she could play whole games in her mind playing both sides. Had Mary been in this chair herself? She glanced over to T’Pris who looked utterly composed. Darklis remained silent. What was there to say? Her eyes looked at the restraints as they were and as she was able. Was this the end?
- Darklis