Imperial Terran Empire

Posted on Sat Aug 24, 2019 @ 1:29pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit

1,244 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Plaga Navis
Location: Research Station Omega

High Security Laboratory
Level 14


Cup of coffee one hand, Dr. Jones strolled down the corridor after clearing his way through security munching happily on the remains of the sandwich he held in the other. Jones was certain that, by now, his latest subject of study would be more compliant toward cooperation with his requests for information. The Federation Captain was decidedly resilient to narcotics, to his own mystified fascination she was nearly impervious now to almost every drug in their considerable arsenal and keeping her unconscious had proven to be nearly impossible without the use of drug levels which endangered even her highly adaptive body. As a result, Jones had decided to try more conventional means of encouraging her to be more...

Compliant.


Torrance had protested his decision to send her to an agony booth, resulting in Torrance joining her in an agony booth of his own. Jones was in charge here. This was HIS domain and no one. NO. ONE. challenged his authority!


The doors to the punishment chamber opened, the musical sounds of Nathan Torrance howling in agony pleasing to Dr. Jones' ear. The Doctor smiled, immediately looking over to where the man writhed inside the agony booth, blue arcs of plasma energy dancing along his body as he thrashed in helpless pain. Jones smiled again, making sure Torrance could see him as he waved, popping the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth and chewing with delight before waggling his fingers at the man and turning away.

His gaze seeking out the subject of his interest, the Doctor's jaw dropped in disbelief. The Federation Captain stood inside her own agony booth, blazing arcs of deep purple plasma indicating the device was set at it's highest level slashing across her trim, athletic form. But she wasn't writhing. She wasn't screaming in pain. She was standing perfectly still, her pale skin reflecting the light of the energy plasma dancing along her skin. Her dark eyes blazed out at him, burning with a fierce hate that was astonishing. Quincy realized he had a full-blown erection to his own delight. He'd never been so turned on and excited in his life!

"How is this possible? She should be unable to stand, curled up on the bottom of the booth on the verge of a heart attack" he exclaimed, hurrying to the monitor unit for her booth which kept track of her vital signs. The Captain's heart was beating at a faster pace than her resting heart rate but nothing like he'd expect to see. Adrenaline levels had spiked, her blood was flush with oxygen but..

"This is incredible! The nanites suppress the effects of the plasma.. " Quincy breathed out. "She has burns from the energy but I don't see any indications that she's feeling the pain."

Oh she felt it. She felt every searing, scorching burst of the energy as it lashed at her figure. The booth's sensors continually shifted the stimulation points from one nerve cluster to another, keeping the subject in a constant state of agony. The implants within her body subdued and blocked the pain so that she remained completely functional. She was aware of the damage to her body, aware of what was happening but it was manageable still. So she waited. The part of Rhea Kennit's mind which was her and not Borg had long since faded into unconsciousness, unable to stand the intensity of the pain being generated so the Borg part of her had simply closed that off while the Queen waited.

She was very patient.

Her gaze locked on the man standing at the control console now, recognizing him - she smiled.

Dr. Jones was astonished. "She's smiling?! She's smiling?!" He couldn't help himself, he turned and walked around closer to gaze at the prisoner from just a few steps from the booth. "My god." Jones breathed out.

"Can you imagine what we could do if we could duplicate this. Put this technology into our personnel. Blocking pain like this. We would be unstoppable." Jones said.

The Queen's gaze assessed the changed dynamics within the chamber. Four guards in place, with Dr. Jones now here making five targets.

No challenge.

She stepped forward within the confines of the agony booth, still smiling as she looked at Jones. Subconsciously, he stepped closer as well to stand there gazing at her.

Her left hand rose and pressed against the thick plas-steel glass which enclosed her. Her nanites had absorbed the energy being provided now for some time, and her implants and internal systems were fully charged. She felt as if her body vibrated inside with the force of the energy inside.

Twin tubules snapped out from her left hand, releasing a massive power surge through the tubules which shattered the glass.

Jones let out a loud, startled scream that was cut off as the Queen grabbed him by the throat and jerked his body toward her and around, slamming him into the metal support of the now shattered agony booth knocking him out cold. She turned, facing the four guards coming at her calmly. Two of them attempted to stun her, their weapons energy easily deflected and absorbed by her shields. She lunged at the guards, the first killed through the use of the tubules in her hand again, driving them straight through his eye socket into his brain. The second she had other plans for, smiling at him as he charged at her with an enraged roar meant to intimidate her. She met his charge, side-stepping easily and grasping his arm to jerk him around and in close with her right arm around his neck. She brought her left hand up, assimilating him with a swift thrust of tubules and nanites into the side of his exposed throat.

She let him drop, knowing already he was hers. The two remaining guards were firing at her, to no effect. She took the dagger which the drone wore at it's waist and deftly threw it, watching through black eyes as the blade buried itself to the hilt in the guard's chest. The last guard tried to run.

He failed and joined his companion on the deck, jaw slack as the nanites did their work.

The drones could not be fully assimilated at this time. But they could be controlled and they were armed. That was all she needed.

She looked at Torrance for a moment. Smiled. And left him there as she moved to the computer console. The tubules in her hand snaked out again, this time connecting to the stations computer system. She locked down the entire level, internal sensors informing her that there were 11 additional personnel present. All in good time. Now linked to the computer as well, she walked slowly to were Dr. Jones was just starting to come around with a groan.

Crouching down next to him, she brushed his face with her finger tips. "And now my good Doctor. It is your turn to answer my questions."

"I have nothing to say to you.. you fucking bitch.. they'll come in here and you'll die!" Jones spat out at her.

"Oh," she purred as she smiled again. "You don't have a choice." she told him, twin silver tubules snaking out to jab into his neck as she assimilated him, and took everything from his mind. Everything he knew, every memory, every bit of knowledge he had she ripped from his mind and made her own.

 

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