Lieutenant Commander Samantha Archer, 5th Fleet, CO - LNS Endeavor
It had been 253 Hours now, since she had been captured. Interrogation and imprisonment by the Unioners after an ambush in Teaxas. Her loyalty was in question back in Liberty, by the lack of a response or rescue attempt. Or Perhaps the distress call had not gone through. She was beginning to think of herself as a Number, the way her captors called her 558. It wasn’t possible that she was becoming more like them, however. She had already been just like the kinds of people who had been torturing her for weeks now, and she imagined that was the reason she was here. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She formed a genuine smile, the dry skin cracking and starting to bleed again. She must look a mess. Now she just had an excuse, and no matter what the interrogators said, She was still Liberty's Mess. No more, no less. Today it would all end, and she would receive either the chance she needed or the oblivion her body craved.
"Stand, 558." The voice that assailed his ears was a new one, somewhat more powerful and handsome than the twisted, inexperienced little bastards who had been violating her so far. Somebody new then. As she climbed to her feet the Navy officer wondered if this one would ask the right questions. A pair of Guards rushed into the cell and dragged her out, her feet scraping the floor as they followed the new torturer down the dark hallways. Piteous moans erupted as they passed, and 558 grinned again. Pathetic swine, they were.
After a week of Captivity, and multiple interrogations, she had slowly familiarized herself with the Location. The Guards had gotten sloppy, complacent about her apparent submission to the routine, which is exactly what she had counted on. She let herself be brought in to the Interrogation cell, to once again be beaten viciously, to no avail. These were clearly amateurs, a smart torturer knows that beatings are essentially pointless, a victim will say anything to get pain to stop. Not that she spoke, of course, as she was dragged back to her cell.
Once in her cell, she took her skills and put them to use. She wasn't going to be able to charm the guards, nor could she overpower that many. She needed just one, however, to complete her plans. And that bumbling fool just entered her Cellroom. He glanced at her from the other side of the bars, A Mistake. Her eyes flashed a brilliant, swirling purple as she did not so much influence him, as -direct- him to approach her cell.
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