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John Randall

The Abduction - Log 3

OFFICIAL LOG

LIEUTENANT JOHN RANDALL

USS CHALLENGER

 

(Personal Log Stardate 11607.11)

 

John awoke in his cabin on the small sofa in the living area. He sat up slowly, moaning all the way. His head felt like someone had turned it inside out; it hurt terribly. He remembered the device being put on his head by T'Shea, then nothing but pain.

 

He reasoned to himself that the Romulan female had her own version of the Klingon mind-sifter; he had heard horror stories about that particular device both at the Academy and aboard the Challenger. He could now attest to the validity of those stories personally.

 

He got up from the sofa, and nearly fell back onto it; he was very dizzy and closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to stop the room from spinning. He opened them again, and the dizziness was decreased to a point where he felt he could walk. He made his way toward the head and just did reach the commode in time as he suddenly became violently sick to his stomach, regurgitating what would come up.

 

It lasted for a few moments, and when he was finished, his body sagged weakly against the side of the commode. He felt drained, and simply sat there for a few minutes. He then got slowly to his feet, and looked at himself in the small mirror over top of a sink. He looked like death warmed over, and grinned slightly as a little voice in his mind said, Well, how did you expect to look?

 

He turned a knob on the faucet, and water came spewing out. He cupped his hands, and splashed the cold water on his face several times. It invigorated him slightly, and he turned the water off. He wiped his face with his shirt sleeves, and went back to the sofa, sitting down heavily onto it.

 

He looked at the chronometer on the small table against the wall to his left, and was startled by the reading he saw displayed. He had been unconscious for two days, according to it. He shook his head, which he instantly regretted doing as a new wave of pain hit him. He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa, and groaned.

 

His door chime sounded suddenly, and the door opened. John took his hands away from his eyes, which he had put there when he had moaned, and stared as a Romulan female, carrying a tray of what looked to be food, came into the cabin. She set the tray on the small table against the wall, and turned to regard him.

 

Speaking into a small tube hanging from her neck, she said, "This has been brought to you by order of Subcommander Aiel ra'Hajruillu. It has been checked for compatibility with your human physiology, and is safe for you to eat. When you are finished, simply leave the tray on the table, and someone will come to retrieve it."

 

She took a tricorder from her pocket and approached him. "I have also been instructed to scan you for a reading of your vital signs. I was told you might offer resistance. I would like to reassure you that this is simply a medical device, it will not harm you in any way. If you do offer resistance, I have been instructed to call a guard into the room, and you will be restrained."

 

John stared at her a moment, and the female looked steadily back at him. He thought she was truthful in what she had said, so he nodded at her. She activated the device, and passed it over the length of his body twice. When she was finished, she replaced the device in her pocket, and said, "Thank you." She then marched to the door of the cabin, which swooshed open, and she left.

 

John watched her go, then looked toward the table where the tray of food sat. He got up and walked to the table. He inspected the contents of the tray, and shrugged his shoulders. He thought to himself, 'It's probably drugged anyway, so I might as well eat to strengthen myself, then take another nap.' He then suited action to words, eating everything from the tray, and drinking the entire content of a large mug, which tasted like orange juice.

 

He finished eating, and as per instructions, left the tray on the table. He walked back to the sofa and lay down. After about five minutes, he was asleep. A little while later, the door of the cabin opened again, and the same Romulan female entered the cabin. She took out her medical device as she strode to the sofa where Randall lay sleeping. She passed the device over his body twice, then replaced it in her pocket. She walked to the table, collected the tray, and paused by the sofa momentarily, regarding the human. She took a hypospray from her pocket, and jammed it swiftly against John's arm. She hurriedly replaced it in her pocket, looked him over from head to foot, then exited the cabin.

 

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John awoke again around twelve hours later, according to the chronometer, and sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 'I knew the food was drugged,' he told himself, but he actually felt pretty good. The pain in his head had actually subsided to a dull roar, and he was no longer dizzy.

 

The door to the cabin opened, and in walked T'Shea. She strode over to the sofa, and paused in front of him. "Well, Lieutenant Randall, good to have you back with us," she purred. "Did you enjoy your sleep?"

 

John glowered up at her. "It was very restful, thank you," he said sarcastically, and the Romulan female's eyes widened. "Still you have the attitude, as you humans say," she said, shaking her head. Randall's eyes began to turn to ice as he stared at her. "Lady, you haven't seen attitude yet," he growled, and Aiel widened her eyes again.

 

"I must say, you are every bit the adversary I thought you would be," she answered, and John thought he actually detected a little respect in her voice. "Usually after the first session with my little invention, the subject is more in distress, both bodily and mentally. I can see you are indeed going to be my most resilient one yet. I relish the challenge, Lieutenant Randall. I urge you to fight me with everything you have."

 

John stared up at her, and his eyes were the most ice-blue Aiel had seen yet. "That's a promise, lady," he growled. "You will never get anything from me except my cold, dead body." She smiled at him. "I have heard those sentiments before, John, and every time I have emerged victorious."

 

Randall then stood up, and glared down at her. "Maybe, but you haven't heard them from me," he gritted, and her eyes widened again as she involuntarily took a step back from him. "You will kill me before you get anything from me," he repeated, and Aiel knew he meant every word of it.

 

She then said, "I came to tell you that we are approaching ch'Havran, and the Praetor wants to see you. That is the only reason you are not back in my lab. So enjoy this brief respite, Lieutenant Randall. You have another date with my little invention, and I look forward to it."

 

John glared at her. "I will take full advantage, lady, and I promise you, I will resist even more strongly on our next 'date'." Aiel regarded him a moment longer, then turned and exited the cabin. She was shaking her head as she walked down the corridor. This human would defy her to his last breath, she knew that now, and she did not like it. For the first time, she began to doubt whether she could actually get any information from Lieutenant John Randall. He was the most resilient being she had ever met, and she was admitting to herself; her resolve was beginning to weaken. She could never forget that he had killed her father, but now she knew firsthand what her father had written in his personal logs; the Starfleet officer was a dangerous man, and she now knew what her father knew; if she didn't kill him, he would kill her.

 

John sat down on the sofa after T'Shea left, and blew out his breath with a mighty wheeze. He had talked tough to the Romulan female, but he didn't know if he could survive another round with her mind-sifter. He was positive the next bout would involve increased strength with the device, and he wasn't sure he could handle it. But, at this point, all he had was bluster and his own courage and resolve. He would have to find a way to get through it. There was no cavalry coming over the hill for him, he was alone as he never had been before, and he knew it.

 

END LOG

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