Behind Enemy Lines...AGAIN

[NDak 0]

Co-Authors Note: Much "thanks" are in order to my Co-Star Mr. Anderson for lending his "services" to me for usage of this log. Hope you all enjoy it…sorry I know it’s long.

 

The following Arcadia/Talon production has been rated PG for Mild Violence. Some viewer discretion is advised.

 

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John had just walked off the bridge and into the Turbo lift. He had just gotten permission from Commander Jaruq to interrogate the Daise Dheno, the Talon's Chief of Security. His job was to find out what happened on the Talon and what threat the Squids posed to the Arcadia. The pressing matter at hand, he thought, was the location of the Commander Dacotah; but he knew this would have to wait.

 

His primary duty was to figure out what to do about the Talon and the Squids and report in his findings of how the entrenched battle with the Khre'Riov happened. If he had the time and the opportunity he would ask the Daise Dehno all that he knew about Cdr. Dacotah, but John knew this was a whole other ballgame.

 

As he rode down the life he knew he wouldn't be able to spend much time with the prisoner. He would have to go in, ask the questions, and if he wouldn't cooperate he would use to least amount of force he possibly could to weasel out any information from him. He would give the Daise Dheno a ultimatum and that was it; he could either cooperate or not and it would be in the Daise Dheno's best interests to cooperate.

 

He also knew that he would have to play with the Daise Dheno's mind and try to crack him. John was aware that he was probably still under the Squids influence, and he also knew he could use this as a weapon during the interrogation.

 

John had a padd in his hand that he was reading on the ride down, it contained all the available information that Starfleet Intelligence had on Daise Dheno Destorie N'Dak. It was not much be he had to use what was available to him.

 

He stepped off the turbo lift and proceeded down the hallway. He was becoming both anxious and quite nervous as he walked along. He had never done anything like this before, but he had this feeling of hatred and anger for the Romulans after his experience on board their ship. He knew he would have to try and control himself as best he could, but there was no guarantee that he'd be able to contain himself.

 

He walked up to a door and he looked up at the label, it read "Interrogation Room". He nodded to the two Marines that were standing guard by the door. He took a deep breath and prepared to walk into the room.

 

"It's game time." he said.

 

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Destorie had been brought into a room marked ‘interrogation.’ He was sat in the center of a room, in which there was two chairs on opposite ends of a rectangular table. The rest of the room was blacked out, excluding this one area where a bright light shone from above.

 

The Marine contingent that brought him into the room sat him down in one of the chairs and cuffed him to the table which was bolted down to the ground incase he thought of running away.

 

They did not say a word to him as they walked off into the shadowy area of the interrogation room to watch and see.

 

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As the door opened, Destorie looked over the young officer who had walked in. He recognized him as the same officer who had been on Skoru with him. John...John Anderson was his name. Destorie gave him an odd quirky look as he looked him over.

 

John walked over to the opposite side of the table and took a seat. He placed a PADD down on the table with Destorie's mug on it.

 

Then it hit him. He looked at him again. Then spoke to him In Klingon, mainly so the guards couldn’t figure it out, but secondly because he was curious.

 

"Your mother is Julia Anderson," He continued in Klingon. "You...you used to go to Qo'Nos to visit her correct?"

 

"What did you just say?" said John.

 

He gave Destorie and shocked look, he was amazed that for one he spoke Klingon, but that secondly he also knew who is mother was.

 

"Yes, I did." he replied in Klingon, so that the Marines couldn't guess what they were speaking of.

 

"My mother was Ambassador t'Sevik. I believe we met before on more...hospitable terms."

 

His eyes opened wide. That's where he knew Destorie from he reconginzed him from his youth. "Yes. I remember you know."

 

"But that is the past now isn't it?"

 

"Yes, yes it is....." he said, with a momentary pause that followed.

 

"Perhaps in different time we would be friends now, but we have crossed the point of no return..."

 

"Very true. But this discussion isn't about me. This is about you."

 

Destoire nodded as if he knew that was going to be the next thing said.

 

"Au should know I will tell au nothing..."

 

John glanced down at the padd and then looked back up at Destorie. "With the proper assertion I could have you tell me anything I wanted. But I won't do that unless you choose not to cooperate."

 

"Now to the problem at hand," said John. "What are you and the squids planning?? And for what reason??"

 

"I doubt au have the heart for violence..." Destorie grinned. “As I said I will tell au nothing...."

 

John let out a sigh "Mr. N'Dak, I will only ask you this one more time. What are you and the squids planning?? And for what reason??"

 

"I am na at liberty to discuss my allies’ plans with the enemy."

 

John slammed the PADD he had in his hand down on the table. He stood up and walked over to Destorie. He grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. John placed his free hand at the Daise Dheno's throat.

 

Destorie tried not to show much emotion. "So au learned to be violent after all..."

 

"Now as you are aware you filthy Pa'tak! I could kill you in second. I could shatter your neck with a whim of my hands or choke you to death.

 

"But dead men do na talk..."

 

"Slightly mutated ones however, do tend to cooperate. I can cut that pretty little face into shreds so that not even you will know that it's you when you wake every morning."

 

Remembering the last time he saw Anderson fight...he knew he would too.

 

Still clinging onto Destorie’s head, John slammed it down onto the table. Trying to knock some sense into him. He pulled his head back up, still clinging onto his hair. Destorie's head slammed off the table, he felt blood running down his face from his nose.

 

"Now you can answer the question, or I can return you to the squids looking nothing like you do now; to be their slave for the rest of your life. Now answer the QUESTION!"

 

"What did au say? NA IO! I mean NA IO. Enslaves a Rihan!"

 

"We are na there slaves..." he recoiled defensively.

 

John slammed Destorie's head back into the table "You will not raise your voice to me! Now what do you say! Are you going to cooperate or shall I get my dagger...."

 

"So what do you say....." John replied one more time.

 

"Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K" said Destorie.

 

John let out a sigh.

 

Destorie starred at the wall, making sure not to make eye contact with John.

 

John proceeded into the shadowy area of the room and spoke quietly with one of the Marines. The Marine said something, and then handed John an object. John nodded and walked back into the lighted area and walked back over to Destorie.

 

Destorie kept his eyes locked on the wall.

 

"I will only say this one more time. What are the Squids planning?? What do you know??"

 

John had a hand behind his back and the other on the back of Destorie's neck.

 

"Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K"

 

Destorie had learned his lesson the last time he was on this ship, he would not fall pray to their tricks again.

 

"What a shame then." replied John.

 

Behind his back John had a blindfold, he proceeded to wrap it around Destorie's eyes.Tying it tightly. Destorie sat motionless. Thinking to himself "Nothing he can to me can come close to what the Squids will do if they find that I told them anything."

 

There was a shuffling in the room as the Marine's that were hanging around in the shadows came forward. N’Dak had been interrogated before, by the Klingons...this would be nothing.

 

John spoke quietly to the Lieutenant in command. "Give me a blade. Also pretend as if you leaving the room." He said in a whisper so that only the Lieutenant could hear.

 

Destorie heard whispering...but couldn't make it out. A sign the *fun* was about to begin.

 

The Lieutenant nodded and gave him a knife with a relatively large blade. He then motioned for the Marines to leave but in reality to only pretend to leave. They shuffled as the whish of the door opening was heard.

 

Destorie heard the door and prepared for what was coming. The Marines then crept quietly back into the shadows and the door whished closed.

 

Now secure that he was alone with Mr. Anderson, he almost grinned. "So au have blind folded me have au...old trick. And If au think I am going to talk au is sadly mistaken."

 

"Well, see. Mr. N'Dak." John then walked back over to Destorie and with one quick swipe of the knife, made a large vertical gash on Destorie's cheek. Destorie flinched slightly. "Perhaps I should send you back in pieces...." said John.

 

He took another swipe at his arm, creating another gash.

 

"Fine. But au will have that on aus conscious." replied Destorie.

 

John scoffed "No. I will be happy to have rid the Universe of flith such as yourself."

 

"Yy'a an innocent Rihan. I am sure that would look wonderful on aus Lloann'na Galea record." replied Destorie in a snide tone.

 

"The ways, in this situation Mr. N'Dak. Definitely outweigh the means." said John, with the knife still in hand

 

"Do na attempt to lecture me on morality Mr. Anderson. Aus people are even more barbaric than those dogs you ally auself with—the Klingons! At least my race never killed each other on the basis of race or religion! And as is I said I will tell au nothing." replied Destorie.

 

John proceeding on, ignoring Destorie. "Hmmm...Perhaps I should bleed you to death like the pig you are." He brought the knife up to Destories neck.

 

"Noooo. I want you to suffer...." added John.

 

Trying to keep his cool on the outside was becoming more difficult for Destorie. He was testing his captor to see just how far he would let him go before he actually did something drastic. "Au so you are na better than us then?” Destorie said, “After all au claim to be the more 'moral' people, but at your heart and soul au is na better than us."

 

"Then set aside your foolish pride and answer the damn question!" replied John.

 

"I don't care about your lectures, or your riddles, I will kill you now if I have too." John added.

 

"My pride...do na make me laugh. That is why au is here isn't it? Au could na handle us being chosen as superior by the Squids!" replied Destorie

 

He scoffed again "Nonsense, the Squids are fools. And they knew we were too superior to be controlled, so that is why they joined you." said John.

 

"Jealousy." said Destorie.

 

John handed the knife off to one of the Marines, and gave Destorie a good right jab in the jaw.

"In does na matter, they chose us and our mission is na aus concern. You have kidnapped a member of the Rihan Galae...." he stopped mid sentence due to the fist.

 

"Now, do you want me to break your jaw and torture you to death? Or will you tell me what the Squids are doing." said John.

 

He spit the green blood from his mouth. "If aus is so interested why do au na simply ask them?" Destorie replied.

 

"Well if I could do that I wouldn't be here right now, would I." replied John.

 

Destorie grinned knowing that was going to be the answer.

 

John saw the grin, and give him another hard jab into the ribs. Just hard enough to not break any of his ribs; but to only bruise a few. Destorie let out a cough.

 

"I have told au all that au needs to know...Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K" replied Destorie.

 

"Well it seems my efforts to beat the information out of you has been in vain. I might as well send you back to the Squids to serve as there slave for the rest of your life." said John.

 

"We are na there slaves...and when the mothership arrives...au will reget the day au ever said that.. Au will be crushed like t’Rexan…"

 

He stopped himself mid-sentence.

 

John let out a laugh, noticing that Destorie had finally let something slip. Perhaps if he angered Destorie enough perhaps he'd break from the Squids control. "....Or do you mean you'll go crawling back to your Masters because you got picked on by the mean Humans." said John trying to throw more wood on the fire.

 

"Pathetic..." John added.

 

"Au Lloann'na think au is so superior. One day aus arrogance will bit au back. See if the Rihannsu Emprie ever helps au again." replied Destorie. “The next time the Dominion comes calling, au will be alone...mark my words," he spat green blood towards where he had heard John's voice.

 

He watched as the blood landed before his right foot. "Please. As we all know the Federation sacrificed the most in the Dominion war. If it hadn't been for us you all wouldn't be the Squids slaves but the Founders Slaves." John said.

 

"You and your people have cursed yourselves now and forever." he added.

 

He let the remark pass and chose silence instead letting the human puff out his chest more showing the him and his race for what they were—savages...but inside he was boiling with anger.

 

"You all are going to forever be bound to be slaves, servants, whores, underlings till the end of your days." He said trying to push Destorie over the brink.

 

"And the Romulan Empire will fall and become the Squid Empire."

 

He kept silent. Doing his best to remain motionless. The human was purposely trying to anger him; such was their way, trying to demean every culture that stood in their way. "Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K"

 

"Please, all of that information you give won't mean a lick when the Squids control you all." replied John.

 

"Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K" said Destorie adamantly

 

John glanced at his padd for a moment. He noticed he was running out of time.

 

He thought as best he could of what would make Destorie snap "I can see this women now, bowing before the Squids, like a servant." John said.

 

"My mother would yy'a before she bowed to a master. And unlike au weak humans, threatening my blood, will na make me talk." replied Destorie.

 

"Don't make me laugh. We all know the Romulans are cowards. Not brave enough to stand and fight. They simply run home crying when the going gets tough." John added.

 

"Arrien Destorie Ma'lyn N'Dak, Dasie Dheno RES Talon. Number 456-Y-A23K" replied Destorie.

 

He let out a sigh, John had managed to get some information out of him, but he knew he needed more, time was up though. Everything he found out would have to do. He proceeding in removing the blindfold from Destorie.

 

Light came back into his eyes. He looked Anderson in the eyes, but said nothing. If looks could kill Anderson would in a stasis unit.

 

John glanced down at him and then pressed his commbadge. "Anderson to Sickbay. Can you send one of the doctors to the brig to mend up the prisoner." He then motioned for the Marine's to come forward.

 

He then bent down and leaned towards Destorie ear. He whispered, "If it wasn't for the sheer fact that I can't kill you, I would. If this was my ship I would have taken off your head, and placed it on my mantle as a reward...."

 

"...But you get to live for now, but remember this If we ever met again in some distant place in the galaxy I will break you in two and make you wish you were never born...."

 

Destorie turned and glared at John showing his mutual disrespect. He whispered in Klingon,. "For aus sake, hope we never meet again old friend. Or it will be au that wishes he was na born..."

 

John replied, with a fire in his eyes that was unyielding; as if all his anger and hatred for the Romulans was focused onto this one person. "We'll see......"

 

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The Marines took Destorie back to the brig where a young Doctor Lucky had treated his minor injuries he had sustained during the interrogation. After she left, he was alone, in the same dark drab cell he had been during his last visit to the USS Trash Ship.

 

The whole incident had only furthered his now festering hate for the Lloann’na. He now understood what his father had always told him about them. They were hypocrites not to be trusted, they imposed their high and mighty moral standards on everyone else but themselves. They reneged on honor whenever it suited them and justified it by saying they are morally right.

 

Destorie shook his head. “Distress call or no distress call…io does not just go around shooting people in their space.”

 

“He could have at least called first!”

 

Destoire looked out the ‘opening’ to his brig cell. The same boring Vulcan was standing guard. He sighed wondering if this time he would ever get back to the Talon, or if this time he would be stuck on this blasted smelly Lloann’na trashship…

Edited March 25, 2004 by Ern_Ndak

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Great log guys!