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Victria

"Promises Broken"

"Promises Broken"

Lieutenant Victria & Captain Ethan McConnell

Sol System, Earth, Starfleet HQ, San Francisco

 

 

“You’re being reassigned.”

 

Victria stared blankly at Ethan, eyes slightly narrowed. “We discussed this already, did we not?”

 

“I’m sorry, Victria. I really am. I did what I could, but it ultimately wasn’t up to me.” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I argued until I was blue in the face, but it was pointless. They had your transfer orders finalized before I ever met with the committee.”

 

“And where am I being transferred?” she asked through clenched teeth.

 

“Nord Station. It is in the Greenland province. You’ll like it. It is cold and perpetually night.”

 

“Which department?”

 

“Research and development.” He held up a hand to stave the burst of anger he knew was just below the surface. “Before you start in about being an experiment, they want you to help us with adapting Scorpiad technology.”

 

“Stealing Scorpiad technology, you mean. The Federation will not provide a single crate of supplies to aid in the fight of my people, but they will benefit from what tyrannical technology filters into their hands. Is that a correct summation?”

 

He frowned grimly. “The issue is not so easily explained. You know that. They have very good reasons for not involving themselves in what they deem a civil confrontation. We’re not allowed to arbitrarily take sides.” He cut off her next comment with a jerk of his head. “Save it, Victria. I asked to bring you these orders personally in hopes that you would accept them better coming from me. I didn’t come for a debate.”

 

“After our last discussion, did you really expect me to simply accept this without resistance?”

 

“I had hoped that you were more evolved than that. This assignment isn’t just about Scorpiad technology, you know. You have never been put through full Academy courses or evaluated in the areas that all officers are first evaluated before they are allowed to serve aboard starships. The nature of your... existence... exempted you from much of that, but there are things that you still must learn.”

 

“You want me to attend classes?” Her expression was one of amused disbelief.

 

“Essentially, yes. You excel in many areas that most of our students do not, but are severely lacking in others.”

 

“I shall resist asking in which categories you find me deficient. Frankly, I do not care.”

 

“Your sardonic attitude is one of those areas that need work,” he said wryly. “I’ll be there to help you along with that.”

 

“I decline.”

 

He blinked. “What?”

 

“I decline this transfer.” She removed the communication badge she wore and handed it to him. “I withdraw all associations from your Starfleet and your Federation and will be leaving Earth immediately.”

 

Ethan’s gaze turned hard and his hand formed into a fist around the badge. “No one said you have a choice in the matter,” he said, his tone dangerous.

 

“Did you not listen to what I said during our last conversation?” she hissed, her anger very apparent.

 

“Do you want to be treated like a prisoner? Because that is what you are, technically. You are a prisoner of war. Your fleet attacked a Federation ship and was destroyed. You were rescued by the grace of one of our officers! You do not get to decide your fate until we deem you are no longer a threat. And as of this moment, you are a threat! I can have your classification changed in an instant.”

 

Peripherally, she was aware of others entering the room. She turned her head slightly to the left, watching the guards file in. Swinging her gaze to the right, she found more of the same. They were armed with rifles, but also with the special modifications she’d seen, incorporating ultraviolet technology into the beams.

 

“I did not want this to come to violence, but you leave me with no other choice,” Ethan said flatly. “Submit willingly or they will subdue you with force. You are going to be transferred either way.”

 

By way of answer, Victria whirled, launching herself at the nearest of the guards, striking his jaw with the full force of a roundhouse kick. He hit the wall behind him with a thud and slid to the ground unconscious. Almost immediately, three beams of purplish light hit her from different angles, eating through her clothing to score the flesh beneath. She hissed in pain and staggered forward, nearly falling as her flesh began to blister and dissolve. As soon as the weapons fire subsided, she dropped to one knee as her body healed the damage. In only minutes, the wounds had closed, but the throbbing pain remained.

 

Enraged, she turned her attention upon Ethan. Saying nothing, she quickly jumped to her feet and lunged, intent on ripping his head free of his body with her bare hands. Six beams hit her before she got more than a few feet, striking her from all sides. Screaming, her body arched at an unnatural angle, nearly bowed with pain as she dropped to both knees.

 

Despite her rising anger, she made no further acts of aggression as his team moved in to restrain her. Though her body healed quickly from normal wounds, it needed more time to regenerate the damaged cells from UV exposure. With the beams so concentrated, her body’s natural healing properties were struggling to keep up. She needed to feed to aid the process -- properly feed. While the pain slowly began to ebb, she was dragged to her feet and restrained at the ankles, giving her just enough slack to walk. Restraints were put on her wrists that automatically locked to the belt about her waist.

 

“Don’t worry,” Ethan assured her. “This isn’t permanent. I know you are just reacting to the heat of the moment. You’ll eventually calm down. Once you are cordial, we’ll allow you the same freedoms you’ve experienced on the Excalibur.”

 

“If you are waiting for me to be more civilized, you are going to be waiting a long time. I will taste your blood before this is over,” she promised.

 

“I look forward to it,” he said sarcastically. Gesturing to the guards, he turned as they led her away.

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