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John Randall

The Abduction - Log 2

OFFICIAL LOG

LIEUTENANT JOHN RANDALL

USS CHALLENGER

 

(Personal Log Stardate 11605.11)

 

Around a half hour later, the door to John's cabin opened, and the guard assigned to his room stepped in, motioning for Randall to accompany him. John was dressed in the civilian clothes given to him by T'Shea, and he walked in front of the guard down the corridor. After a few moments, the guard told him to halt, and enter the room on the right. John walked in as the door slid aside for him, then stopped and stared.

 

A chair was sitting in the middle of the room. There was a strange looking assembly on the top of the chair. Randall also noticed there were metal shackles on the armrests, and as his gaze traveled downward, he spotted more shackles on the legs of the chair. There was a portable tray setup in close proximity to the chair, and John's blood ran cold when he saw that there were instruments arranged on top of the tray. He doubted that any of the instruments displayed would be beneficial to his health.

 

He heard a chuckle behind him then, and knew T'Shea had entered the room. She walked up to stand beside him, and gestured with her arm. "This is my domain, John," she said. "Here is where I ply all the tricks of my trade. And believe me, Lieutenant, I know quite a few; I've been doing this for a while now."

 

"I'm sure you have had plenty of....test subjects.... to practice your trade on," replied Randall, and T'Shea turned to look at him. John saw that she had changed into the uniform of a Romulan subcommander, and had redone her hair in the traditional flattop style of the inhabitants of ch'Havran.

 

She smiled cruelly at him. "Defiant to the last," she said, nodding. "I would expect no less from a loyal member of Starfleet Intelligence. Well, Mr. Randall, I think you are going to be my most enjoyable 'test subject', to use your term, that I have ever had." John locked eyes with her then, and T'Shea actually recoiled a little as she saw the ice-blue orbs trained on her, and one of the most angry faces she had ever seen regarding her.

 

"I can also promise you I will be your most troublesome and defiant subject you have ever had, lady," he growled at her, and the last word he spoke was dripping with angry sarcasm. T'Shea narrowed her eyes as he finished, then gave him a backhand slap across his right cheek. John continued to stare coldly at her, ignoring the brief pain of the slap.

 

The Romulan female stared back at him for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the chair. As she walked toward it, she admitted to herself that the cold stare from the human had actually unnerved her slightly. He would be her most difficult subject to date. She now knew what she had overheard others on the Challenger talk about to be true; John Randall hated Romulans. And, from what she had just seen, he not only hated them, he loathed them. She told herself she would use that hate to strengthen her resolve.

 

She reached the chair and turned to face him. The guard had moved up beside John, and she nodded to the guard. The Romulan took John by the arm and led him to the chair. He made Randall sit down, then clipped both sets of shackles to him. T'Shea then turned on a console, and entered a series of commands on a keyboard. The assembly on top of the chair began to lower itself over John's head. It would reach from the bottom of his neck to the top of his head. The assembly stopped when it was fully deployed, then adjusted itself to John's cranium and neck areas. The device was very snug against Randall, and the chief engineer knew he would not be able to shake it off or squirm out of it.

 

T'Shea then applied several pads to John's neck and head, then entered more commands into the keyboard. When she was finished, she turned to him and smiled. "Now, Lieutenant Randall, I am going to let you get to know the device I have placed you in," she said. "It's a very specialized type of cortical stimulator, invented by me. That's all you need to know for now, you'll discover the rest shortly. Just make yourself comfortable, John, and I'll be back to check on you in a little bit."

 

She smiled prettily at him, but her eyes were cold. She tapped a key on the console, and John felt the device tighten ever so slightly against him. T'Shea then left the room, snapping an order to the guard as she did, and the guard stepped outside as well. John was alone in the room shackled to the chair. He couldn't go anywhere, and he knew it. The chair also seemed to be very sturdy, and the thought of maybe rocking it back and forth until it turned over seemed less likely the longer he sat there. He tried to prepare himself mentally against the device.

 

The screams began around ten minutes later.

 

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Around a half hour later, T'Shea entered the cabin. John was unconscious in the chair, and his clothing was wet. The Romulan female smiled widely as she knew Randall had suffered great torment at the hands of her toy. She called the guard in, and they unhooked the unconscious Starfleet officer from the device, then released the shackles holding him. The guard slung Randall's body over his shoulder, and, following T'Shea's orders, took John back to his cabin. The Romulan deposited Randall unceremoniously on the small sofa, and left the cabin, the door sliding shut behind him.

 

Back in the lab, T'Shea was studying the results of the device that had been recorded by the computer. She sifted through the data, but didn't really find anything of use. She nodded to herself, thinking this was about what she had expected from the first session. Randall would be a tough nut to crack, she told herself, but eventually he would crack.

She would not rest until he did.

 

She then left the lab and took the turbolift to the bridge of the Warbird she was science officer of. The commander looked up as she emerged from the lift, and cocked his head at her. "Anything interesting?" he asked, and T'Shea shook her head.

 

"It's much too early for that, Commander," she said. "He's a very good operative for Starfleet Intelligence. They are conditioned to withstand torture and interrogations. All you will get in the preliminary stages is loads of rubbish. It will take time, sir."

 

Again the commander cocked his head at her. "Time is not a luxury you have, Subcommander," he said. "The Praetor will not wait long for results. He did not take too kindly to this operation to begin with, so I would move a little faster if I were you about getting something from the Starfleet officer we can use."

 

T'Shea nodded. "I will try to speed the process as much as I can, Commander, but I have to be careful. If I press too hard too fast, it can actually undermine our efforts. The human will become a vegetable, and we will have accomplished nothing." The commander nodded. "You have some time, Aiel," he said. "Do not waste it."

 

Subcommander Aiel ra'Hajruillu, science officer of the ch'Havran Warbird Talon, nodded and gave the Romulan salute. "Permission to take my station, sir," she said. "What of the Starfleet officer?" asked the commander. "He is currently unconscious from the first session with the cortical stimulator, Commander," answered the science officer. "He will remain that way for at least the better part of three turns."

 

"Very well, permission granted," sighed the commander, and Aiel again gave the salute, which he returned. He watched her walk to her post, and involuntarily gave a slight shudder. He had heard tales about the science officer's invention, and was heartily glad he was not in the Starfleet officer's shoes. The ship continued to run silent and cloaked toward the Romulan homeworld.

 

END LOG

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