Interrogations

[JacobD 0]

Stardate 10402.04

On board the Romulan ship

 

Two Romulan guards walked into the cell where most of the ARcadia crewman was being held and smiled...showing their brown teeth...years of poor dental hygiene was taking it's toll. Could it be that all Romulan teeth are that color?

 

Thoughts like those didn't do much to calm 1Lt Jacob Duncan and keep him from formulating plans of escaping and taking over this flying piece of space junk.

 

The two romulan guards looked at Duncan.

 

"It's hraen (your) time for the tour of our ra (fine) security establishment," one of the guards said.

 

Duncan narrowed his eyes, calmly watching them as they moved toward him. In almost perfect Romulan, Duncan spoke softly under his tongue.

 

"Thilleitr arhva," Duncan said...almost sadisticly. "Hnafirhn vah happens ssiun hraen teidr."

("Touch me. See what happens to your arms.")

 

The Romulans grabbed him and slapped him hard across his face.

 

"Au will come with me or we will drag your rotting body through this ship as a trophy," the smaller of the Romulan said.

 

Duncan chuckled to himself. It's always the little guy that who likes to run his mouth the most. Duncan struggled but he could not overcome the force and the power of the bigger Romulan, with the little one's help.

 

"Finally someone who has some brute strength," Duncan said audibly as he was taken from the cell. The forcefield enclosing the others inside the substandard holding cell snapped shut, too quickly for anyone with their wits about them to be able to get through.

 

For added enjoyment, after he was pulled from his cell, Duncan's head was covered with a dark, cloth sack. As he attempted to breath, he was overcome with a faint feeling and quickly passed out. Duncan was dragged through the corridors to the interrogation room that had already seen Seiben and Trichon.

 

Jacob was hoisted onto the chair and strapped in...almost like he was being set up for an old Earth execution...just this time, death would not come so quickly. His head was removed from the cloth sack and within a few minutes, he awoke to a bright light in his face...not able to see beyond that light.

 

"Vah-udt? (Who are you?)"

 

"My name is Jacob P Duncan. First Lieutenant, Charlie Company. 355th Marine Batallion, Starfleet Marine Corp. Serial Number 37 Zed 21 Alpha Tango Tango."

 

Duncan was hit hard across his face again.

 

"That's not the answer we want. Who are you?"

 

"Jacob P Duncan, First Lieutenant, Charlie Company. 355th Marine Batallion, Starfleet Marine Corp. Serial Number 37 Zed 21 Alpha Tango Tango."

 

Again, Jacob was struck. This time, he spit the mouth full of blood out onto the person standing in front of the light.

 

"Au will pay for the insolence."

 

This time...several Romulans decided it was best to use Duncan as their personal boxing dummy. Finally...after several minutes, Duncan collapsed from the shear pain that he felt.

 

"Take him back to the others. Remind them that this is what happens if we do not get what we want."

 

Duncan was dragged back into the cell...his body limp and bruised from the encounter. As the Romulans left the holding cell...all they could do was laugh at the sight of the proud Marine...bruised and beaten.

 

1Lt Jacob P Duncan

Charlie Company Leader

355th Marine Batallion

USS Arcadia, NCC-1742-E