Dirty Jobs: And Switch
Posted on Mon Apr 26th, 2021 @ 8:14pm by Captain Hov'qIj Lon'HocH'tul
Mission:
Heroes of the Hov'hurgh
Location: Security Cell I.K.S. Hov'HurgH
Timeline: 2409
“I am sorry it took me so long to get back to our little chat. We have been quite busy chatting with your people,” as her vision cleared a bit the Romulan could see the white haired Klingon in a very casual outfit compared to the one he wore before. In fact one she had not seen his people wear in hundreds of years or more. He sat in a silver chair like hers with what looked reminiscent of a slop pail next to him. “There are some things about this ship you might not know about. We have many facilities to keep people in long term storage in various ways and for various reasons. You, being a prisoner, when and if this continues on, will be kept in a lower priority version of our stasis chambers. In short things can go wrong ranging from hunger, aging, and death. The longer you're in there the more likely these things are to happen. I do believe some of the basics might be setting in already. Like extreme thirst and hunger. I am going to let you get a drink; if you make any outbursts or fail to follow my orders you will be punished.”
With a ladle that looked better for feeding people on a cafeteria line Hov’qIj dipped into the bucket and held the dripping wooden spoon out to the dark haired woman. As he did her right arm was released either by elsewhere or by a preset program. “Not too quickly or you might get sick.”
As if she need this bastard to tell her that. She was trained in the wastes for weeks with no food or water before she was accepted into the Tal’Shiar! T’sura deftly took the water from his hand and it was only then that she remembered what he had done to her earlier. Although she stayed silent the ladle fell to the floor. There was nothing left of her beautiful fingers but the strange black metal machines that looked and acted like new fingers.
“Amazing aren't they?” He shook his head. “Course that's no excuse to waste good water is it?” He shook his black gloved finger at her. “Now now, if you can’t drink like a normal person we will have to do this like you are an animal.” Her hand suddenly slammed back into the chair from an unknown force and he was quickly on his feet, jamming another IV needle back into her arm.
“Now onto the next stage,” He brought out of his briefcase a device that looked oddly like a borge ocular device, “Much like the ones on your fingers this will take your eye in a metered and painful way and in the end well you will have something new. I hope you will enjoy the process. I know I will find it...Fascinating?”
As he promised she felt a grinding against her eyeball at first much like having sand in her eyes. Sand became glass, glass became acid. Soon it included more than her eyeball but deeper into the socket and into the surrounding areas.
“So my dear what do you know about the Hov’HurgH and its crew?” What kind of lunatic waited that long before asking that sort of question. Her mind could barely focus from the pain and rage of being treated like a common animal by scum like him. As his question faded the pain stopped for the briefest of moments.
Realizing why she blurted out a well trained, rehearsed and, sadly for her, a response that would bring little relief, “I don’t know anything about your ship or your crew and I formally ask for representation from the Romulan Republic!”
As the pain ramped up to higher levels than before, Hov’qIj mocked her in an aloof way, “Formally, you say?”
It was only then that she realized his deepened wrinkles and began to worry about the state of things and just how long he had been keeping her in a dark corner of his ship. After his PADD chirped he patted her head again and said in a patronizing voice, “Ah, don’t worry maybe we can do lunch soon. You look like you could eat.”
As the darkness took her again the thought of food seem like more of a basic need than a want gripping her mind.
The stabbing white light came again, and again in its place was the strange smile of a Klingon from elsewhere. “I am very sorry it took so very long for me to get back with you.” Again he patted her head.
On the tray in front of her was a ham and cheese sandwich. It made her stomach growl. Her arm came loose and the only thought on her mind was survival; food, calming the fire in her gut. She devoured the human filth quickly as the Klingon made a disapproving sound.
“I didn't tell you to eat that. It was supposed to be your next object lesson and still might be.” As Hov’qIj finished his sentence, she knew that what he spoke was true. Whatever was in those two slices of bread began to make her very queasy. “As with the water you are only supposed to do what I say or bad things can happen to you. If you do good, good things will happen. Understand?”
When she looked up at him she realized he looked a bit older. Wrinkles had really built up around his eyes and he also bore the rank of Admiral. Could he have really kept her imprisoned this long. Had no one looked for her? Those idiots.
The aged Klingon inquisitor placed a bowl of gruel in front of the extra green Romulan woman. “Eat this quickly or you will puke until you are you cannot move. Do you understand?” She nodded and began to drink the porridge that smelled like it came from the wrong end of a targ.
“There was a slow acting poison in the mustard I am shocked you didn't notice. So does the world look any different now?” he held up a mirror to her face so she could see that her eye was gone with just a little slip of silver deep in her socket acting as a sensor. It was almost too much; her eyes were one of her most flattering facial features. Worse yet there was the grey, the wrinkles. In some ways she looked older or at least worse off than the Klingon. Of course for a few reasons he had looked prematurely older than he should have even before the process had even started.
He patted her head again. “So you were saying earlier? What do the Tal Shiar know about the Hov’HurgH?”
She snapped back at him, “I wouldn't talk to you, even if you killed me.” Of course the truth was, she could not be so sure. Where were her people? they should have come and saved her long before now.
“Intel... always willing to give up so much for our jobs right? Family? Friends? Coworkers? Lovers? And now what? Maybe your soul? We’ll see. This next one wasn't devised entirely by me. I believe humans have the patent rights on this concept, but I think it will be quite evident once it starts what you will lose this time.” Opening his briefcase slowly the Klingon smiled over at her and winked before bringing out a device that looked like a boarded up corset.
“They say that some women commit suicide after our time is over and if you wish I will help you with the HegH’bat.”
If this worked anything like the devices he had been using, yes the outcome was quite clear. A mastectomy of sorts where her lovely breasts would be replaced with black metal monstrosities. That was a line that made something deep inside of her squirm. It was something she just was not willing to just let happen. She tried to scream and all that came out was a faint crackled whisper, “Stop.”
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“HoD, the information you requested is available.” The large white haired Klingon plopped down with two mugs of blood wine handing one of them over to his Captain, as though having morning coffee like any other day on any other ship.
After taking a swig from her mug as she eyed the report, the Commander of the Hov’HurgH simply asked, “So how is our guest?”
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As the restraints disappeared and the other holographic projections shut down, it quickly dawned on the Romulan Commander just how she had been played. Her fingers were whole, unharmed and fully functional and her pristine eye still sat in her un-damaged, attractive face.
“YOU HAVE KILLED ME!!” Screaming so loud that her throat burned, she pounded savagely on the smooth metal bulkhead. “YOU HAVE SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT, YOU PIG!!”
Collapsing on the floor in tears with the realization that her vanity had been her undoing, T’sura heaved an infuriated, blood curdling scream. She knew full well that if word of this ever got out to her own people, they would be coming for her sooner rather than later. And rescue would not be their intent.
