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::stalks down the corridor, followed by an entourage of 4 officers... 2 security, two science...::
I ordered that this be dealt with two weeks ago!
::stops suddenly and turns on the science officers::
::growls:: I warned you about not watching him... be thankful I don't let Phlox get his hands on you...
..
::walks again, quick pace, heading to Brig::
::enters brig, sees the prisoner lying on the floor... once a dangerous out of control Vulcan.... now lying, deathly pale::
::rolls eyes at the sight, prods it with end of boot, grimacing at the touch of death::
::looks up at the two security guards::
Dispose of it.
::motions quickly with hand for science officers to follow::
::stalks down the corridor again, followed now by only two men, walking straight into the torture room, the two officers hovering in the door::
::turns to them, unemotionally gestures with head for them to come in, which they do, gingerly, looking around at everything as if for the first time::
::two seats are set near the wall:: Sit!
::they sit, and before they can think about getting comfortable, metal flaps come over their wrists and ankles, locking them::
::turns to them, brandishing the controls that just locked them in::
::drops it to the ground::
::picks up a dagger, checking the blade, not flinching as it cuts into finger, sucking on end of finger as moves slowly over to the two men, smirking as moves::
It's been far too long since I made an example out of any of my crewmembers... we're getting lax... you're all starting to think I'm going soft...
::both men insist that's not the case...knowing their possible fates, sweating::
::moves behind them, trailing the dagger over shoulders of one man to the next then back again::
Quite the game of russian roulette I think... which of you shall I choose... and what will happen to the other if he doesn't die a quick death...?
::runs dagger slower round green piping...::
Lieutenant Kane.... you're number is up.
::swift movement, quick like lightning, brings arms around Kane, slitting his throat in an instant::
::pulls back, breathing deep, satisfied with the kill, pulling the dagger round and watching it with flashing eyes::
::keeps eyes on dagger for long moments::
Fuller.
::glances down at the Ensigns pips::
Lieutenant Fuller. Once I free you from the restaints, you are to dispose of this body...
::walks out of the room, before freeing Fuller... knows is going to let him stay there for next 24 hours beside the body::
I ordered that this be dealt with two weeks ago!
::stops suddenly and turns on the science officers::
::growls:: I warned you about not watching him... be thankful I don't let Phlox get his hands on you...
..
::walks again, quick pace, heading to Brig::
::enters brig, sees the prisoner lying on the floor... once a dangerous out of control Vulcan.... now lying, deathly pale::
::rolls eyes at the sight, prods it with end of boot, grimacing at the touch of death::
::looks up at the two security guards::
Dispose of it.
::motions quickly with hand for science officers to follow::
::stalks down the corridor again, followed now by only two men, walking straight into the torture room, the two officers hovering in the door::
::turns to them, unemotionally gestures with head for them to come in, which they do, gingerly, looking around at everything as if for the first time::
::two seats are set near the wall:: Sit!
::they sit, and before they can think about getting comfortable, metal flaps come over their wrists and ankles, locking them::
::turns to them, brandishing the controls that just locked them in::
::drops it to the ground::
::picks up a dagger, checking the blade, not flinching as it cuts into finger, sucking on end of finger as moves slowly over to the two men, smirking as moves::
It's been far too long since I made an example out of any of my crewmembers... we're getting lax... you're all starting to think I'm going soft...
::both men insist that's not the case...knowing their possible fates, sweating::
::moves behind them, trailing the dagger over shoulders of one man to the next then back again::
Quite the game of russian roulette I think... which of you shall I choose... and what will happen to the other if he doesn't die a quick death...?
::runs dagger slower round green piping...::
Lieutenant Kane.... you're number is up.
::swift movement, quick like lightning, brings arms around Kane, slitting his throat in an instant::
::pulls back, breathing deep, satisfied with the kill, pulling the dagger round and watching it with flashing eyes::
::keeps eyes on dagger for long moments::
Fuller.
::glances down at the Ensigns pips::
Lieutenant Fuller. Once I free you from the restaints, you are to dispose of this body...
::walks out of the room, before freeing Fuller... knows is going to let him stay there for next 24 hours beside the body::