“Too much at once will injure your delicate humanoid body.” “Take slow, shallow sips,” the creature on the other side of the door spoke via the translator.
He had not drunk a single drop of water since he had been captured, since he was beamed away from the shuttlecraft moments before it was destroyed after hitting the Dynehart’s shields. He didn’t care if it was poisoned, he didn’t care if it was unclean. It felt cool, a tonic to his dry and hoarse throat. He edged forward, trying to focus his blurred vision on the first new thing to appear in his cell in what felt like an eternity and dipped the tips of his fingers inside the water. The bowl contained water, or at least what looked like it. Seconds later, a small round bowl-like vessel appeared on the floor of Marsland’s cell. That was until the red being lifted one of it’s six appendages and tapped a console on their side of the cell. H’ogan did not reply, he could barely manage to swallow, let alone talk. “You are not like the others,” it spoke, seemingly looking directly into H’ogan’s soul.
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The universal translator embedded in the ceiling of the cell activated, translating his captor’s language, a series of high pitched shrieks, clicks and cries into something more audible, more palatable to the human ear. Yet as he wiped the sweat from his forehead for the umpteenth time, he saw one of the devil-like crystalline creatures stood watching him through the observation port -this time he could feel something emanating from them, and it wasn’t their warmth, their body heat, no, this time it was something different. It had been nine hours since they last came, or had it been ten? They came like clockwork, and at first, when he arrived here, he would count down the minutes and the hours, but now, he had no inclination to do so, he couldn’t care less. Mentally, he was starting to give up, give in and whilst he was a broken man, he knew most of all that he could not give them what they want. His body was starting to shut down, he was suffering from severe heat stroke and his mind was starting to play tricks on him, suffering from paranoid delusions, hallucinations even. In response to his disobedience they would return the temperature to what it was now, well over forty degrees celsius.
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He had no idea how long he had been in the small grey cell, but it felt like days, weeks even.Įvery now and again they would come, lower the temperature and ask him questions, hoping that making his cell more comfortable would be enough for him to break, but all he would say, all he would respond with was his name and Starfleet serial number, nothing more, nothing less. He could barely breathe due to the humidity and the stench didn’t help matters, although he was pretty much convinced by now that the smell was actually coming from him. H’ogan Marsland had lost count of the amount of times he had lost consciousness -the heat was unbearable and his captors had offered him nothing to quench his thirst.
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