Lust for War (Part 2 of 4) [18+]

Posted on 23 Aug 2015 @ 12:46am by Queen Regent Lirha Saalm & Commander (La) Flektor Stace & Lieutenant Commander (La'Hom) Gerrin illm Warraquim & Lieutenant JG (SoghHom) Jynn & Lieutenant JG (SoghHom) Benice Gyce & Ensign (Lagh) Cyrin Fel & Beaumont & Warrant Officer ('etlh Suvwl') Tinaro Cyi
Edited on on 23 Aug 2015 @ 12:57am

2,023 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: IKS Saalm - Deck 10, Briefing Room
Timeline: MD 01 - 1640 hrs

Previously, on Lust for War (Part 1 of 4)...

The torture was delicious, and Flektor Stace's eyes widened with delight as he watched upon the display. He didn't move, or clap as his heart wanted him to, but he sat and drank in the destruction.

How long Gyce had been watching? Unknown. But had she been the one to handle the torture, she'd of gotten results far better. Still, it was not her place and she knew it. Besides, a female Deltan's head currently resided in her office as a testament of her work. That no Terran sympathizer would escape her watch.

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

For his part, Romar was inclined to watch the Queen Regent's reactions to the spectacle moreso than witness the spectacle for himself. He hoped to glean some notion of her desired reaction to the spectacle, judging by her body posturing and her choice of words. Argelian culture considered the loss of personal agency to be the most heinous of body horrors. Many legends, ancient and modern, had been written on the matter, including teachings Romar had learned in his youth. Beaumont's presence only served to chill Romar -- a state he could be sure was plain to the Beaumont creature itself. As such, Romar took no pleasure in watching the spectacle, and so he watched as little of it as possible.

Taliesin had known when he'd been captured by the Alliance that his life was over. His mission had been successful up to that point at least, taking out Gul Morek. He'd faced so many enemies over the years, fighting for his people's freedom, stood against the terrible weapons and power of the Alliance time and again until he'd become a hard man, and believed he would never be afraid again.

What this Vulcan was doing to him though had broken through all his emotional defenses, all the strength that he'd built up from years of war. He was only vaguely aware of the others in the room, their voices distant and muffled. Taliesin was just an observer in his own body now, and he could sense that it was the warrior's gift that was his undoing. If he had been able to control his body, he would be screaming in terror. The mind that fought his own, overwhelmed him no matter what strength he had, was something so dark it was beyond his comprehension.

Fel looked at his weapon and the Terran with the slightest of smiles, just a hint of the curving of his lips. He was so proud of himself in this moment, this victory. With this demonstration, perhaps the Queen Regent would give him more telepaths, so he might create her an army. If not, the scientist had other projects underway. He liked nothing more than to serve his leader and bring death to the Terrans with his creations.

As she watched, Lirha was only slightly aware of the covert telepathy battle ensuing. She, of course, possessed none of those abilities, but she was well aware of the dangers each one possessed. Especially those from the Terran Empire, contracted or not.

Gerrin was not impressed. Death was easy, giving life was a bit more tricky but it was something that the A'ksu had perfected. Another little advantage their technology had given them. He would have been able to resurrect his Allyndra if he had even a body but that was the problem. "When you are done, perhaps I can have the body?"

Naois watched in fascination, his blue eyes sparkling with delight. "No, I want it," he replied, almost cheerfully - for a Vulcan. "And I want to know what you've done to your pet too...it's remarkable!" The interrogator all but clapped his hands in delight, as if he were a child in a candy store.

The weapons designer ignored the calls to him for now, and had attention only for the demonstration and the Queen-Regent's reaction. There would be time later to discuss such things, if Beaumont left anything interesting for them that was.

From his corner, Tyrion said nothing, though his face had drained of all colour. He prayed Grayson would show up, because right now, he felt less than safe with all these unknowns in the room.

"Interesting, an neat present." Gerrin remarked. "Of course, I am sure the Queen would be most please but..." He smiled and looked at her. "We can offer that your beauty never fades besides our Fold Ships"

"And you...control this prisoner, now? Through psionics?" Lirha asked with a slight tilt of head.

"That is correct, my Queen Regent," Fel said. "The weapon can seize control of some of those with even very strong minds or with training to resist telepaths. The specific formula that is administered to him enhances his inherent abilities beyond normal levels dramatically, and ensures his loyalty at the same time. The weapon is capable of detecting others with psionic talents and gauging their power. And of course, he can handle more than one target at the same time, but each additional beyond the first will reduce his effectiveness. That is not all he can do, however. He but waits your command, my Queen Regent, to choose between something quick or something that takes more skill, to end this Terran without the need to touch him."

Taliesin's mind was beyond panic now, as he could not imagine anything worse than what he was already experiencing. He hoped that the Orion woman would order a quick end to his suffering, because he did not want his final moments to find out what could be worse.

Lirha narrowed her eyes at the impressive demonstration while continuing to toy with her knife. The practical applications of such a weapon were endless, and for the sake of the experiment at hand, she wanted to see it in a more proactive manner. Rising slowly from her seat and establishing her authoritative Orion presence through her toned legs, busty chest, and billowing cloak, she walked around the table to where the Terran subject was, then extended her hand with the decorative hilt of her blade offered for the man to take. "Taliesin?" she repeated, trying to remember his name. As if it mattered.

"I want you to take this knife and sever your left hand."

Stace cut a look to Lirha as he narrowed his gaze upon her. He licked his lips and remained calm, the surge of evil taking a hold of his emotions and welling through his belly. His previous hosts would never had delighted in such a torturous display and yet them seeing war, and famine and chaos only seemed to fuel Flektor's want for it. He looked at the Terran with an expectant lust.

Tyrion had exacted his own share of torture on others, and had been the subject of plenty but to be forced to watch this spectacle...he could sense the prisoner's fear, could feel it as if it were his own and it made him feel ill. He let his eyes wander across the other's present, sensing their glee, their interest and he knew reporting back to his master wasn't going to be pleasant. Whichever master that would be at the end of this day. He prayed it'd be Grayson but it may yet be Harid.

Though Beaumont's focus was on controlling the prisoner. It took a great deal of concentration to control a mind, especially one as scared and horrified as Taliesin's. The other strong emotions in the room were a welcome relief, as it meant Beaumont could keep his own locked up, but still use the emotions from the others around him to do what he needed to make the demonstration even better. The one set of emotions that stood out among the rest was that of the trill that had been sitting next to the Queen Regent. He projected them into Taliesin.

With a slight shudder, Taliesin's controlled hand took the knife from the Orion woman. He no longer felt fear and the feeling of horrific dread somehow faded just as he reached for the weapon. Instead, a near perverse lust overcame Taliesin's mind. Not only was the act of cutting off his own hand something he suddenly longed for, he was anticipating the act with excitement. Even the first initial sounds of the blade cutting through flesh made his eyes grow wide with ruptured awe as Beaumont heightened and exaggerate the new emotion within Taliesin's mind. Beaumont kept his eyes down, but he did wince a little as the sound of blade on bone was heard.

From the back of the room, Gyce gave a skeptical chuckle. "It's a cute floor show, but I wonder how great of skill it truly is? Can he carry out orders away from the his mind controllers?"

"I guess we'll find out won't we," Naois answered, eyes never leaving the spectacle. "I'm interested to know if we can apply this to prisoners to tell them what we need to know. Maybe prolong their suffering for our own entertainment while it costs us less energy."

Beaumont cocked his head a bit towards Gyce's direction. "With hyper-induction the neurons can be altered for state of suggestibility. The target may then be induced into a Dissociative fugue state, or remain primed as a sleeper with a predetermined trigger. A self-termination order can also be inserted without the need for a detectable device." Beaumont returned his attention to the floor in front of him. In regards to the question posed by Naois, Beaumont simply said. "It's not difficult to gain access to his memories."

"That's not what I asked," Naois retorted. "Can we use this technology to interrogate prisoners. That's what I want to know, can we use it to lower their resistance."

"Yes." Came the simple reply to Naois' question. But this time it came from Taliesin. The halting sound of the knife cutting through the bone was ever present. The amused look on the man's face as he continued to detach his hand severely out of place.

"Interesting," the half-Vulcan replied with a grin. "You must show us how to employ it."

Meanwhile, Tyrion looked on in horror, his hand covering his mouth as he fought being sick. He'd done his own share of torture, but he'd never seen someone sever their own limbs on command. "Stop him," he whispered, knowing he was speaking out of turn. "Please....just end him."

"Clearly you have not seen the severed head in my office," Gyce spoke in disappointment.

The body on the table, which had been writhing about a bit and certainly looked as though it was also being tortured in some way, had come to a stop. Straaaange, Jynn thought to himself. He knew what to think when you where dying, or at least he thought so from the dying minds he had listened to and felt, but this had suddenly become different. Unnatural. The man had clearly started to almost enjoy himself as he sawed away, but it couldn't have been his own thoughts. Just moments before their was manic dread and now excitement and anticipation? Clearly the man was being deprived of feeling his own last moments and to Jynn that was worse than any other torture that could be inflicted.

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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Queen Regent Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Saalm]

SohHom Naois Mercy
Interrogator
IKS Saalm
[pnpc T'Vanna]

Tyrion
Hirad's/Grayson Jones' Servant/Slave
IKS Saalm
[pnpc T'Vanna]

M'Ressa
(dead)
IKS Saalm
[pnpc Min]

Sogh Andreus Romar
Gunner
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Kohl]

SoghHom Jynn
Chief Flight Control Officer
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Jynn]

Commander Flektor Stace
Second in Command
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Stace]

LCmdr Gerrin illm Warraquim
Military Observer
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Allyndra]

Tyrien Cyi
Son of Tinaro Cyi
IKS Saalm
[PNPC Charles]

Beaumont
Telepathic WMD
IKS Saalm

Cyrin Fel
Weapons Designer
IKS Saalm

Taliesin Cynwrig
Terran Empire Officer & Captive
(Dead)

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