Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2013 14:37:45 GMT -8
Dakbar lay, exhausted, on the narrow bench in the Brig, one arm slung over his eyes, blocking out the incessant glare of the lights. Always the lights, probably left on to wear him down, but that had already been accomplished. He had lost track of time and wasn't even sure if just hours or days had passed, all probably part of Griffon's plan.
The first thing he had done after Grace left was to write down all that he could remember, trying to separate it from what he had been told. There were still voids, important spaces of time, for which he searched and searched with no success. While he wrote, he knew that Griffon and a team of trusted officers were most likely searching his quarters. Evidence would pile up against him after the secret compartments were found. Chemicals, weapons, devices.
He readjusted his position on the bench, but no amount of comfort would alleviate the pain in his head. Morgan Wallace had come, and when she couldn't get any more from him, other options had been used. True, she had been able to loosen some of the memories, but there were others, buried deep, that were beyond her expertise. Now, the memories were there. All of them. The horrors he had endured, the vicious things he had done. His life had been set out for all to see, his soul bare and vulnerable.
All he could do now was wait. Why they hadn't removed him from Talon at SGE was a mystery and it caused Dakbar great concern. It meant they needed more from him, but he had very little left to give. They knew everything. Not just bits and pieces, but his entire deceit. Word was that Griffon had gone planetside and Dakbar knew it was all part of his punishment. Waiting without knowledge was the worst form of punishment. The mind wandered to places it shouldn't go, and after learning more about himself, Dakbar didn't need to go there again. Yet, in the blinding light of the Brig, he did. He revisited his torture at the hands of the Order, over and over again, trying to figure out where he had failed and had finally given in.
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The first thing he had done after Grace left was to write down all that he could remember, trying to separate it from what he had been told. There were still voids, important spaces of time, for which he searched and searched with no success. While he wrote, he knew that Griffon and a team of trusted officers were most likely searching his quarters. Evidence would pile up against him after the secret compartments were found. Chemicals, weapons, devices.
He readjusted his position on the bench, but no amount of comfort would alleviate the pain in his head. Morgan Wallace had come, and when she couldn't get any more from him, other options had been used. True, she had been able to loosen some of the memories, but there were others, buried deep, that were beyond her expertise. Now, the memories were there. All of them. The horrors he had endured, the vicious things he had done. His life had been set out for all to see, his soul bare and vulnerable.
All he could do now was wait. Why they hadn't removed him from Talon at SGE was a mystery and it caused Dakbar great concern. It meant they needed more from him, but he had very little left to give. They knew everything. Not just bits and pieces, but his entire deceit. Word was that Griffon had gone planetside and Dakbar knew it was all part of his punishment. Waiting without knowledge was the worst form of punishment. The mind wandered to places it shouldn't go, and after learning more about himself, Dakbar didn't need to go there again. Yet, in the blinding light of the Brig, he did. He revisited his torture at the hands of the Order, over and over again, trying to figure out where he had failed and had finally given in.
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