Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 7:14:05 GMT -8
"Really," Morgan said as she was brought to the Brig after disembarking the shuttle that had contained the Vildar and most of the SGE crew involved in his capture. Well, except for Tazer, who went off in that monstrosity he called a ship.
"Are you carrying any weapons," he asked.
"In this?" She lifted the light fabric of the scarlet dress she had put on before leaving Esohn's chambers. Obviously the guard didn't trust that answer, so he began to pat her down. She gave him a bemused expression. "What's next, a cavity search?"
"Put this on." A security officer handed her an orange jumpsuit.
"You've got to be kidding," she said.
"No ma'am."
Taking the awful outfit from his hand, she examined the fabric. It was coarse and, well, orange. The guard made the forcefield opaque and she quickly slipped out of her Etimonian gown and donned the jumpsuit.
Seconds later, the field became transparent again. "Put your clothing on the floor near the field and step back. Shoes, too." He noticed she was still wearing her heels.
"Oh for the love of-" She kicked off her heels and slid everything close to the field, then moved to the back of the cell. As the guard lowered the field and picked up her belongings, she could see Esohn across the room being given the same treatment. "Look," she said to the guard as the field went back up. "If you'll just contact Starfleet, they'll straighten all of this out."
"You have to be processed first." He tossed her clothing into a bin.
"I'm in the ugliest outfit known to man," Morgan replied. "How much more processed can I get?"
He ignored her and wrote something into the PADD he had picked up.
Resisting the urge to cross her arms and tap her toe, Morgan waited while keeping her body language as nonthreatening as possible.
"So, what exactly were your duties in the palace," he asked her.
"Whatever the Vildar wanted."
"Which was?"
She let out a breath and glanced back at Esohn's cell. The man had closed himself off with his own body language. Walking closer to the front of the cell, she smiled at the guard. "Keeping him happy. Making him think I was just a bit of eye candy. Sex." Her eyes locked with his. "Do you need the details?"
A bead of sweat appeared on the guard's forehead and he swallowed before continuing. "Did you provide him with Federation intelligence?"
Morgan laughed. "The man doesn't even have Etimonian intelligence."
"Please answer the question."
"No." She rolled her eyes. "I did not provide him with Federation intelligence."
"Would you be willing to subject your thoughts to a Vulcan mind meld."
"What?"
"Please answer the question."
A cold chill spread up her spine. Something was going on, something much larger than just Etimon. "Of...of course," she replied.
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"Are you carrying any weapons," he asked.
"In this?" She lifted the light fabric of the scarlet dress she had put on before leaving Esohn's chambers. Obviously the guard didn't trust that answer, so he began to pat her down. She gave him a bemused expression. "What's next, a cavity search?"
"Put this on." A security officer handed her an orange jumpsuit.
"You've got to be kidding," she said.
"No ma'am."
Taking the awful outfit from his hand, she examined the fabric. It was coarse and, well, orange. The guard made the forcefield opaque and she quickly slipped out of her Etimonian gown and donned the jumpsuit.
Seconds later, the field became transparent again. "Put your clothing on the floor near the field and step back. Shoes, too." He noticed she was still wearing her heels.
"Oh for the love of-" She kicked off her heels and slid everything close to the field, then moved to the back of the cell. As the guard lowered the field and picked up her belongings, she could see Esohn across the room being given the same treatment. "Look," she said to the guard as the field went back up. "If you'll just contact Starfleet, they'll straighten all of this out."
"You have to be processed first." He tossed her clothing into a bin.
"I'm in the ugliest outfit known to man," Morgan replied. "How much more processed can I get?"
He ignored her and wrote something into the PADD he had picked up.
Resisting the urge to cross her arms and tap her toe, Morgan waited while keeping her body language as nonthreatening as possible.
"So, what exactly were your duties in the palace," he asked her.
"Whatever the Vildar wanted."
"Which was?"
She let out a breath and glanced back at Esohn's cell. The man had closed himself off with his own body language. Walking closer to the front of the cell, she smiled at the guard. "Keeping him happy. Making him think I was just a bit of eye candy. Sex." Her eyes locked with his. "Do you need the details?"
A bead of sweat appeared on the guard's forehead and he swallowed before continuing. "Did you provide him with Federation intelligence?"
Morgan laughed. "The man doesn't even have Etimonian intelligence."
"Please answer the question."
"No." She rolled her eyes. "I did not provide him with Federation intelligence."
"Would you be willing to subject your thoughts to a Vulcan mind meld."
"What?"
"Please answer the question."
A cold chill spread up her spine. Something was going on, something much larger than just Etimon. "Of...of course," she replied.
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