A/N – This story is based upon the events of the Romulan story missions 'Revelation' and 'Mind Game'. From there, however, things take a different turn. (This will feature my own Romulan character). [M-rating for frequent strong language and graphic scenes]
"I'm sorry, but this gate is just too dangerous to be left here. I'll be right behind you all, now get back to the ship while I set the self-destruct." Nirenka turned to face the Iconian panel. "GO." She forcefully ordered her away team, sensing their hesitation.
"Self-Destruct sequence activated. Core failure in approximately ten seconds." The computer barked out in its generic tone.
"Time to get out of here." Nirenka began to tap on her wrist-mounted panel, however, nothing happened. "Shitshitshit." She panicked out loud. Frantically looking around for options, she made her mind up quickly and darted through the gateway, not considering its set destination.
Thrown out the other side, Nirenka just about dodged a nasty collision with a storage crate and stopped herself just before meeting a bulkhead. Taking in her new locale, Nirenka noticed the sparse neon green lighting and clammy atmosphere. The technology fused onto the walls looked familiar – she had seen it before.
"This ship – it looks Romulan, but– modified." Nirenka thought to herself. "Hmm, that looks like a doorway." She made her way to the right and an unlocked door, which slid open to reveal none other than the bridge of Colonel Hakeev, and the man himself.
"It seems we have an uninvited guest." The bald Romulan mused cockily to his senior staff, having recognised the sole survivor of the Virinat colony. "Contact Empress Sela, she will want to know about the whereabouts of her little pet. And guards - get her off my bridge." The man spewed vitriolically, the hatred in his voice eminent. "Of all the fucking places." Nirenka sighed.
"So, it would seem you have managed to weed your way through my organisation without my knowledge. Not many people can do that. I am somewhat impressed. Somewhat." Hakeev sneered his way through the sentence. "You will save yourself a lot of pain if you reveal D'Tan's plan of action against us, little spy."
"Ok, our plan is to defeat you and your bastardized 'agency' so you can't destroy any more of our people!" Nirenka snapped.
"Gagh! You worm!" The Colonel spat across the table. "You are in for a very rough ride!"
"Calm down both of you." A Soothing and familiar voice spoke from the shadows." Stepping out from them, was the Empress herself. "I would be much more cooperative if I were you, Hakeev here can get very… Creative when it comes to extracting information from prisoners." She smirked.
"Oh yeah? Well, tell your glorified henchman over here he's gonna have to work overtime, because this nut isn't gonna crack easily!" Nirenka scowled but felt her resolve dampen when she noticed the sadistic grin growing on the Tal Shiar spymaster's face. Then, she felt a rough grab of her shoulder, and sharp pressure on her neck before the world faded in front of her.
As the green glow started to fade slowly back into view, Nirenka thought she heard voices calling through the dark.
"Subcommander? Subcommander! Damnit Satra, where is she?"
"Give me some time Tovan! She must've gone through that gateway. Damnit Nirenka! Just come back when you say you're going to for once!"
Suddenly the real world came back to her, and she was blinded by a bright light shining directly onto her face and tried to direct her eyesight away. She was, however, completely unable to move.
Not feeling any restraints, her breathing began to increase as panic set in.
"Calm yourself, patient. You have been injected with a paralytic compound. The effects are temporary. After all, if you couldn't walk, you wouldn't be much use to us, now, would you?" An inappropriately jolly voice shot from somewhere close by.
"Who's there? Where am I?!" Nirenka shouted out.
"My my, we are in a rather compromised state, aren't we? Hmm, what was it I heard Hakeev call you? Ah ha! Little spy. That's it." The horrendously patronising tone came through crystal clear. However, reluctant to give her real name, Nirenka tried to ignore the comment. "Don't worry my dear, the extraction has already happened. However, Hakeev still wants you for some reason. I doubt I'll ever understand that man." Nirenka heard footsteps getting gradually quieter and the swish of a door opening. She relaxed. Unknown to her, however, a figure had slipped into the room unheard.
"Hello there, my friend. I take it you're my subject for today?" Nirenka gasped as the piercing voice shot down her ear from close range. "I assume given your reaction my approach was unexpected? A shame. I am disappointed my understudy lied to you, although he likes to play little games sometimes." Nirenka's panic set in again as a new wave of fear overwhelmed her motionless body. "I will tell him how amusing your reaction to his trick was, though." The voice sighed. "Let's get to it then, eh? I suggest cooperation, not that it'll make the ride any easier, it's just less likely to scramble your brain up, ha!"
Nirenka felt the fear completely vanish, and almost as though she was being hugged by her mother again back on Virinat, a huge sensation of comfort drifted through her mind. This solace once again disappeared quickly, though, as her thoughts were interrupted by searing pain on what felt like her lower abdomen, but she somehow knew wasn't. This knowledge did not override the sensation, however, and a mild moan of discomfort turned into a full scream as the feeling was amped up to eleven.
"Impressive resilience!" She heard her torturer exclaim. "Not many patients get that far without screaming!".
The pain subsided and was replaced with massive amounts of pleasure felt all over her. Nirenka already felt quite weak from the two rapid changes, but the satisfaction she was now feeling almost numbed her brain and all feeling completely.
"I can see that you're enjoying this! What are you, some kind of masochist? This is supposed to be torture you know." The monotone cut through the pleasure like a disruptor through flesh. "Oh well, you've been sufficiently weakened for me to get at the juicy memories. I guess a bit of naturally induced trauma before the extraction helped. I'll recommend we use Lieutenant Tamok's technique on the others in my report." The voice tutted in disapproval as Nirenka began to drool slightly as a result of the feeling. "Now that just won't do. Time to break you out of that trance." A button was tapped and Nirenka loudly shouted "No!" before being thrown back into unbearable pain once more.
"Great! It's almost like you want to give us the information! I see you took my advice to heart. It's always a shame when the patient is damaged afterward." The voice went silent for a while, Nirenka wasn't quite sure how long, just that it was a period longer than her own voice could stay with her for. The silent screaming only made Nirenka feel more afraid and alone. She was sure in her subconscious it was a play by the interrogator to get her to free up more information, but unfortunately for Nirenka not many subconscious thoughts get through complete instinct.
After what she decided deep down was a few hours, the world began to fade again has the mental stress started to become too much.
"Oh dear, looks like you're leaving us, can't be having that, can we?" The voice split through her mind like an Axe, as the overwhelming pleasure came hurtling back to her, and the terror that had completely controlled her just seconds previously was forgotten. "Much better. Unfortunately for the both of us I'm nearing the end of my work. You've been very helpful to our cause, you know, Nirenka? Isn't it? I got that from your memories. We'll have a lot of fun hunting down your friends in the Republic." All while the voice explained how her other life was going to be picked apart piece by piece – and sparing not details. Nirenka's mind could only comprehend the words being spoken and the intense pleasure, even her closest friend's death being laid out in graphic detail didn't end the bombardment of joy she was feeling.
The voice's job was complete.