Chapter Five: Extraction
Captain Karkoff looked over the boy lying unconscious in the cell. He'd been an interesting one. The Databank's fragmented scanners had identified him as one of the Teleporters that had run around that planet, Earth, in the late twentieth century. They had to release the nerve gas before he got there so he couldn't teleport out of the cell and cause all kinds of trouble.
The other three could stew in the cell alone for now. The Jedi couldn't be drained again for a little while yet or the process could kill him and all hopes of gaining his abilities would be dashed.
So, they fitted the Teleporter with the extractor jumpsuit and connected him. Karkoff and Sykle, along with the other crewmembers of importance had been hooked into the machinery and were relishing in the Teleporter's energy flowing into them.
"Crispin," Karkoff said to the medic running the machine, "make sure you take enough so he can't escape the cell."
"Sir, that could be fatal to the subject."
"Shut it down if it gets too close. I want to be sure he won't be able to use his power to escape."
"Aye, sir," came the reluctant reply.
Karkoff and his officers savored in the power coursing through their bodies, but, all too soon, it was over.
"Put him back in the second cell," Karkoff ordered. "When he wakes up, we'll find out if he knows anything. In the meantime, have you found out anything about that other one?"
Crispin pulled up a record from the Databank. "Some. It seems that his body is having a reaction to the lighting on the ship."
Sykle was puzzled. "What does the lighting have to do with it?" Karkoff had picked out the lights to simulate a red sun. No one had asked why, and no one really cared, anyway.
"If I'm reading this right," said Crispin, "he came from a planet with a red sun. It's the yellow sun of the Earth that gave him his powers."
"All right, then," said Karkoff. "Change the lights here to the standard ones. There's some in the storage compartments. Find out if he has any weaknesses we can exploit to siphon him off."
"Aye, sir."
"Get the Jedi rigged up in an hour. We'll do take two on him."
"Aye, sir."
Half an hour later was when the Teleporter had woken up. Gerod reported that he was another that refused to reveal the identity of the feather's owner.
This was getting rather annoying. They obviously knew and were trying to protect them.
"Damn, I hate nobility," Karkoff complained.
Sykle's console beeped. "Sir, we have another lock."
Karkoff sat in his chair, looking rather bored with the proceedings. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead. First cell."
"This one has some sort of sonic device on his person."
"Deactivate it. Do I have to think of everything?"
The Timescoop did its dirty work and Gerod's voice filtered down after a few minutes.
"Captain, you won't believe this…he's a Time Lord!"
The bridge went quiet. The Time Lords were the ones who had built the Timescoop. They'd all but disappeared a long time ago in a big war. The knowledge that there was one down in his brig made Karkoff leap out of his chair.
"I'm on my way!"
End chapter five.