A stinging slap was Commander Tucker's wake up call. As he opened his eyes a nauseating sensation arose from the depths of his stomach, accompanied by a pounding in his head worse than the ultimate hangover. "What the-"
A second blow across the face was enough to rouse him to full consciousness. The world suddenly came into focus, with painful clarity. He was strapped down to some kind of metal table, in a room that could scare the hide off a rhino. Bluish coils were embedded in each corner of the walls, wiring was strewn everywhere, and there was an extremely intimidating Andorian standing over him.
Trip launched himself at the blue person, knocking them to the ground and rushing out of there. Or so he thought, until he realized he was still restrained, arms heaving at the straps with no noticeable effect.
Damn, they must've pumped him up with some crazy drugs.
His attention returned to the Andorian woman, who was at this point hosting an evil smirk, watching in amusement as the pitiful human struggled to break free.
Trip, for his part, did keep trying, efforts only becoming more desperate as a sinister laugh echoed through the room…
One Hour Previously:
Shran made his way to the interrogation room, his second in command had notified him of urgent business. Personally he was hoping for a Vulcan, they were the hardest prisoners to break, but definitely the most rewarding.
The door didn't slide open perfectly, getting stuck halfway through. Grabbing the edge he gave a hard pull, which turned out unnecessary, as he toppled backwards onto the floor. With a growl and a quick glance to make sure no one had seen their commanding officer fall on his rear, Shran dusted himself off and walked into the room.
What he saw gave him pause, that was, before he got mad.
Tucker was strapped into the crudest part of their torture complex, unconscious. By his side was the Andorian's first officer.
"What have you done?" came his snarl.
"What does it look like?" her voice bit back.
Shran's eyes were wide, his antenna flat in outrage. "The humans will kill us! They will kill every Andorian that crosses their path, don't you see, they have the firepower to do it!"
"Not while we have their Captain onboard, they won't dare fire on us."
"You don't know that Lieutenant. We don't know anything about them, none of us do!"
The blue woman tilted her chin upwards, eyeing Shran with disgust. "You've never been one to back down before, but now I see what you truly are, a coward!"
Shran was positively vibrating, as if the anger had made its way down to his very bones. "I'll have you knocked down to crewman! You'll spend the rest of your mutinous life polishing bulkheads!" He took a swing at her, which she easily blocked.
A return jab to the gut knocked him backwards, launching himself at her he didn't make it far when two pairs of hands grabbed his arms, restraining him.
She rose to her full height, before leaning over him, plucking off his Captain's insignia and pinning it to her own chest.
"Take him to the brig"…