Tegan Chronicles STV Style 3:
What's Left of the Flag 6
"Red alert." Janeway didn't even get to send out a hail to the planet before reports started pouring in that her crew was mysteriously disappearing.
It started with crew members from engineering and then astrometrics, she had just heard from the doctor that Tegan had vanished front of his very eyes. She and Tuvok quickly locked out all commands to Voyager from any personnel without the proper clearance codes. It wasn't a moment too soon, when she looked up she was the last person standing on Voyager. She sighed heavily as several humanoids materialized on the bridge with weapons drawn. It wasn't in her to surrender, but with only a small handheld phaser against seven weapons of unknown makeup she was left with few options.
"What the hell did you do with my crew?" She puffed her chest out and commanded an answer.
"Your crew has been transported to a holding cell on Hashanti Prime." The man standing nearest her, who for all counts looked 100% human minus the row of spikes on either side of his head, spoke with a gruff voice as he jerked the phaser from her hand and tossed it across the bridge.
"Jurroth, they locked us out of the ship's systems." Another man who stood at Tuvok's console addressed the man who had just spoken to Janeway. She surmised this Jurroth was the leader.
She ignored the conversation that was taking place and squared her shoulders, drawing herself to her fullest height and spoke over them. "You had better not hurt any member of my crew."
"Give me the access codes to your ship and I won't have to." He held his hand out and a silvery metal pole about three-quarters of a meter long was placed in it. One end was flared out into a sphere that had a small concaved dimple on it; he slapped it down into a gloved hand, the metal rings on his leather jacket jangled against each other with the movement. He laid the offer out one more time, "You can spare them injury by giving me the override codes."
"Over my dead body."
"Very well." Jurroth nodded once and in an instant of red swirling glittery light they were transported to the surface of the planet.
Janeway stared at the large cage housing the entire Voyager crew minus Chakotay, Seven, Harry and the EMH. She only hoped they would return and be able to regain control of Voyager and rescue them before she lost any of her crew.
"You pick one and I'll pick one." The grin Jurroth shot her way made her stomach revolt.
"For?" She asked ignoring the lead anvil weighing down her gut.
"To torture," his smile was that of pure maddening delight, "of course."
"I don't think so." Janeway shook her head.
"Have it your way." He lifted his chin to one of the men who opened the door. "I'll just have to pick them both. But don't worry after I kill them you'll get a chance to pick one of the next set."
Tuvok stepped forward to block him and his entourage but Jurroth pressed the rounded end of the short staff into Tuvok's chest. A white light shot out from it and into Tuvok's chest but he didn't cry out or falter as he redirected the pain in his mind.
Tom rushed him and Jurroth swung the stick around catching him in the abdomen and sending him sprawling onto the ground, crying out in anguish as he curled into a fetal position.
He pointed to Tuvok. "Take him. He'll be fun to break."
As two of his men escorted Tuvok out Jurroth continued to walk around and look over the crew, most of which stepped back when his gaze fell on them. Every once in a while he would look to Janeway for any signs that she would be more willing to give up information if he chose someone in particular, but her jaw remained set. He stepped up to B'Elanna who didn't back away.
"You could be fun." But he turned quickly when a blonde caught his eye. He stepped over to her and she shrank back.
From across the cell Tegan saw Neelix push Naomi behind him and his mouth open. She knew what she had to do despite what it would do to her captain, to Kathryn. She knew pain. She was intimate with it. She had been exquisitely tortured more times than she cared to admit or count, both physically and mentally. She had even been known to torture herself from time to time, mainly psychological torture. If she could count the innumerable memories of torture that weren't hers, alone, they would give her the experience she needed to get through this. She hoped. Without a second thought she stepped between Jurroth and Samantha Wildman, "Take me."
"My, my, my, you're awfully pretty for a, what's your species again? Human. What's your name?"
"Lieutenant Tegan Kiser."
"Well Lieutenant Kiser, since you are so eager to die I'll take you first, but when you're dead I'm coming back for her."
"I don't die so easily." She glared into his dark black eyes.
"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" He held his arm out toward the cell entrance and she stepped in front of him and followed his guards out.
She waited until two of them were occupied shutting the cell doors to turn her attention on the one standing nearest her. They were greatly outnumbered, but that had never stopped her from attempting to escape when she was still back in her original timeline and she didn't see any reason it should stop her from doing so now. She elbowed him and reached up with her biomechanical hand and grabbed another one around the neck squeezing the life from him like a boa constrictor. She watched as his face turned blue, then gray as his eyes started to bulge from their sockets, she was about to let go but she felt the intense white heat radiating into her shoulder and branching out into her body. She didn't feel the slight pinch in her neck as a hypospray was injected there. Finally as her body collapsed to the ground under the weight of the sedative her biomechanical hand relaxed releasing her victim.