Act One, Scene Three

[Akirapryde]

It took a moment for the pair of Klingons to release their grip and back off. They looked towards V'rol and accepted his control over the situation. They might not have liked the idea of it, but they knew for the moment the Gul was still a Federation prisoner. For the time being they would comply, even if they didn't like it. That backed off to allow the interview to continue. The Klingon commander made his displeasure over the situation clear, "Speak with them for now, dog. Soon, you will be put down like the animal you are."

The Gul regained his composure as he backed off from V'rol. His eyes on his Klingon guards but he didn't fear them as much as he feared the Lieutenant who never left his station. "You don't get it Starfleet" he said to V'rol before turning to Dr. McCoy.

At that moment, Dr. Vanlaere moved up to V'rol and whispered. "He is suffering from Cal'ix poisoning" she said as the Gul's attention was on Dr McCoy. "His medical reports indicated that he was poisoned sometime right before he was brought in to custody back on Velos VII. It effects mental abilities, emotional control and memory. However the reports didn't indicated that the poisoning was this server. I suspect that he might have been poisoned a second time while in custody or here at the Starbase. I can't imagine him doing this to himself."

OOC Narrator Notes: I added this line to help Dr. Vanlaere's player. I am not taking over the character. Just helping her with game play. To know more Dr. Vanlaere, please PM me with your questions.

Dr McCoy shifted her eyes back to the prisoner before her, "Gul, tell me more about your other prisoner. Tell me more of the methods used on her in order to bring the Major closer to you."

The Gul moved towards Dr. McCoy as he smiled softly, "Oh the other prisoners. I knew that my assignment on Velos was a nightmare. So I knew it was worse on my men. I hand selected some prisoners to act as, well you know hospitality for my men and even the women under my command. Some took to their new roles well while others fought against it. I couldn't use those of Ghost Recon though. As much as I wanted to. I was ordered to keep them separated from the rest. It was feared that they knew of our secret weapon." He paused as he continued over to where Dr. McCoy was sitting. He took his seat next to her. He reached out to hold her hand but stopped as the glares from the Klingon fell upon him.

"My men so loved the touch of Federation women. Skin like silk and...and the touch of them" he said remembering his own experience with one. For Gul Bolon, there could only be one Federation woman worthy of his time. He didn't need to mention her as Dr. McCoy knew who that woman was. "I couldn't use the members of Ghost Recon as my men wanted. So I used them to break her. I would torture them for hours just to get her to admit that I was the better mind. Each time she refused me, I would make them suffer. I remember one night she cried after she broke. She cried for the man she loved. I looked down at her, as she cried for his name. No not that Klingon she would marry but the man she never let go of. A childhood love that she spoke of so much. It was the first time I ever saw her truly cry."

He looked in to the eyes of Dr. McCoy and smiled, "That is real power over a person. To be able to control a person like that. I made her beg for me that night. To forsake this man she loved and name me as her lover. Filthy beast didn't deserve me though. I beat her for making such a presumption then executed one of her men for the mistake." he moved his hand between them as he continued, "You see, I never used technology to break her. Her love for her soldiers was more than enough. I used them, or even other helpless prisoners to inflict suffering on her. I could beat her for hours on end and she would cry. But when I beat and tortured someone else for her actions, this was unbearable to her. It was in these moments that I could best control her."

He turned back to V'rol, "you know Starfleet," he said softly with a grin, "I never reported that she only suspected our secret weapon. Trust me, if she knew, that I would have known. But if I told my superiors, they would have taken them away from me. Taken her away from me. So I forged the reports to indicate that she knew of the weapon and that I was getting closer to knowing what she knew. When they ordered me to kill her, I told them. I told you all that she knew. I guess they believed my fake reports more than the truth."

He turned back to Dr. McCoy, "So I am to blame for her death. But I didn't have a choice." His eye twitched as she could feel the pain in his mind. He brought both hands up to his temples as the pain increased. "I" he said softly as the pain increased, "I......I" he slammed his fists down on the table as he leaped up from the table with anger in his eyes. "I didn't have a choice!" he yelled at Dr. McCoy. His voice covered with liquid and filled with hate. He backed up from Dr. McCoy and started to back up towards the wall. "Leave me alone!" he cried out his voice and mind filled with pain. "I told you all I know" he added, but it was lie and he knew it.