Incursion, Part IV

Incursion, Part IV
ISS Portland,

Mirror Universe

Authors:

Brig

Eilis eyes narrowed as she looked over the small group held in one of the cells. The already cramped quarters was made worse by the more than one person being inside but right now it served a purpose to keep them all together. The dark lighting caused shadows to cross their faces, hiding the fear and anger that the young woman knew was bubbling under the surface.

Eilis didn't need to do a head count to straight away recognise that people were missing. "You were warned Tamara not to touch a hair on their heads...." Turning to her adversary, the officer wasn't anywhere near being happy. Yet again Tamara had royally screwed up, but had anyone expected anything less.

Tamara had almost enough of Eilis. Staring daggers at the woman, Tamara growled, "They're alive. Blame the guards, they took care of the Bajoran." Tamara pressed her face in close to Eilis, then whispered venom that only Eilis could hear, "I'd watch the tone. I'd hate for an accident to happen while the prisoners make an escape attempt."

Very easily, Eilis raised her hand to cup it around Tamara's throat as she exerted enough pressure to stop the flow of oxygen. "I'd be very careful who you threat my dear...one word and I'll have you shot quicker than you can cry out your lovers name. He can only protect you so far...."

Tamara's eyes stared murder at Eilis. In any other situation, Tamara would've taken the d'k tahg at her side and ran the other one through. She had won it by killing a Klingon warrior and stealing it from his corpse. This time, however, she simply slammed her fists into Eilis' elbows to release the hold. "You are the one who should be careful. This is your show, so I'll let it slide," she said hiding a bit of fear behind blinding rage.

Eilis held a the woman's throat a little longer before she finally let go and turned to the cell. Deactivating the force field, her whole deminer and face changed as she met each of the captives eyes, one after the other. "I apologise for my colleagues behaviour."

Indicating to one side, she motioned for one of her officers to step forward with a platter of food and a jug of water. "I imagine you must be hungry and thirsty after the ordeal you've been through."

From the opposing corner of the cell, a disheveled-looking man, dressed in a dirtied, blue jumpsuit and doctor's coat, snorted out a laugh. He eyed the oddly-dressed prisoners, before leveling a single-eyed stare on Eilis, choosing the wiser option to not speak further.

Hearing the noise, the false smile on Eilis' lips never once slipped as she tilted her head slightly to the side. "Is there something the matter Mr Mahone? I hope that you aren't feeling unwell, I can always arrange a repeat visit to sickbay if it is neccessary?"

Quirking a brow, the vibrant-eyed man shook his head, speaking in a lowered, gruff tone. "I don't think that'll be necessary, Miss Eilis. I think you'll find I am... fit as a fiddle, as they would say."

Sera struggled a bit as she rolled into a sitting position. Her captors were not the most gentle, and the hand restraints caused some difficulty in pushing herself up. She noticed that she was in the corner of what definitely looked like the brig of a Portland class ship, one that seemed a bit off. Inside her mind, she located the EPS conduit and other important components of the holding cell. She tried to stay as quiet as she could, it was obvious this new interrogator wasn't in the mood for games.

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Sickbay

To some the Sickbay on the ISS Portland would appear like Dr. Frankenstein's lab. The technology present was a mishmash from several cultures. Some of the technology was even organic and lent an interesting range of smells to place. In the middle of all this stood what appeared to be a Borg drone.

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