Time & Tide Waits For No Cardassian

Posted on Wed Jul 22nd, 2015 @ 11:41am by Commander Jonathan Martin
Edited on on Fri Jul 31st, 2015 @ 1:21pm

541 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Romulus
Timeline: Current

Sakor sat there staying at the Romulan he had just tortured. The Romulan had bruises and welps that no humanoid wished on another with small rivers of blood pouring out from various wounds that resembled small emerald rivers.

The Romulan's eyes were barely open, slowly fighting the urge to just close them and be over with it.

"I hope you can stay with me just a bit longer, I wouldn't want this "meeting" to end abruptly," Sakor said to the Romulan.

A small chuckle that echoed throughot the cavernous room came from the exhausted Romulan. "I still have a few hours left in me, don't you worry Cardassian." There was defiance in his voice backed by arrogance that he would do anything in his power to not let the Cardassian gain any more satisfaction at his expense.

"Well, that's good to hear. There is nobility in defeat Romulan." Sakor sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I really dislike coming here to Romulus, one of my least favorite planets and above all, I really hate doing this to a Romulan. I have a certain admiration for your species, oh, I really do. But you see, you've forced our hand, and uh, well, this is the result. Marula doesn't like being taken advantage of and to her, a deal is a deal. What is one's word if they cannot follow through on it."

"I told her..."

"Ah, ah, ah," Sakor interrupted with his index finger in front of his mouth. "You had your chance and you failed, so, no excuses or pleading for another chance is going to change that."

The Romulan spit blood on the floor inbetween his feet to free up room in his ever growing occupied mouth. "Then why are you talking to me? Why not just get it over with???"

Sakor smiled. "This job, it's, how to put it delicately, it's cruel, but someone has to do it and that someone is me. I don't take pleasure in this, but it's a necessity in this universe, don't you agree?" Sakor spoke again before the Romulan could answer, "Of course you do, you're a Romulan. Your species isn't foreign to the idea of interrogation."

The Cardassian walked over to the Romulan and circled around him like a vulture would it's food. He leaned down at the waist forcing his mouth near the Romulans ears and spoke quietly, "I like to converse with my clients as it soothes me. It....how can I say this? It brings a purporse to what I do. My occupation doesn't exactly bring much socialization to the table, now does it?" He laughed.

The Romulan didn't share his humor and the energy that he felt just seconds ago started to ebb away as a stabbing pain suddenly sparked a convulsion of the body and a scream.

A pool of green liquid gathered under the feetof the now dead Romulan as well as the tips of the boots of Sakor. The Cardassian stepped back in disgust.

He looked down at the jackal knife that was covered in Romulan blood. "The Remans do know how to make a blade," he said to himself.

Sakor started to walk away as the Romulan's lifeless body sat there in silence.

 

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