In the darkness, an anger is trapped.
Posted on Wed Jul 13th, 2011 @ 10:09am by Lieutenant JG Tramira Kyt
654 words; about a 3 minute read
Mission:
Shades of Gray
Location: ????
The place was infinitely more damp, and dark, than Kyt had ever remembered anything being. There was no light. No sound. It was pure, unadulterated, complete, and total, lack of stimuli.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?" Kyt demanded, immediately.
Her voice echoed, softly. the hell am... the hell... the he... the... th..
Kyt swore, in Klingon. That echoed, likewise.
"Greetings, Starfleeter." A soft, but decidedly male voice said, through an intercomm. Kyt couldn't quite pick out where, precisely, it was.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" Kyt demanded.
"Oh, quite simply, I intend to extort your ship into learning the truth about this government, and then, I may either return you, or kill you, depending on the outcome." The voice said.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?" Kyt demanded.
"No harm telling you, I suppose. But not just right now. In due time." The voice said. The intercomm switched off.
"I'm hungry." Kyt muttered to the dark.
A startlingly bright light opened briefly, at the other end of the room. Something clattered against the floor. A small, lit candle, was left on the tray. Kyt estimated, depending on the wax, that she had between half an hour to an hour of light, from this precious little flame.
The tray also had something closely resembling Earth Borscht on it. It didn't smell particularly apetizing, but Kyt wasn't in the mood to argue. She just hoped the food was safe to eat.
"You had better be coming, Stran." Kyt muttered, to the darkness. "If you send the marines, I'll never bloody well forgive you."
"Fascinating. You know that Stran character?" The voice on the intercom said.
"Yes. I do." Kyt whispered. She could almost feel the slightest tingle of a telepathic link with Stran. It was nothing powerful. If never was, between the two. She enforced that, to keep Stran's mind safe from the rampant anger, and the five years of torment Kyt had endured, that still weighed heavily on her mind. This place reminded her of that time. She shuddered, inwardly.
"Well, I met him. Can't say I found him that interesting, but he was at least talkative. Not like that Lieutenant Commander... Wixlar... something like that." The voice said. "Regardless, why would you want him to come."
"Because, for reasons neither of us understand, we love eachother, and he will blast every square inch of this planet to pieces, until he finds me. Whoever you are, I do not envy you." Kyt said, softly. Provided I don't kill you first, in my daring escape plan I haven't thought up, of course.
It occurred to her, that Kyt wasn't wearing Stran's earring. He wouldn't be able to track her down with it.
She finished the meal, quickly, noting it tasted shockingly better than she expected, and surveyed the room, carefully, in the dim candle-light.
"You'll not escape, I'm afraid. The sensory deprivation cells are perfectly designed. No Radio, subspace, heat, life-signature, or other device will penetrate those walls." The voice said, with a chuckle.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, ANYWAYS?" Kyt demanded.
"I, my dear woman, am known as Wilsh. To some, I am known as the now-ex third assistant. To others, I am known as the leader of The people's plight, as the name translates, according to your translator devices." The man, Wilsh, said. "And you, without question, are the most angry of any of my previous captives."
Oh, you have no idea, Wilsh. When I get out of here, I will tear you apart, into sub-atomic structures, then I will make them collide, and explode, back into you, and do it at least three more times. Kyt thought, angrily. She seethed with anger.
And the candle went out.
The darkness, and the deafness returned.
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Tramira Kyt
Chief Security and Tactical Officer,
USS Calypso
Wilsh
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