Posted on Thu Jul 22nd, 2021 @ 6:54pm by Lieutenant Commander Aeryn Jameson
Mission 4 - A New Home
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1230
The sound of the door to her room opening made Aeryn turn to look as one of her captors walked in carrying a plate of food. “Here eat this...” he looked her over checking her visually as though he actually cared about her wellbeing.
“Thank you” She nodded. “But it would be easier to eat if my hands weren’t bound” She held her hands up giving him a questioning look.
“Just don’t try anything stupid, my colleagues out there aren’t averse to sending little pieces of you to your father as proof of life. Understanding me?”
Aeryn nodded. “Understood. I don’t even know what this is about.”
“It’s about your old man!” He loosened her bindings taking them away. “Don’t you know who you are?”
Aeryn shook her head. “I don’t know who my father is! I never got to look at the test results.” She sighed.
“Your old man is a Romulan Senator! A man with some serious influence, one who is going to have to admit his infidelities with your mother, if he ever wants to see you alive that is!”
“Why would he care?” Aeryn shot the man a glance. “I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me!”
Romulans Are honour bound to their families Commander. He is honour bound to do whatever it takes to save you!” He pushed the plate to her. “Anyway, eat your food while you have the chance.”
Aeryn nodded and started eat, little realising that her food was laced with drugs. Drugs that would keep her placid and under control so she wouldn’t put up a fight or misbehave. No sooner had she finished what was on her plate then the drugs started taking effect.
“How much stuff did you put in that food?” Clark looked at his fellow conspirators.
“Enough to keep her under control, she’ll be out for a few hours.” Jones smiled as he gave her a leer of a look. “Sweet on her are you?”
“No, I’m just concerned that giving her too much will do more harm than good that’s all.” Clark sighed.
“Who cares! She’s expendable, hell the trip to come down will be worse than the high she gets from the stuff anyway!” Jones grinned. “Trust me she’s better off sailing than screaming for more cause it hurts!”
Clark took one last look back before shutting the door, he was in this for political reasons not personal ones. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the young woman he was slowly turning into an addict.