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------=_Part_666_608024403.1547171518868 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" *((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Location Unknown))* *::* A soft groan of discomfort broke the relative silence of the small room as the reckless Al-Leyan stirred, slowly moving on the floor as consciousness returned to him. The fugue of memories of him firing on the warp core of the *Phoenix* still fresh, if sluggishly coming to the forefront of his awareness drifted in his consciousness while his eyes fluttered open. His eye lids opened and blinked. The second set blinked as well. The pupils of his glowing eyes swelled then dilated as they adjusted to the ambient brightness of the room he was in. Along with the light his senses gradually filled him in on his surroundings. Vibrations coming up from the floor he was laying on let him know he was still on a ship, or station. Or maybe someplace with a power source that created such noticeable displacement. The tell tale electrical and mechanical hum of various systems filled his ears, he was still groggy, but some sounded similar to the way power flowed through conduits. The light whir of computers and various other systems he was accustomed to hearing while serving on a starship. The louder, telltale buzz of a forcefield. That sound joined with the visual of a small, cramped room, roughly the same size of the cell he'd been in on the Dreadnaught. Though, this was not as new and pristine as the former. It vaguely reminded him in a way of the cargo ship he'd boarded with McKnight several months ago. That everything was put together from dozens of different technologies all untraceable and available on hundreds of worlds. Strength returned to his limbs, which ached but were otherwise unharmed, so he attempted to pull himself up off the floor. His limbs felt heavier than usual. He felt a pain shoot up along his right side, minor as it was, it was potent enough to remind him that oh yeah, he'd been shot. Several times. Glancing down, Toryn saw the charred, tattered Starfleet uniform and noted a spot about midway down his rib cage where a mostly healed burn was visible from the hole in the fabric. Looking around the room his gaze fell on the forcefield, which was darker than he expected. A vibrant, deep crimson hue that obscured his vision to the point it was difficult even for him to make out any details beyond it. It looked like there was a larger room just on the other side. With walls and a door directly across from his cell. That was the best he could surmise from the hazy shimmer in front of him as he unsteadily got to his feet. *:: * *oO* Honestly didn't expect to wake up. Thank the winds. *Oo* *::* One of the first things beyond his surroundings that Toryn noted was the presence of metallic bracelets on both of his wrists. A slow survey of his personage and he quickly spotted larger, but similar anklets around his legs and just above his boots. The skin of his neck felt taut and cool, and he brought his hands up to his neck, noting the smooth choker like adornment not unlike a collar that rested snugly on his shoulders. What he found was interesting was the fact that, while they appeared to be some sort of shackles, or restraints, they were, as far as he could tell, not connected to anything. A scowl creased his brow as he looked at them, so he held his arms out in front of him, hands facing each other and his elbows bent so it looked as thought he were hugging an imaginary being. The fingers of each hand curled around the metal bracelets at his wrists, intent to see if he could rip them from his wrists or perhaps even just manage to crush them in his grasp. A sudden droning hum filled his ears, giving him pause and he felt an incredible tug at both of his wrists, neck and ankles that sent him sailing across the small cell to the back wall, boots dragging on the floor until he collided hard with the wall. With his hands being where they were the impact caused the wind to be forced from his lungs, as if receiving the Heimlich maneuver. Toryn gasped for air, his head angled to oddly as the collar around his neck was flush with the cold metal wall behind him. He realized as he was frantically grasping for air that his legs were likewise pinned to the same surface and his arms were pinned to his torso. Then, for the briefest of moments the force restraining him abruptly subsided, causing him to reflexively pull his arms to his sides and his body slumping towards the floor. No sooner had he done that simple motion than the buzz renewed and he was once again pressed up against the wall. The panic subsided as he managed to clutch air and draw it into his lungs with a sharp burning sensation in his lungs. He coughed and the hum from the forcefield shifted slightly as two figures emerged, actually stepping through the crimson energy field. Toryn was, despite his disorientation shocked to see anyone pass through an active forcefield until of course, he realized who, or rather what they were. A pair of metallic entities of vastly differing heights, builds and dispositions stood before him just inside his cell. The one on the left was vaguely familiar. At least as tall as he was, built like an emergency bulkhead and armed like a company of Marines. Toryn's gaze ran over him first, sizing up the automaton. Both arms had weaponry visibly protruding from them, disruptors, or perhaps phasers of some kind. A rather imposing and large disruptor rose up from the thing's back right shoulder. As if retracted into it. Cold yellow, mechanical eyes stared at him and the armored plating along its chassis seemed to look like interlocking plates of some kind. Toryn vaguely recalled seeing a spider bot hit him before he black out earlier. The description of this machine, along with that caused his eyes to widen slightly in a mix of shock, fear and rage. Though he'd not seen them personally, being on a shuttlecraft at the time he'd read the reports from Dermont and the others. Of the humanoid robot that had lead the bots that boarded *Atlantis* over half a year ago. There was no way to know if it was the same, or not but he felt himself gritting his teeth and jerk towards the thing out of impulse. Toryn felt one leg and both arms pull away from the wall behind him though it was like dragging his limbs through tar or some non-Newtonian fluid. But to lunge about a foot away from the wall, put his boot down to try and pull himself closer when the buzz increased and he felt the counter pull from the wall magnify. He let out a deep grunt as he was slammed into the wall once more. This time, keeping his breath and still straining to try and free himself to get at the thing that had been responsible for killing 27 members of his crew. A soft tsk from the figure adjacent to the armed one drew his attention. This one, unlike the first, was lithe. Seemingly devoid of any weaponry that he could tell and almost wispy of stature. Like the other one, it's eyes showed cold yellow from the lights behind them. This one however had more humanoid facial construction. It held one hand out in front of it, index finger wagging from side to side. As if chiding him for his attempt. *:: * Interrogator_Ceti: I'd advise against that, Commander. Can't have you harming yourself before I have the opportunity to do so. It diminishes my work. Boarding_Beta: We waste processes and time taunting the organic. ::As it spoke, the disruptors on its body activated and pointed at Toryn:: It will talk to keep it's limbs from being disintegrated one at a time. *::* The smaller machine half turned to regard its companion, that same hand that had been gesturing to him a moment ago held up to halt the other.* :: * Interrogator_C: Your programming is exclusive to boarding and raiding. Beta. Mine is to interrogate uncooperative organics such as the young Commander here. Stick to your programming and keep your processes out of mine. You've done your task. Now, desist and permit me to do mine. *::* There was a brief shared glance as if some unseen communication was taking place and the larger unit powered down its weapons and stepped back to stand in the corner of the cell. The smaller one turned to regard Toryn and stepped closer to him. *::* *Interrogator_C*: Now, Commander Raga. I have some questions for you. *Raga*: ::He sneered at the machine:: Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga, Serial number Zee Gee dash, zero six nine, eight seven three. *Interrogator_C*: Predictable. *::* There was a slight twist of the robot's wrist and Toryn barely registered the sound of a spike of energy flowing through the wall behind him a moment before it discharged into his body, several thousand volts at least from how it felt coursed through his body, causing it to convulse, his back and limbs to arch and contort within the confines of the force holding him to the wall. He felt his muscles lock and cried out in pain. His lone voice echoing throughout the cell and beyond. It lasted for only two minutes but it might as well have been two hours for how painful it felt. *:: * *((Deck 1, Bridge, USS Atlantis))* *::* Since Toryn's abrupt departure via transporter beam Sylara, the childhood companion and large owl had sat perched by the small console in the center of the bridge where he had been standing not but a few hours prior. The animal was intelligent and well accustomed to being in places other than his quarters. Even places crowded or otherwise buzzing with activity such as the bridge had been since he'd left. The Seiuri's head swiveled around from one side to the other, watching the bridge crew silently as they went about their business, mindful not to get in the way. Even though she knew there was something wrong. The psychic connection that the bird shared with the Al-Leyan made his feelings obvious as well as his intent prior to his disappearance. Even now, at such a great distance the two of them shared a connection. It was dull, the way Toryn could feel both Rune and to a much lesser extent, Lael in his mind. Not enough for contact, but enough to get a general sense of their existence. With the seiuri it was different, the bird had bonded psychically to Toryn at a young age. So it could often sense and feel what he was even when she had been left back on Leya-I. That awareness let the bird feel the intense pain being psychically projected from her owner, wherever he was. Enough so that the owl began to hoot loudly and flail her wings in discomfort and alarm. The bird had no way of communicating with anyone but Toryn, and it was likely that those on the bridge would merely comprehend her distress as a pet being concerned for its owner. Not knowing that her painful cries were telepathic echoes of his own agony. *::* *((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Location Unknown, TRS Torment))* *::* The energy dissipated into the floor of the cell as the discharge ceased, leaving Toryn convulsing in place as his body recuperated from the literal shock. *::* *Interrogator_C*: That was just a little sampling of what this cell can do, Commander. I'd advise you desist with the famed Starfleet bravado. Let's start with something simple. Where are you from? *Raga*: ::He panted shakily:: Lieutenant..Commander...Tor..ahhhhHHH! *:: *A second, more potent discharge interrupted him leaving him screaming once more. *::* *Interrogator_C*: This one is stubborn. Have the crew adjust course. We don't want Starfleet finding us before I've gotten what I can from this one. *:: *The armored robot stepped back through the forcefield and vanished from sight while the second unit stepped right up in front of his still twitching, screaming form. *::* *Interrogator_C*: Let's try this again, shall we Commander? *oO *Winds...make it stop..* Oo* *:: *The discharge ceased before he blacked out, leaving him once more panting and shaking from the effects of so much energy coursing through and disrupting his biological systems. Toryn blankly stared at the floor, hoping the Captain and the rest of the crew were safe and had made it back to the station in one piece. The Al-Leyan made a raspy sound, his voice already cracking from the strain of screaming. He almost didn't register the faint echo that barely registered at the edges of his mind. Only the last few words being caught. *::* *~~ Hold on. We are coming. ~~* *::* Toryn didn't recognize the psychic voice, but the words caused the Al-Leyan to crack a smirk at the robot before him. As the third, more powerful discharge buffeted his body like a plasma storm and his voice cracked from the strain of vocalizing his agony, his smile remained locked on his expression thanks to the energy flowing through him. He could hold out. He had to. His friends were coming. *:: * *=========================================================* *Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga * *Mission Specialist* *USS Atlantis NCC-74682* *PodCast Team* *Atlantis Staff Member* *Writer ID: A239410TR0* *https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga* -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "UFOP: StarBase 118: USS Atlantis" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to sb118-atlantis+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. 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((Beta Quadrant, Par'tha Expanse, Location Unknown)= )

:: A soft groan of discomfort broke = the relative silence of the small room as the reckless Al-Leyan stirred, sl= owly moving on the floor as consciousness returned to him. The fugue of mem= ories of him firing on the warp core of the Phoenix=C2=A0still fresh= , if sluggishly coming to the forefront of his awareness drifted in his con= sciousness while his eyes fluttered open. His eye lids opened and blinked. = The second set blinked as well. The pupils of his glowing eyes swelled then= dilated as they adjusted to the ambient brightness of the room he was in. = Along with the light his senses gradually filled him in on his surroundings= . Vibrations coming up from the floor he was laying on let him know he was = still on a ship, or station. Or maybe someplace with a power source that cr= eated such noticeable displacement. The tell tale electrical and mechanical= hum of various systems filled his ears, he was still groggy, but some soun= ded similar to the way power flowed through conduits. The light whir of com= puters and various other systems he was accustomed to hearing while serving= on a starship. The louder, telltale buzz of a forcefield. That sound joine= d with the visual of a small, cramped room, roughly the same size of the ce= ll he'd been in on the Dreadnaught. Though, this was not as new and pri= stine as the former. It vaguely reminded him in a way of the cargo ship he&= #39;d boarded with McKnight several months ago. That everything was put tog= ether from dozens of different technologies all untraceable and available o= n hundreds of worlds.=C2=A0

Strength returned to h= is limbs, which ached but were otherwise unharmed, so he attempted to pull = himself up off the floor. His limbs felt heavier than usual. He felt a pain= shoot up along his right side, minor as it was, it was potent enough to re= mind him that oh yeah, he'd been shot. Several times. Glancing down, To= ryn saw the charred, tattered Starfleet uniform and noted a spot about midw= ay down his rib cage where a mostly healed burn was visible from the hole i= n the fabric. Looking around the room his gaze fell on the forcefield, whic= h was darker than he expected. A vibrant, deep crimson hue that obscured hi= s vision to the point it was difficult even for him to make out any details= beyond it. It looked like there was a larger room just on the other side. = With walls and a door directly across from his cell. That was the best he c= ould surmise from the hazy shimmer in front of him as he unsteadily got to = his feet. ::=C2=A0

oO=C2=A0Honestly = didn't expect to wake up. Thank the winds. Oo

<= /b>
:: One of the first things beyond his surroundings tha= t Toryn noted was the presence of metallic bracelets on both of his wrists.= A slow survey of his personage and he quickly spotted larger, but similar = anklets around his legs and just above his boots. The skin of his neck felt= taut and cool, and he brought his hands up to his neck, noting the smooth = choker like adornment not unlike a collar that rested snugly on his shoulde= rs. What he found was interesting was the fact that, while they appeared to= be some sort of shackles, or restraints, they were, as far as he could tel= l, not connected to anything. A scowl creased his brow as he looked at them= , so he held his arms out in front of him, hands facing each other and his = elbows bent so it looked as thought he were hugging an imaginary being. The= fingers of each hand curled around the metal bracelets at his wrists, inte= nt to see if he could rip them from his wrists or perhaps even just manage = to crush them in his grasp.=C2=A0

A sudden droning= hum filled his ears, giving him pause and he felt an incredible tug at bot= h of his wrists, neck and ankles that sent him sailing across the small cel= l to the back wall, boots dragging on the floor until he collided hard with= the wall. With his hands being where they were the impact caused the wind = to be forced from his lungs, as if receiving the Heimlich maneuver. Toryn g= asped for air, his head angled to oddly as the collar around his neck was f= lush with the cold metal wall behind him. He realized as he was frantically= grasping for air that his legs were likewise pinned to the same surface an= d his arms were pinned to his torso. Then, for the briefest of moments the = force restraining him abruptly subsided, causing him to reflexively pull hi= s arms to his sides and his body slumping towards the floor. No sooner had = he done that simple motion than the buzz renewed and he was once again pres= sed up against the wall. The panic subsided as he managed to clutch air and= draw it into his lungs with a sharp burning sensation in his lungs. He cou= ghed and the hum from the forcefield shifted slightly as two figures emerge= d, actually stepping through the crimson energy field.=C2=A0

=
Toryn was, despite his disorientation shocked to see anyone pass= through an active forcefield until of course, he realized who, or rather w= hat they were. A pair of metallic entities of vastly differing heights, bui= lds and dispositions stood before him just inside his cell. The one on the = left was vaguely familiar. At least as tall as he was, built like an emerge= ncy bulkhead and armed like a company of Marines. Toryn's gaze ran over= him first, sizing up the automaton. Both arms had weaponry visibly protrud= ing from them, disruptors, or perhaps phasers of some kind. A rather imposi= ng and large disruptor rose up from the thing's back right shoulder. As= if retracted into it. Cold yellow, mechanical eyes stared at him and the a= rmored plating along its chassis seemed to look like interlocking plates of= some kind. Toryn vaguely recalled seeing a spider bot hit him before he bl= ack out earlier. The description of this machine, along with that caused hi= s eyes to widen slightly in a mix of shock, fear and rage. Though he'd = not seen them personally, being on a shuttlecraft at the time he'd read= the reports from Dermont and the others. Of the humanoid robot that had le= ad the bots that boarded Atlantis=C2=A0over half a year ago. There w= as no way to know if it was the same, or not but he felt himself gritting h= is teeth and jerk towards the thing out of impulse.=C2=A0

Toryn felt one leg and both arms pull away from the wall behind him= though it was like dragging his limbs through tar or some non-Newtonian fl= uid. But to lunge about a foot away from the wall, put his boot down to try= and pull himself closer when the buzz increased and he felt the counter pu= ll from the wall magnify. He let out a deep grunt as he was slammed into th= e wall once more. This time, keeping his breath and still straining to try = and free himself to get at the thing that had been responsible for killing = 27 members of his crew. A soft tsk from the figure adjacent to the armed on= e drew his attention. This one, unlike the first, was lithe. Seemingly devo= id of any weaponry that he could tell and almost wispy of stature. Like the= other one, it's eyes showed cold yellow from the lights behind them. T= his one however had more humanoid facial construction. It held one hand out= in front of it, index finger wagging from side to side. As if chiding him = for his attempt. ::=C2=A0

Interrogator_Ceti= : I'd advise against that, Commander. Can't have you harming yourse= lf before I have the opportunity to do so. It diminishes my work.=C2=A0

Boarding_Beta: We waste processes and time taunting t= he organic. ::As it spoke, the disruptors on its body activated and pointed= at Toryn:: It will talk to keep it's limbs from being disintegrated on= e at a time.=C2=A0

:: The smaller machine h= alf turned to regard its companion, that same hand that had been gesturing = to him a moment ago held up to halt the other. ::=C2=A0
Interrogator_C: Your programming is exclusive to boarding and = raiding. Beta. Mine is to interrogate uncooperative organics such as the yo= ung Commander here. Stick to your programming and keep your processes out o= f mine. You've done your task. Now, desist and permit me to do mine.=C2= =A0

:: There was a brief shared glance as i= f some unseen communication was taking place and the larger unit powered do= wn its weapons and stepped back to stand in the corner of the cell. The sma= ller one turned to regard Toryn and stepped closer to him. ::
<= div>
Interrogator_C: Now, Commander Raga. I have some = questions for you.=C2=A0

Raga: ::He sne= ered at the machine:: Lieutenant Commander Toryn Raga, Serial number Zee Ge= e dash, zero six nine, eight seven three.=C2=A0

Interrogator_C: Predictable.=C2=A0

::<= /b> There was a slight twist of the robot's wrist and Toryn barely regi= stered the sound of a spike of energy flowing through the wall behind him a= moment before it discharged into his body, several thousand volts at least= from how it felt coursed through his body, causing it to convulse, his bac= k and limbs to arch and contort within the confines of the force holding hi= m to the wall. He felt his muscles lock and cried out in pain. His lone voi= ce echoing throughout the cell and beyond. It lasted for only two minutes b= ut it might as well have been two hours for how painful it felt. ::=C2= =A0

((Deck 1, Bridge, USS=C2=A0At= lantis))

::=C2=A0Since Toryn= 's abrupt departure via transporter beam Sylara, the childhood companio= n and large owl had sat perched by the small console in the center of the b= ridge where he had been standing not but a few hours prior. The animal was = intelligent and well accustomed to being in places other than his quarters.= Even places crowded or otherwise buzzing with activity such as the bridge = had been since he'd left. The Seiuri's head swiveled around from on= e side to the other, watching the bridge crew silently as they went about t= heir business, mindful not to get in the way. Even though she knew there wa= s something wrong. The psychic connection that the bird shared with the Al-= Leyan made his feelings obvious as well as his intent prior to his disappea= rance. Even now, at such a great distance the two of them shared a connecti= on. It was dull, the way Toryn could feel both Rune and to a much lesser ex= tent, Lael in his mind. Not enough for contact, but enough to get a general= sense of their existence. With the seiuri it was different, the bird had b= onded psychically to Toryn at a young age. So it could often sense and feel= what he was even when she had been left back on Leya-I.=C2=A0
That awareness let the bird feel the intense pain being psychi= cally projected from her owner, wherever he was. Enough so that the owl beg= an to hoot loudly and flail her wings in discomfort and alarm. The bird had= no way of communicating with anyone but Toryn, and it was likely that thos= e on the bridge would merely comprehend her distress as a pet being concern= ed for its owner. Not knowing that her painful cries were telepathic echoes= of his own agony. ::

((Beta Quad= rant, Par'tha Expanse, Location Unknown, TRS Torment))

::=C2=A0The energy dissipated into th= e floor of the cell as the discharge ceased, leaving Toryn convulsing in pl= ace as his body recuperated from the literal shock. ::
=
Interrogator_C: That was just a little sampling o= f what this cell can do, Commander. I'd advise you desist with the fame= d Starfleet bravado. Let's start with something simple. Where are you f= rom?=C2=A0

Raga: ::He panted sha= kily:: Lieutenant..Commander...Tor..ahhhhHHH!

:= : A second, more potent discharge interrupted him leaving him screaming= once more. ::

Interrogator_C= : This one is stubborn. Have the crew adjust course. We don't want Star= fleet finding us before I've gotten what I can from this one.=C2=A0<= br>

:: The armored robot stepped back t= hrough the forcefield and vanished from sight while the second unit stepped= right up in front of his still twitching, screaming form. ::
<= div>
Interrogator_C: Let's try this again, = shall we Commander?=C2=A0

oO Win= ds...make it stop..=C2=A0Oo

:: The discharge ceased before he blacked out, leaving him once more panting= and shaking from the effects of so much energy coursing through and disrup= ting his biological systems. Toryn blankly stared at the floor, hoping the = Captain and the rest of the crew were safe and had made it back to the stat= ion in one piece. The Al-Leyan made a raspy sound, his voice already cracki= ng from the strain of screaming. He almost didn't register the faint ec= ho that barely registered at the edges of his mind. Only the last few words= being caught.=C2=A0::

~~ Hold on. We are coming. ~~

::=C2=A0Toryn= didn't recognize the psychic voice, but the words caused the Al-Leyan = to crack a smirk at the robot before him. As the third, more powerful disch= arge buffeted his body like a plasma storm and his voice cracked from the s= train of vocalizing his agony, his smile remained locked on his expression = thanks to the energy flowing through him. He could hold out. He had to. His= friends were coming. ::=C2=A0

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Lieutenant= Commander Toryn Raga=C2=A0
Mission Specialist<= /b>
USS Atlantis NCC-74682
PodCast Team
Atlantis Staff Member
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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