100% proof, and we don't mean drink...Pt 3

Posted on Tue Apr 5th, 2022 @ 2:07pm by Commander Finchley Kerr & Lieutenant Shr'Nesh Karadis & Lieutenant Niali Korial MD

Mission: *CD*
Location: Shuttle craft heading towards Gamma Quadrant
Timeline: Current.

The shuttle departed from DS9. Onboard, Karadis finished making sure that Joran was safely secured in his seat.

She spat in his face and said "Don't think for a second you're in for an easy time. You're going to tell us everything we want to know, regardless of what of what it takes to get you to do it. I hope any drugs they use on you to get the information fail, I'll then personally take my time to extract it, causing as much pain and discomfort along the way as I can."

Niall sighed and looked back at DS9 wondering if she was doing the right thing. Karadis, to her mind was out of control. “KARADIS!” Niall said loudly, the man is sedated give it a rest please.” She asked.

Karadis turned on Niali "YOU don't give any orders, understand! You're only here because HE wants you here!" she said, throwing her arm over her shoulder towards Finchley. She hardened her look as she added "You're not here on Intelligence merit and you're sure as hell not here because you belong, you're a passenger at best. You do the job you've been asked to do and I'll do what I do because that's my job."

Finchley stood up and walked back to where Karadis was, stood in front of her and said "Niali is here because she has the qualifications to help us. Section Twenty has been reactivated under my Command, I chose the team and I'm the one who says what's what. If you can't handle that, you're no longer needed. Now make a choice, put up or shut up before I put you on your arse. Once more outburst from you and you'll be floating back to DS9, and I hope you can hold your breath that long...am I completely clear...Lieutenant?"

"Oh...yes Sir...you've made yourself VERY clear!" Karadis replied, squaring up to Finchley.

He grabbed her by the collar and threw her against the bulkhead and as she bounced back off he kicked her behind the knees so she dropped to the floor. Grabbing her by the collar again, he put his face right into hers saying "I'm so glad we understand one another, so apologise to Nilai now before I finish this once and for all!"

Karadis, blood trickling down her cheek from a cut on her temple, stared in hatred towards Finchley, then turned her head and through gritted teeth said "I'm sorry...Doctor."

Niali stood and walked over to Karadis. “I am doing my job Karadis, if it wasn’t for me you’d still be sitting on your arse on DS9. I don’t want your respect but I WILL earn it. Now, let me take care of that cut?”

"It's Lieutenant Karadis to you Doctor Korial and I don't need your help, I can look after myself" Karadis replied back, getting up off the deck. She took herself off to the small Command deck area on the shuttle and planted herself heavily down in the co-pilots seat.

Finchley looked at Niali and said "I'm sorry about that Niali, she's a good soldier, but this is obviously still a raw mental wound for her. When the situation was over on Sestus III, she'd lost a lot of good people, and as far as I'm aware she's never spoken to anyone about what happened except me and that was only because I was there and understand. For her to find out that Durot and his wife are still alive and have never been brought to justice for their war crimes...well, it's eating her up alive."

“She doesn’t think I can understand but I do….I, never mind what I think does not matter.”

Turning to Joran he said to her "We have six hours before we rendezvous with the Patterson, I need you to get as much out of Joran there as you can. We need to know where he was when he was altered, were both Nerad and Durot there and just how many soldiers they altered. We also need to know if it was a permanent base or a field base they used. I don't care how you get the information Niali, I just need you to get it, can you do that?"

She looked at him with strength in her eyes. “I told you I would not torture for you, but I am pretty sure I can get the information you need. Give me some time to make up my drugs cocktail, you can question him but I do not want Lieutenant Karadis anywhere near the prisoner, agreed?”

"I didn't say anything about you torturing him Niali" Finchley replied, "I meant through using truth drugs. I'm afraid that's not agreed, Karadis may have questions that I haven't thought of, but I will ensure she asks them from a distance and I'll be between her and Joran. I told you already 'we' get the shit Intelligence jobs because we're expendable and nobody else will do it...Section Twenty don't exist anywhere on file, there's a reason for that" and gesturing around the shuttle he added "this is why."

“So long as she keeps her hands off him.” She sat down and opened her bag and began drawing up the cocktail of drugs. She also checked her phaser was set to stun and would not be afraid to use it if necessary. She stepped over to the restrained Joran and asked him in Cardassian. “Joran we need to know information regarding Nerad and Durot, where you were changed and other information. Will you give that to us freely?”

He looked at her and spat. “She smiled, “well at least you speak your language. I am going to be giving you drugs, they will not hurt you, in fact they may make things pleasurable for you.”
Niall looked at Finchley. “Give me a minute?”

"No problem" Finchley replied.

She walked to the rear of the shuttle faced the hull and breathed deeply, the Korial symbiont had done this, and worse, many times but it was difficult for her as a physician, but, she had promised Finchley and so she would do it. She turned back to him, nodded and smiled. “Right, let’s begin.

Joran looked at Niali and said "Wait a moment, I need to say something."

He looked round at Finchley and said "You mentioned you and her were on Sestus III."

"What of it?" Finchley asked. Karadis at this point heard what Joran had said and now stood up and move over towards him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I was on Sestus III as well" Joran said, "We killed the soldiers you left like the Arsanian swamp hogs they were. 'Please don't kill us...please! They were pathetic, all of them, they couldn't die like proper soldiers, proud, noble...they just whimpered, they got what they deserved."

"THEY WERE INJURED YOU BASTARD, YOU SHOULD HAVE CARED FOR THEM!!!" Kardis shouted out, making for Joran.

Finchley stopped her before she could reach him "STAND TO KARADIS, NOW!" he shouted.

She fought against Finchley holding her, but eventually stood back when she saw she wasn't getting past him. Finchley bodily threw her back, saying "He's trying to rile you Karadis and he's succeeding."

Before Karadis could do or say anything more, Finchley turned to Niali and said "Get to work Doctor."

She was shocked and disgusted at Joran’s outburst and for a moment felt her symbionts pleasure in making suffering an art. She felt confused for a moment then took Joran’s arm and injected her cocktail of drugs into him none too gently. She gave him a couple of moments then checked his pulse and looked at his pupils which were beginning to contract. Joran visibly relaxed and began to drool. “Ask your questions,” she said. “I have more to give him if he needs it but by what I can see for the moment he is completely relaxed.” She looked down onto the floor where Joran had begun to urinate.

The pungent smell of urine made Finchley cover his nose. He then lowered his hand and moved forward to Joran. Leaning down he asked "Was it Nerad who altered your appearance?"

Joran slowly turned his head and looked at Finchley "Wouldn't...you...like...to...know..."

Finchley reached down and took a hold of Joran's right hand pinkie and forced it up the way till it was nearly vertical "You're going to tell me Joran, one way or another, you're going to tell me."

Even through the drugged haze Joran found himself in, the pain was agonising, but he dribbled and laughed "What's that...s'pression you...use...go...fuck...yoursel..."

Finchley forced his pinkie all the way up and a snap sound wasa heard as the bone snapped.

Joran screamed in agony and banged his left fist on the chair arm. He took the next finger on Joran's right hand and began bending it up the way.

"Was it Nerad?" he asked.

Joran just grimaced and stayed silent. Finchley bent the finger upwards and again, a snapping sound was heard. Once again, Joran screamed and banged the arm of his chair with his left hand.

"Once I've finished with snapping your fingers on your hand if you haven't answered me Joran, I'm going to start cutting them off one by one, then I'll move onto your left hand. That's twenty times I'm going to ask you questions, of which you you've refused to answer twice, so you have eighteen left. If you still haven't answered my questions, I'm going to start on your toes, that's another twenty times to answer questions. If you still haven't answered them all, I'll start on your hands, then your feet, then your balls, then your dick, then your nose, then your eyes and finally your ears. Don't worry though, I'll make sure you don't bleed to death before we get to your ears."

Even in his drug educed state, Finchley could see Joran reasoning whether he was being truthful or not. Finchley looked over at Karadis and said "You have your snips with you?"

"Yes" Karadis answered.

"Get them" Finchley ordered.

Karadis went to her back pack and took the snips out and threw them on the floor by Finchley.

Picking them up, Finchley said "Thank you" to Karadis and turned back to Joran "You still have three chances to answer my questions before I..." and he brought the snips up and closed and opened them a few times for effect.

Putting the snips down, he took hold of the middle finger on Joran's right hand, forced it up the way and repeated "Was it Nerad?"

Joran arched his body forward as the pain increased "YESH..IT...WAS...NERAD!"

"Good, good, now, was Durot there as well?" Finchley asked.

Joran grimaced in pain, but gritted his teeth saying nothing.

Another snapping sound came forth as Finchley snapped his middle finger and Joran writhed in excruciating pain.

"Was Durot there?" Finchley asked, moving onto the next finger and forcing it up the way to near breaking point.

Joran began banging the chair with his left hand again but nodded his head at the same time as an affirmative. Finchley once again said "Good."

"Where did they carry out the alterations, what planet?" Finchley asked, forcing Joran's finger further vertical.

Joran began to scream but said nothing, so Finchley snapped the fourth finger and grabbed his thumb forcing it round instead of up, saying "That's four now Joran, one more refusals mean we start with the cutting, it's up to you...what planet?"

Joran kicked out in pain now, bouncing in his seat as well, but still didn't say anything. Finchley forced the thumb further and Joran shouted "HENRON...ISH...WAS...HENRON!!!"

"Was it a permanent base or a field base?" Finchley asked.

Joran bounced up and down in his sat again but still refused to say anything. The adrenalin in his body was now wearing off the drugs he'd been given by Niali.

"Ok, you asked for this" Finchley said, forcing the thumb round even further and up. The crack of the snap was sickening to hear, and Joran screamed like a banshee "IT WAS A FIELD BASE!!!!!"

"Right, you're out of fingers to to break on your right hand, I'm now going to star cutting them off" Finchley said, picking upthe snips again.

"How many of you were altered?" Finchley asked.

Joran was now looking pleadingly at Finchley, but all he got back was a dead mans stare.

"How many?" Finchley asked again, placing the snips at the base of the broken pinkie of Joran's right hand.

Joran began banging his head on the back of the chair, so Finchley closed the snips tighter around the base of the pinkie finger "Last chance Joran, how many?"

"TWENTY, THERE WERE TWENTY OF US!!!!!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Right, that'll do for just now" Finchley said. Looki ng round at Niali he said "DON'T give him anything for the pain, I want him to feel every bit of agony he can, just make sure he doesn't pass out."

Niall sat in shock, she had not expected anything like this. She looked at Joran the benevolent physician part of her wanting to go mend his fractures, give him pain relief and comfort him despite the fact that he undoubtedly had done much worse. This was a side of Finchley she had no idea existed and she was not yet sure if she could accept it. Joran moaned, his eyes closed. She knew that an operative as clever as Joran might try to use her sensibilities to drive a wedge between her Finchley and Karadis so she stayed where she was, quiet and still.