The Mrs has a Late Delivery

Posted on Wed Jul 19th, 2023 @ 10:31pm by Commander Jenna Ramthorne & Remal Kajun & Captain Rhenora Kaylen

Mission: Repairs and Retribution
Location: Kunar Mining Camp
Timeline: Current-ish Morning Day 2

Finally, all of the pieces were in one location. The Vulcan who lost his temper and committed murder. His wife, who stood by and watched. The husband of the Captain who would serve as an instrument to break and finally, the reason they were all gathered in the first place upon this miserable rock. Captain, Rhenora Kaylen, bane of the Cardassian Empire, enemy of the state, and all around thorn in her side.

The shuttle carrying Remal Kajun had landed over an hour ago, long enough to allow Remal to sweat in the heat of the sun. A simple way to break a man, leave him inside a metal box in the sun drenched heat. It was time for them all to meet the Mrs. and she was ready. She stood tall, inside her study, an oasis within a fortress, surrounded by what was essentially a mining camp. She signaled to the guards with a flick of her finger to bring in the prisoner.

Minutes later Remal was brought through the doors, practically dragged through them by six armed guards. They unceremonially deposited him upon his knees, hands bound, on the floor several feet from where the Mrs. stood. His face had taken the butt end of a rifle and his body had now experienced a full hour, give or take, inside the sweat box. Needless to say, but he was wet and smelly.

“Mrs, are you certain this one is not for the mine? He is strong and would mine good quantities of ore" one of the guards 'suggested'.

She didn’t flinch. Years of being the site Administrator have helped her maintain her cool in the face of many situations. She stepped over until she was inches from the man’s face. “You’re new here so I will forgive this oversight but once. This man, and his three companions are mine to do with as I see fit.”

She clenched her jaw as she looked briefly down at Remal who was upon his knees, battered and injured from his capture. “They will suffer most egregiously. I will wring every last ounce of hope they may have from their souls with my very hands if I must. Do I make myself clear?” Her eyes now bore into the man standing before her.

"Impeccably, would you like me to bring the others here for your amusement?" The guard offered a devilish grin in his eye. If he behaved just right, he may be allowed to watch and learn from this master.

She gave a small curt nod, “They have been worn down long enough. I believe it is time they knew who was the holder of their leash. Have them cleaned up and brought before me.” She looked at Remal, still upon his knees. Taking three steps towards him she placed the crop in her hand under his chin forcing him to look up at her.

She studied his face, the bruises that were starting to appear. He returned the stare in defiance. She cracked a smile. “There is that familiar Bajoran spirit I remember so well. You know she is alive and that gives you reason to fight.” She spoke to his inner fighter. Then she looked up to the guard that brought him in. “How many did he kill before he was taken down?”

“None ma’am. However the woman with him managed to kill three before she was taken out. We made certain to destroy the ship with her in it before leaving the area.”

The Mrs. looked down at Remal, “A friend?” She studied his reaction to see if it was worth using later. He appeared sad, but not devastated by her words. “No, a clever distraction.” She peered back at the guards. “You should have killed this friend when you had the chance. I am certain she survived as I am certain they will be coming for their lost companions. Captain.”

“Ma’am.” The studious Captain stood at attention.

“Ready your defenses. Round the clock surveillance.” She looked him in the eyes now, “And your dead will not go unavenged.” She nodded before releasing her crop from Remal’s chin and allowing his head to drop. The Captain returned the nod as a sign of respect.

The Mrs turned around and stood by the fire, and waited. The others would arrive soon enough and they would be more of a handful than this one, though she figured he was holding back. But he would sweat, they all would. They would feel her wrath, her loss, ten fold.

TBC