The Mrs - Authority

Posted on Fri Aug 18th, 2023 @ 9:59am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen & Remal Kajun

Mission: Repairs and Retribution
Location: Kunar Mining Camp - Main Building

The lash was brought down on Savar's back, ripping his tunic to pieces. However he made no sound and his face betrayed no emotion. It was utterly blank. His actions had one benefit; they drew attention away from Aurora for the time being.

There was the tiniest hint of a smirk despite the discomfort Rhenora was in, knowing that Remal had hit a nerve. He would undoubtable be punished for his words, but just the fact of knowing they had hit their mark she was sure he was getting under the very thick hide of The Mrs. The Bajoran drew herself back to her knees, concealing her pain whilst she moved to stand beside her husband. If they were to die, at least they would meet the Prophets together.

The Mrs watched as both Remal and Rhenora showed their defiant nature. "Bajorans, predictable, arrogant, stubborn creatures the lot of you. I am up to the challenge, are you?" She asked while directing the question personally at Rhenora. She then spoke aloud to her guards, "Take Mr. Kajun back to his box for the rest of the day. He obviously hasn't learned his lesson yet. Oh, and while you're at it, introduce him to our local wildlife." She glanced at Remal, "By tomorrow you'll be 'itching' to beg me for mercy."

She then walked over to Savar and Aurora, "Return Mr. Savar to the mines but double his workload and half his rations. Perhaps even that Vulcan mind can be cracked with time, we'll make him long for the death which he deserves." She reached out towards Aurora, "Losing ones spouse is a lesson no woman should have to bare, isn't that right love?" The Mrs. asked rhetorically.

Her focus finally fell on Rhenora, who was wearing an oversized shirt that still hit her belly bump, but had been lashed open at the back and was now coated with blood. "As for you... What can I do to you that we haven't already done? Not yet ready to deprive your husband of life." She stood staring at Rhenora, pondering.

Rhenora stood defiant as Remal and Savar were hauled off, praying that each of them would survive the night and see the light of the morning once more. A series of sneezes caught her off guard and she cursed in fluent Bajoran, knowing that the sneezes came more regularly when she was tired. The shirt rode up a little higher at the unexpected movement, causing her to yank it down before the Mrs saw what she was trying to conceal.

Remal heard the sneezing before he was dragged out of the room. He knew what it meant. Instantly he desired to know how the Mrs. would react because this was a telltale action reaction situation that could potentially be their salvation or their undoing. As a fellow woman, would the Mrs. sympathize or become jealous, or some other third thing? He struggled against the guards briefly to catch a glimpse.

Sneezing, a sneezing Bajoran meant many things, but a sneezing Bajoran woman... that could mean something very specific. The Mrs' eyes opened wide as she stared down at Rhenora's physique, specifically had her disguised midsection. Even as Rhenora tried to cover it, the bulge was made evident. The Mrs frowned, then reached out and tore the shirt down from the shoulders until it hung in tatters at Rhenora's wrists.

Everything was revealed leaving nothing to the imagination. "Well, this was not in your file." She was gritting her teeth, holding something back, her mouth filled with bile. And then she shifted, "Do not expect favorable treatment as compensation for your, ailment. You'll find no sympathy here."

She then looked over Rhenora to the guards, "Clean her up and place her in solitary for the time being, and..." She clicked her tongue, "Find me the duty officer who neglected to inform me of her condition. Now." Looking back at Rhenora she ran the crop once more across her face, then down her neck, across her chest, stopping only when she reached the bulge at Rhenora's womb. "Pity. You will never get to experience the pains of motherhood as I have. Loss on the other hand, you are about to become most familiar with."

"I wonder what other information you aren't aware of" Rhenora smirked as she struggled to rise to her feet, half dragged by the guard. Pained as she was she would never let an opportunity to land a good one at the hands of her enemy, despite what it would probably cost. " Best have words to that officer, he may have missed something else."

The Mrs watched as the last of her detainees were dragged away and she wondered how her husband had managed to control himself for so many years. There were days when she thought about just shooting them and getting it over with. While she enjoyed the challenge and the thrill of her job, little inconveniences wore thin like a sharp pebble in one's boot. Rhenora Kaylen and her crew were about to be just such an irritant and she knew it.

TBC