Post by mal on Jan 10, 2011 21:55:30 GMT -5
Kitty did not like the reports that were coming to the office concerning their guest, though she she wasn't human, or at least wasn't from earth, Kitty fully supported the Geneva Convention when it came to the treatment of captives. She hated the word, they had no quarrels with anyone but after the first team returned decimated and after the reports she read concerning the treatment of the people on the other planet, well she couldn't call this alien anything other than hostile.
Problem is, Kitty also didn't believe it was their place to judge, it's not like humans ever did any better. It was giving her a headache. Well there is one way to deal with this, then. She sent down an order to have the prisoner taken to interrogation. She would speak with the woman herself. Kitty prided herself on her skills as a judge of character, she hired most of the people here, she knew the difference between competent and dangerous.
Diana would be released from her bed and under heavy guard she would be taken to a secure room holding only two chairs and a table, all of which was bolted to the ground. Diana would also be restrained with the use of leather padded steel ankle cuffs chained to the floor giving her almost no leeway.
--
From strapped to a bed to now shackled to a chair. Diana did not know which she hated more. Having hardly any free movement for what she assumed to be a few days, her muscles and bones ached. She wanted nothing more than to at least walk a few steps and relieve the tension that had been building in her body.
Sitting in the steel chair, her fingers were lacked before her and resting upon the matching steel table. The look on her face was rather unreadable as she stared into the mirror across from the table. Though her outsides were cool as the polar ice caps, her insiders were molten like the core of a volcano. She could erupt at any moment if she so chose.
Dressed what she considered a prisoners grabs, the white button shirt and loose cloth pants hung loosely on her figure. Diana wouldn’t even dress her slaves in such trash. It was just one of the many other things she had been adding to her list of unpleasantness. Whoever these people were, they had not treated her at all with any regard. This was an apparent primitive world full of savages.
--
Edison waited patiently outside the interrogation room, watching through one way armored glass. The alien certainly LOOKED human once stripped of her warrior garb and weapons. And stripped she was. Down to a hospital scrubs. And she STILL looked good.
The rep had requested to conduct the interview (interrogation) ... and the base commander had readily agreed. The elevator doors opened, and he nodded as the rep arrived. Visually, a VERY pleasant surprise ... but he maintained his demeanor. Granted, he was DEFINITELY in casual dress. Jeans, shirt, army boots and a ratty cowboy hat.
"You must be the rep from corporate. I'm Maxwell Edison, one of the away team that helped capture the alien. She’s restrained in her chair. No indicators of cybernetic or biological enhancement, other than the worm in her neck.”
He gestured, and if she wished, he would open the security door. When she entered, he would stand back … letting her have the seat.
--
I hate being jumped on when I walk out of an elevator. "Yes Mister Edison, I know who you are and yes I have read the reports." Briefed, as if I would trust anyone's account of the situation besides what was written by the first hand witnesses. "Is there a reason you are here?" I walk past him, my heels click on the concrete floor, the goons escorting hardly leave me any room to breath, I don't need someone else peeking over my shoulder.
At the window to the cell I observe Diana a moment then look at Maxwell. "From what I have read this is a woman of power, she expects things and by keeping them from her we will get nowhere. Do we even have any proof that she was involved in the attack on the first away team?"
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“Ma’am, she came OUT of the pyramid fortress on a flying transport. WHILE they were gathering slaves or sacrifices from the locals. While her armor differs slightly from the Egyptian style garb, functionally it appears near identical and they carry the same kind of energy weapons that devastated our first team. Maybe she was buying slaves or sacrifices?”
He shrugged.
“I’m here because she’s a warrior. You may need a military perspective. Then again, maybe not. But I’m here if you need one.”
--
"I can understand your logic, but there is no proof that they harmed any of ours and also, america used to sell and trade slaves for profit, some of us fought against it, had the south won, we would still own slaves. Just because we call ourselves civilized, doesn't mean everyone else shares the same definition. It hardly makes them evil, just makes then different, alien." I look through the glass again. "Is it really our place to dictate proper conduct to other races? Or to judge them?"
With that I type in my access code and walk into the room, expecting one of the goons and most likely Max to follow me. "Unchain her, she is not a dog." She had ordered Diana to be chained in the first place. So let the game begin. "My name is Kitty York, for the time being, I am in charge here." I look Diana in the eyes.
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As the door opened Diana’s eyes drew away from the mirror and towards the beings that filed into the room. First there was a young woman, looking no more than a child at best. This would be a ver interesting evening. Next were some large men, no doubt her guards or some kind. At least from their large bulky bodies and the way they hounded her, it seemed as though they were hired muscle. Lastly was another man, looking rather rugged from the rest… and rather unkempt as well. He seemed a little out of place and Diana wondered just what he was doing there.
Diana watched through dry eyes as a man moved around the table and took the shackle from her ankle. Once he had moved off and away from her, Diana again looked up. Her eyes fell upon the young woman that was now seated across from her. Obviously this was a tactical move. It was something Diana had used herself in many a situation. It would not, however, work in this girls favor.
Feeling almost insulted that they send a peon in here to meet with her, Diana was almost tempted to not answer at all until some form of authority presented itself. “Diana.” She said and left it at that. This girl would do all the talking for now. Having no idea what she was up against, Diana would have to observe and learn more.
--
I have no scenario panned for this interrogation, frankly planned interrogations always manage to miss the obvious. "May I offer you food and water? We may not be of the same race, but we share a similar biology, we assume you consume food." As if on cue someone enters with a tray laden with fruit and a pitcher of water, something light and palatable to most humans.
"I will not apologize for the way you have been treated so far, I am certain you would have done the same in our place, once we have ascertained that you were not responsible for the attack on our people you will be released." She was certain that Max and the others would be against her decision, but without proof we have no reason to keep her.
--
Diana eyes moved away from the Kitty and looked towards the door as it opened. A tray, filled with fruit and water was placed before her. She recognized a few of the items on the tray, but some others were a mystery to her. Though she was hungry and her fingers itched to consume some of the food, she did not touch it. The water also remained unmoved from its’ place on the tray.
Looking back to Kitty, Diana remained quiet for a moment before speaking. “What have you done with my guards?” Her voice was neither warm nor cold, but held a dry tone to it.
It was apparently that Diana was not interested in small talk or really what Kitty had to say. Her eyes flickered once away from Kitty and to the man that stood behind her. She had no faith in these people and from her position she was thinking that they could do anything and twist anything to meet their motives. Diana was in a dire situation that did not seem to be improving.
--
He gave Diana a little wink. Then she mentioned her guards. Shoe was on a different foot when someone fought back. That had been no prom dress she'd been wearing. She was a soldier ... a merc ... or a warlord.
He had no hatred for any of those archetypes. He'd met dozens of warlords while in Africa and Afghanistan. Some could be dealt with, and some couldn't.
The key word had been HER guards. There was an emphasis there. And her parasite ... or was it a genetically engineered symbiote? ... was different than the soldiers. Probably a different species - and more advanced. Perhaps enhanced reflexes? It did reach up into the brain of the user.
--
"Your guards were killed, you were taken alive for questioning. What race are you?" Time for the no sh*t tactic, it's the one I prefer anyway. I take one of the plastic cups and fill it with water, taking a sip. "Please, do eat something, you might be here a while. Starving yourself won't get you anywhere."
Hopefully she gives us more information soon, if not, we have people that can work on her, but that is a last resort and one I'd rather not get to.
--
He was going to get in trouble, but he was going to say something quick then bow out of the conversation.
"Diana, you should understand that our people were attacked and some killed without provocation by soldiers with armor and armament like yours and those of your friend in the pyramid. Your group was headed toward friends of ours at the temple. We weren't about to let you walk in on them and start blasting. Our first attempt at peaceful contact didn't end so well."
--
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Problem is, Kitty also didn't believe it was their place to judge, it's not like humans ever did any better. It was giving her a headache. Well there is one way to deal with this, then. She sent down an order to have the prisoner taken to interrogation. She would speak with the woman herself. Kitty prided herself on her skills as a judge of character, she hired most of the people here, she knew the difference between competent and dangerous.
Diana would be released from her bed and under heavy guard she would be taken to a secure room holding only two chairs and a table, all of which was bolted to the ground. Diana would also be restrained with the use of leather padded steel ankle cuffs chained to the floor giving her almost no leeway.
--
From strapped to a bed to now shackled to a chair. Diana did not know which she hated more. Having hardly any free movement for what she assumed to be a few days, her muscles and bones ached. She wanted nothing more than to at least walk a few steps and relieve the tension that had been building in her body.
Sitting in the steel chair, her fingers were lacked before her and resting upon the matching steel table. The look on her face was rather unreadable as she stared into the mirror across from the table. Though her outsides were cool as the polar ice caps, her insiders were molten like the core of a volcano. She could erupt at any moment if she so chose.
Dressed what she considered a prisoners grabs, the white button shirt and loose cloth pants hung loosely on her figure. Diana wouldn’t even dress her slaves in such trash. It was just one of the many other things she had been adding to her list of unpleasantness. Whoever these people were, they had not treated her at all with any regard. This was an apparent primitive world full of savages.
--
Edison waited patiently outside the interrogation room, watching through one way armored glass. The alien certainly LOOKED human once stripped of her warrior garb and weapons. And stripped she was. Down to a hospital scrubs. And she STILL looked good.
The rep had requested to conduct the interview (interrogation) ... and the base commander had readily agreed. The elevator doors opened, and he nodded as the rep arrived. Visually, a VERY pleasant surprise ... but he maintained his demeanor. Granted, he was DEFINITELY in casual dress. Jeans, shirt, army boots and a ratty cowboy hat.
"You must be the rep from corporate. I'm Maxwell Edison, one of the away team that helped capture the alien. She’s restrained in her chair. No indicators of cybernetic or biological enhancement, other than the worm in her neck.”
He gestured, and if she wished, he would open the security door. When she entered, he would stand back … letting her have the seat.
--
I hate being jumped on when I walk out of an elevator. "Yes Mister Edison, I know who you are and yes I have read the reports." Briefed, as if I would trust anyone's account of the situation besides what was written by the first hand witnesses. "Is there a reason you are here?" I walk past him, my heels click on the concrete floor, the goons escorting hardly leave me any room to breath, I don't need someone else peeking over my shoulder.
At the window to the cell I observe Diana a moment then look at Maxwell. "From what I have read this is a woman of power, she expects things and by keeping them from her we will get nowhere. Do we even have any proof that she was involved in the attack on the first away team?"
--
“Ma’am, she came OUT of the pyramid fortress on a flying transport. WHILE they were gathering slaves or sacrifices from the locals. While her armor differs slightly from the Egyptian style garb, functionally it appears near identical and they carry the same kind of energy weapons that devastated our first team. Maybe she was buying slaves or sacrifices?”
He shrugged.
“I’m here because she’s a warrior. You may need a military perspective. Then again, maybe not. But I’m here if you need one.”
--
"I can understand your logic, but there is no proof that they harmed any of ours and also, america used to sell and trade slaves for profit, some of us fought against it, had the south won, we would still own slaves. Just because we call ourselves civilized, doesn't mean everyone else shares the same definition. It hardly makes them evil, just makes then different, alien." I look through the glass again. "Is it really our place to dictate proper conduct to other races? Or to judge them?"
With that I type in my access code and walk into the room, expecting one of the goons and most likely Max to follow me. "Unchain her, she is not a dog." She had ordered Diana to be chained in the first place. So let the game begin. "My name is Kitty York, for the time being, I am in charge here." I look Diana in the eyes.
--
As the door opened Diana’s eyes drew away from the mirror and towards the beings that filed into the room. First there was a young woman, looking no more than a child at best. This would be a ver interesting evening. Next were some large men, no doubt her guards or some kind. At least from their large bulky bodies and the way they hounded her, it seemed as though they were hired muscle. Lastly was another man, looking rather rugged from the rest… and rather unkempt as well. He seemed a little out of place and Diana wondered just what he was doing there.
Diana watched through dry eyes as a man moved around the table and took the shackle from her ankle. Once he had moved off and away from her, Diana again looked up. Her eyes fell upon the young woman that was now seated across from her. Obviously this was a tactical move. It was something Diana had used herself in many a situation. It would not, however, work in this girls favor.
Feeling almost insulted that they send a peon in here to meet with her, Diana was almost tempted to not answer at all until some form of authority presented itself. “Diana.” She said and left it at that. This girl would do all the talking for now. Having no idea what she was up against, Diana would have to observe and learn more.
--
I have no scenario panned for this interrogation, frankly planned interrogations always manage to miss the obvious. "May I offer you food and water? We may not be of the same race, but we share a similar biology, we assume you consume food." As if on cue someone enters with a tray laden with fruit and a pitcher of water, something light and palatable to most humans.
"I will not apologize for the way you have been treated so far, I am certain you would have done the same in our place, once we have ascertained that you were not responsible for the attack on our people you will be released." She was certain that Max and the others would be against her decision, but without proof we have no reason to keep her.
--
Diana eyes moved away from the Kitty and looked towards the door as it opened. A tray, filled with fruit and water was placed before her. She recognized a few of the items on the tray, but some others were a mystery to her. Though she was hungry and her fingers itched to consume some of the food, she did not touch it. The water also remained unmoved from its’ place on the tray.
Looking back to Kitty, Diana remained quiet for a moment before speaking. “What have you done with my guards?” Her voice was neither warm nor cold, but held a dry tone to it.
It was apparently that Diana was not interested in small talk or really what Kitty had to say. Her eyes flickered once away from Kitty and to the man that stood behind her. She had no faith in these people and from her position she was thinking that they could do anything and twist anything to meet their motives. Diana was in a dire situation that did not seem to be improving.
--
He gave Diana a little wink. Then she mentioned her guards. Shoe was on a different foot when someone fought back. That had been no prom dress she'd been wearing. She was a soldier ... a merc ... or a warlord.
He had no hatred for any of those archetypes. He'd met dozens of warlords while in Africa and Afghanistan. Some could be dealt with, and some couldn't.
The key word had been HER guards. There was an emphasis there. And her parasite ... or was it a genetically engineered symbiote? ... was different than the soldiers. Probably a different species - and more advanced. Perhaps enhanced reflexes? It did reach up into the brain of the user.
--
"Your guards were killed, you were taken alive for questioning. What race are you?" Time for the no sh*t tactic, it's the one I prefer anyway. I take one of the plastic cups and fill it with water, taking a sip. "Please, do eat something, you might be here a while. Starving yourself won't get you anywhere."
Hopefully she gives us more information soon, if not, we have people that can work on her, but that is a last resort and one I'd rather not get to.
--
He was going to get in trouble, but he was going to say something quick then bow out of the conversation.
"Diana, you should understand that our people were attacked and some killed without provocation by soldiers with armor and armament like yours and those of your friend in the pyramid. Your group was headed toward friends of ours at the temple. We weren't about to let you walk in on them and start blasting. Our first attempt at peaceful contact didn't end so well."
--
(continued below)