Post by Lt Cmdr Clover Vandom on Apr 16, 2011 9:07:13 GMT -5
Alpha Zentauri Sector Block
Vendor Sector
Planet Aelas
Somwhere in the rock desert
A weak shadow of a person half walks half crawls trough the rock formations.
The left leg is stiff and dragged behind as if it was broken.
Heavy breathing as another indication of exhaustion and pain.
The days in captivity. How long has it been? Several month's? Maybe some year or even longer?
It felt like an eternity.
The sleep deprivation for up to five days at times. No real food, only some water dripping from the ceiling and maybe if lucky the occasional rodent that was stupid enough to be caught.
And of course all the torture methods which made the Tal Shiar a feared organisation in the entire Quadrant.
Like all the other Pilots always said, never get caught by Romulans. Its better to die than to live.
Thought it might have been a joke, but the truth was more painful than anything ever experienced.
Shuttecrash bad enough to kill the co-pilot and damage all phasers in the emergency kit, but still survivable enough that the Romulans could pull the half dead Pilot from the wreckage.
For months, pain questions and more pain. Always tried to give the same reply. “Clover Kahn, Lieutenant commander, Starfleet, serial number GS165-221 SP.” Of course they where never happy with that answer.
It appeared that years passed by with always the same rutine.
A bit of sleep and rest to recover, then followed by torture for hours, sometimes days at a time untill she was cloth to death. The the cycle repeated itself.
Three days ago then, after another session, a earthquake. The prison block collapsed and managed to escape.
On the run ever since.
Able to gather a few electrical components from a village. Stolen from their communication array during the night.
Tried to make my own emergency beacon. Don't know if it works or if the frequency’s are still the same.
Unsure if I am followed or not. Maybe they assume killed by the collapsing building. Nobody can say for sure.
Slowly and with great pain, Clover tries to continue on her way. In the far distance she can hear some sort of wild animals. The night is coming. She doesn't know how long she can continue like this.
Hope dies last they say. But it doesn’t seem to take much more to finally kill it.
She drags herself between some big rocks for shelter and before she tries to sleep, she takes another look at her self build beacon. She doesn't know if it works, but as long as the little red indicator keeps blinking she still might have a chance. The blinking that has become the heartbeat of her hope keeps on doping what it did for the last day since she build it. Maybe it will be OK. Maybe she will soon have to deal with one of those young Starfleet medical officers who think they are the gods of the world. Or maybe even one of those EMH programs. But she would also just settle for a Marine with a first aid hypo spray. Or maybe just the sweet final freedom of death. As long as it isn't a Romulan that finds her.
With a last look at her blinking light, she turns on her back and tries to sleep.
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Hey guy's.
I hope some of you still remember me.
Used to be part of this fleet a long time ago before RL brought me up with more problems than I could handle. Finally my Job live is getting consistent and I finally have again time on weekends for STO.
Since I really enjoyed the RP flair of this fleet and all the people within, I hope I can return to the active duty roster.
As you can see I tried to make a story out of the MIA status of my char.
I would be thrilled to RP with you guy's once again.
my ig is still @kahra1981
I hope to read, hear from you guys soon.
best regards
Clover (Georg)
btw, since I am stil the same strange guy, here a example of how the romulans torture their prisoners. So you get an idea what Clover went through
Vendor Sector
Planet Aelas
Somwhere in the rock desert
A weak shadow of a person half walks half crawls trough the rock formations.
The left leg is stiff and dragged behind as if it was broken.
Heavy breathing as another indication of exhaustion and pain.
The days in captivity. How long has it been? Several month's? Maybe some year or even longer?
It felt like an eternity.
The sleep deprivation for up to five days at times. No real food, only some water dripping from the ceiling and maybe if lucky the occasional rodent that was stupid enough to be caught.
And of course all the torture methods which made the Tal Shiar a feared organisation in the entire Quadrant.
Like all the other Pilots always said, never get caught by Romulans. Its better to die than to live.
Thought it might have been a joke, but the truth was more painful than anything ever experienced.
Shuttecrash bad enough to kill the co-pilot and damage all phasers in the emergency kit, but still survivable enough that the Romulans could pull the half dead Pilot from the wreckage.
For months, pain questions and more pain. Always tried to give the same reply. “Clover Kahn, Lieutenant commander, Starfleet, serial number GS165-221 SP.” Of course they where never happy with that answer.
It appeared that years passed by with always the same rutine.
A bit of sleep and rest to recover, then followed by torture for hours, sometimes days at a time untill she was cloth to death. The the cycle repeated itself.
Three days ago then, after another session, a earthquake. The prison block collapsed and managed to escape.
On the run ever since.
Able to gather a few electrical components from a village. Stolen from their communication array during the night.
Tried to make my own emergency beacon. Don't know if it works or if the frequency’s are still the same.
Unsure if I am followed or not. Maybe they assume killed by the collapsing building. Nobody can say for sure.
Slowly and with great pain, Clover tries to continue on her way. In the far distance she can hear some sort of wild animals. The night is coming. She doesn't know how long she can continue like this.
Hope dies last they say. But it doesn’t seem to take much more to finally kill it.
She drags herself between some big rocks for shelter and before she tries to sleep, she takes another look at her self build beacon. She doesn't know if it works, but as long as the little red indicator keeps blinking she still might have a chance. The blinking that has become the heartbeat of her hope keeps on doping what it did for the last day since she build it. Maybe it will be OK. Maybe she will soon have to deal with one of those young Starfleet medical officers who think they are the gods of the world. Or maybe even one of those EMH programs. But she would also just settle for a Marine with a first aid hypo spray. Or maybe just the sweet final freedom of death. As long as it isn't a Romulan that finds her.
With a last look at her blinking light, she turns on her back and tries to sleep.
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Hey guy's.
I hope some of you still remember me.
Used to be part of this fleet a long time ago before RL brought me up with more problems than I could handle. Finally my Job live is getting consistent and I finally have again time on weekends for STO.
Since I really enjoyed the RP flair of this fleet and all the people within, I hope I can return to the active duty roster.
As you can see I tried to make a story out of the MIA status of my char.
I would be thrilled to RP with you guy's once again.
my ig is still @kahra1981
I hope to read, hear from you guys soon.
best regards
Clover (Georg)
btw, since I am stil the same strange guy, here a example of how the romulans torture their prisoners. So you get an idea what Clover went through