Portar, the Benzite scientist, emerged from the turbo lift. He quickly walked around the bridge looking over the shoulders of the on duty crewmen as he evaluated each of their efforts. He passed in front of Captain Dorra d’Hexplora before taking a seat beside her. He leaned towards her and said, “The experiment is ready. It’s time to begin, Captain. May we proceed?”
The screams of from the Starfleet security officer in the Aurora chair echoed through the corridors of the Command Carrier. Scorpius stood at a control panel and worked the controls of the chair. He had learned all he could from the man, and was now just having a little fun at his expense. He twisted the control that increased the pain level to its maximum setting. The officer in the chair stopped screaming and began to convulse for a few minutes, before going completely slack. Scorpius checked the holographic display that monitored the man’s lifesigns, and noted the complete lack of them. He slowly reduced the pain level, and turned off the Aurora chair.
He turned to his personal guards. “These aliens are even more fragile than Sebaceans. Bring me the other one, and some body dispose of that,” Scorpius replied as he gestured to the lifeless body in the chair.
The Sebacean peacekeeper guards that were assigned to protect Scorpius grumbled in response. They didn’t appreciate Captain Molayne’s pet freak-hybrid giving them orders, but they had little choice in the matter. A trio of guards left the room to retrieve the other red shirt, while a pair remained and tended to the carcass in the chair. They released the bindings that secured him to it. Scorpius watched as they grasped the dead man’s feet and hauled him from the chair. “Take him to his Captain. Perhaps that will make her more agreeable to my request.” They nodded and dragged him over to the door and disappeared from view. They returned moments later without the dead weight.
Scorpius was resetting the various controls on the Aurora chair in preparation for its next visitor, when the guards arrived with a man whose ears revealed that he was not a Sebacean. “Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable, while my associates strap you in for safety,” Scorpius replied cordially.
“I doubt it’s for my safety,” the Vulcan security officer replied as he allowed himself to be led over to the chair. “Where is Ensign Neville – the officer you took from the cell a short time ago?”
“He’s been returned to your Captain’s tender mercies,” Scorpius replied as he watched the Vulcan take his seat. The guards proceeded to strap him in, saving the head clamps for last. Once fully hooked up to the chair, the guards hurried away from it. “Let’s take a peek at what’s inside your head, shall we?”
Scorpius pressed a few buttons that activated the chair. It made the Vulcan twinge in discomfort, just as a holographic image appeared above his console. Memories flashed across the hologram like still photos. The Vulcan resisted the mind probe, and the procession of images came to a stop and disappeared in a cloud of white.
“I see you’ve got a well-disciplined mind. That’s good. It will make this all the more enjoyable for me,” Scorpius replied as he turned a nob and increased the strength of the mind probe. The holographic images continued to flip through the Vulcan’s memories. He watched as the pointy-eared alien began to strain. Sweat beaded upon his brow as the Vulcan continued to fight the mind probe, halting the procession of memory images.
Scorpius turned up the gain on the pain mechanism, as he pushed the control for the mind probe past the half way mark. In response to the increase in pain stimuli, the mental probe was able to continue at a much faster pace in its indexing of the Vulcan mind. The Vulcan’s facial expression contorted into a grimace of pain, yet he managed to remain silent, and brought the holographic display to halt once again.
Scorpius was impressed. Very few people were able to maintain their composure in the chair at these settings. This creature could possibly give Stark a run for his money as his favorite play thing. However, he wasn’t going to give up. He was going to break the Vulcan, or kill him trying. He increased the pain level beyond the halfway mark as he maxed out the mind probe’s setting. The light that surrounded the chair shifted towards a darker shade of blue, as the holographic display continued to flip through the Vulcan’s memories and he began screaming in agony. Scorpius let go of a jolly laugh. He had finally broken through the alien’s mental discipline.
The Vulcan began to struggle in the Aurora chair. Possessing great strength than the average humanoid, the Vulcan managed to break one of the restraints that held his left arm to the chair. He worked to free himself from the remaining straps.
Scorpius witnessed the determination of the alien with glee. He maxed out the pain setting on the chair, but it only made the green blooded alien even angrier. The strap that held his other arm snapped and the creature began to pull at the straps that ran across his chest.
The guards rushed forward and took defensive positions between Scorpius and the hostile alien.
“Hold your fire, gentlemen,” Scorpius ordered. He wanted to see how far the Vulcan would get. “Besides, I don’t want to run the risk of damaging the Aurora chair.”
The guards held their positions, with their target in sight.
The Vulcan broke the last of his straps and jumped from the chair like a crazed beast. He charged for the guards with unbridled hatred in his eyes. He crossed the distance between the chair and the guards in to two massive strides, swinging his arms madly as he went. He slammed into a pair of guards and flung them across the room. The others opened fire, releasing several plasma bolts into the rogue alien. However, it didn’t stop him – he continued toward Scorpius for a few more steps before finally succumbing to his injuries. The smoking Vulcan’s body collapsed to the ground at Scorpius’ feet.
Stepping over the body of the fallen Vulcan, Scorpius turned to his guards and said, “Get a tech in here to repair the damage to the Aurora chair. We’re going to need better restraints.”