The Legacy of Kolar

Posted on Thu Jul 8th, 2021 @ 2:02am by Rogue Agent
Edited on on Thu Jul 8th, 2021 @ 2:14am

Mission: The Place of Skulls
Location: Unknown Location in Klingon Space
Timeline: Mission Day 1 at 0200

- Mission Day 1
- An Undisclosed Location in Klingon Space -

Golden eyes stared with unblinking hatred up at her captor. They glanced sideways, a modicum of fearful apprehension in them, as the doors growled open. "Dremmah," the kneeling one said.

"Will not be permanently harmed if you tell me what I need to know," said their captor. "Jhag. The canister," feminine green fingers tickled the air, poised in waiting. A metal-strapped canister with a clear cylinder was looped into them. A meaty Orion with supermassive, steroidal muscles stepped back. He was shorn completely bald, even his head, which bulged with veins. His eyes were bloodshot with a greenish-yellow, their irises clear an artificially blue cybernetic.

"Let my mate go," the kneeling one said as she watched Dremmah be herded into some kind of a clear cylinder as well. A Ta'he Bull- another steroidal, shorn man- closed and latched the cylinder closed. Muffled sound beat as Dremmah pounded fists on the tube, her own golden eyes glaring hate.

"Doctor Summah," their Captor said. She lifted the canister to stare at it through eerie jade green eyes flecked by stylized sweeps of black hair in a Pixie cut. "You're a stellar cartographer so I assume you don't know what a mutaphagic virus is." Her voice was honeyed with the power she lauded over the Chameloid. "This one," she tilted a smile, "Was designed for the Klingons. In their war against the NI'yma." When the Orion woman smiled, her gums were gray-green, as was her tongue.

"I don't know what that is," the kneeling Summah snarled. "Or what a NI'yma is. Xoquaan booska."

The Orion woman nibbled her lip with a pleased, almost erotic air. "There is no reason you should Doctor. The Klingons are trying to exterminate them without the Federation's moral overreach." She leaned down to taunt the bound Chameloid, "They're losing too. Or were. isn't that just precious?" She snickered with a baring of her double sets of Orions canines, eyes squinting. "The mighty Klingon Empire being routed out of one of its own nebulas. Until one of the members of Bre'Tor made the mistake of contacting us for help." She swung the canister with almost skipping glee, strolling over to the Ta'He Bull at the cylinder that kept Dremmah.

"Unsanctioned contact of course," the Orion woman clarified, "That doddering old man Martok would never sanction this. Which makes him weak. But his Mo'Kai lieutenants have no such qualms. So we developed this. A mutaphagic virus." The Orion woman strolled back to the kneeling Doctor. "Prions are messy. Trilithium resin damages Klingons. NI'yma are like you, Doctor," she gestured with rolling fingers, delighted, at her prey. "Shapechangers."

The Orion woman squatted down to stare into the golden eyes of the Chameloid, "Not that they're anything new. Your kind has certainly dealt with it before." The Orion smiled coyly and cruelly. "Not from my world, but certainly from our Empire." The Orion smiled into her cheek, "Are we ready?"

"Yes, My Mistress," the Ta'He Bull stated. He'd turned his steroidal shape to a console and began to flick sausagey fingers at the green and yellow holographics that bowed around his front. Dremmah pounded on her tubular enclosure again, mouth open in muffled angst. The Mistress turned back to her captive.

"You have heard of the Scouring of Rastacine, yes?"

Summah lurched with bared teeth, halted by the green fizz of a force field restraint. She flinched, "You murderered my people after we did as you asked."

"Kill the assassins, Doctor," the Mistress Orion said wryly. "That's the first rule of the Syndic. And anyone who knows them."

"You committed genocide," Summah countered, against daring the forcefield that restrained her, to restrain her.

"The Kolari did. I didn't. But the Thakolarivaj did." The Orion rose. She folded her bare arms across the black suede of her open-faced vest,, its high collar brushing at her long neck. She pushed fingers against a small pocket in her pants and out of it edged a thin bottle of milky blue liquid. "Do you know what this is?"

"No," Summah simmered.

"The cure," Mistress said.

She turned and nodded at her Ta'He Bull. His muscles flexed, veins bulging in movement, as he seemed to clumsily shift such delicate light of his controls with his massive digits. With a hiss, the tube that contained Dremmah turned neon blue. An alarm sounded. "Right now, enough mutaphagic virus is swarming your partner, Doctor, to destroy a small crew of your kind," she gestured at her nose and face, "They enter through the nose... mouth... tear ducts. Breathing them in. But given enough of a dose, they can penetrate the skin."

Summah's breathing had quickened to enraged hyperventilation as she stared in horror at Dremmah.

"She can hold her breath for what? A minute or two?" The Orion taunted. "Before it finds its way into her respiratory tract. And then nto the bloodstream, yes?" The Orion woman swayed the cure vial with an upside-down pendulum. "Once a mutaphagic virus gets into your blood it seeks out the mutagenic hormones that allow you to transform," she bore a double-canine set, staring at her prey through black strands of her hair, "And it sears it. All those cells, all that mutable DNA starts to tumorize. Rampant cancer with blood and lymph nodes as a superhighway."

Summah snarled against the force field again, her features twitching with the ranged desire to transform into something bestial, to tear this Orion woman apart. "We struck Rastacine and destroyed the ruins there," the Orion Mistress said, "But we've learned there is another temple. A temple to guide you. Tell me where it is, or your mate will die." The Orion closed her fist around the cure.

Dremmah screamed as her features began to first undulate and then pockmark with pustules and boils. There they formed blackened nodules.

Summah watched her mate writhe. Her golden eyes swung to the Orion. "Ch'othil. Now fix her. There's nothing there for you to find." The Orion moved immediately and plugged the thin vial into the machine. There was another hiss. Dremmah was unconscious in the neon blue light but her skin seemed to stop its undulations and the noduled boils stopped expanding.

"Take her to the medical bay. Keep her sedated until I get there," the Mistress said. The Ta'He Bull nodded once. Her jade eyes fell on the Doctor. "I will arrange your release from our ship when your friend is conscious." She stated. Haughtily, the Orion turned and strode out of the bay. The Ta'He Bull followed with Dremmah slung over her shoulder like a burlap bag.

The door closed behind them. The Mistress pushed a comm key at the door. "Set course for Ch'othil, go to maximum warp."

"Yes Mistress," was spoken over the comm by a female voice. The Mistress pushed the comm closed and snagged an Orion guard near the bay she'd emerged from. "See that this door is secure and watched. If the Chameloid inside resists, kill her. Once her lover is out of the medical bay, put them out the airlock." She sneered, "They can die together."

"Yes Mistress," the snagged Orion said, who promptly stepped in front of the door and pulled out a nightstick with red coiling of lights around its black shape. The Mistress walked away, snapping her fingers at a waiting Lieutenant to follow her. He did so.

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