Cucaracha Mentality

Posted on Fri Jan 27th, 2017 @ 11:27pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Lieutenant Dylan Santiago

Mission: Romulan Brainwashing
Location: NOT on the Hera
Timeline: A few days after the wedding

Kltch'tk had a fresh batch of meat to mind control and as he scurried along through his ship, he reflected on these newest beatbags he'd been working on. They were fleshy and had their skeletal structure on the inside and it just confused him. The nervous center was compatible though, and they'd only had one explode so far, so that was ok by him. The fleshiness made his job easier.

Arriving at the irising door to the holding area, he breathed on the door lock, causing it to release and the door to retract long enough for him to enter. This batch was interestingly colorful compared to the last ones. Looking at his monitors, he saw that these six weren't Romulan like the last ones, but a collection of other unknown races. Chittering to himself, he set to work on his first patient, eliciting a scream as he inserted the mind probe through the temple.

On the neighbouring bed, Dylan tried his best to look sideways as the scream rang out but he couldn't. His head was just as tightly bound to the bed as his limbs were. The weird thing about it all was he had no idea how he'd gotten here. The more he tried to work it out, the more nebulous the information became. But one thing was for sure, that scream was enough to focus any man. "Who are you? What are you doing?" he asked, his voice croaky, coming out almost like he hadn't spoken in weeks.

Looking up and twitching its head around a bit, Kltch'tk moved over to the one that spoke, clicking a few times before the UT took over. "Don't worry. You won't remember any of this. I'm just going to program you to follow our orders."

"Like hell you are." Dylan began to struggle against his bindings, "Now tell me who you are and this doesn't have to get nasty." he added. Of course, he knew he was at the disadvantage but it didn't hurt to put on a bit of bravado in the face of doom.

"My name is Kltch'tk." The 6 foot tall roach said patiently, tilting his head. "Will you comply now? Or is nasty still required?"

"You don't really expect me to roll over and show my belly just because you asked nicely do you?" Dylan scoffed, his eyes blazing with anger.

"It does not matter," the roach said, scurrying off to work on his first patient again. "You will comply anyway."

"You keep dreaming Kitchy or whatever you said you were called." Dylan called after him as he turned his back on him.

"Yes, I will dream and you will comply," the roach replied before turning a dial and causing Dylan to black out.