Interrogation

Posted on Saturday 1 June 2019 @ 17:06 by Captain John "Apollo" Barstow, M.D.

Mission: The New Collective
Location: Unknown
Timeline: 1 Month After Capture
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Captain John Barstow paced in the darkened cell and looked around the room waiting for the next visit from the Borg drones and the Puppet Master. His flight suit was ripped to shreds and he was covered in dirt and blood. His hair and beard were so long that none of his face was visible. It had been days now since he’d eaten or had water. He snapped his head around as there was a loud bang and a drone entered the room.

Barstow growled and spun then lunged weakly forward, putting whatever strength he had into it. Somehow he managed to knock the drone down and ripped out any tubules or wires he could get to. With a buzz and whir the drone shivered then went still. John snapped his head up, his heart pounding in his head and his breath racing. He waited for a second drone to come in. When none did he got shakily to his feet and ran out the door, falling agains the corridor bulkhead with his shoulder. His eyes darted around and he could swear he heard everything, down to the atoms crashing together around him.

Apollo pushed off thee bulkhead with a bloody palm and staggered forward as fast as his weakened muscles would let him. His legs and arms burned from the strain, however, he continued to move until he came to an open door. The Captain looked in slowly and blinked at what he saw. It was a fully functional communications room like one would find in Starfleet Command about a hundred years earlier. He checked over his shoulder before sliding his slender frame through the door and pressing his back to the bulkhead inside.

The doors closed and he slapped his palm against the lock before falling into the chair at the comm panel. He put the wireless listening device in his ear and started pressing buttons, “Barstow to any ship or starbase,” he rasp out, “May Day, May Day, this’ Captain John Barstow of the USS Merlin, requesting immediate assistant at these coordinates, May Day, May Day,” he finished then hit send and put the message on repeat.

A laughter all around him broke out, “thank you, Captain, bringing me a ship so I can strike the heart of the Federation, how kind of you.”

“NO!” Barstow more croaked than yelled.

Apollo reached for the stop transmission button, but, his arm was grabbed and he was yanked out of his chair and drug from the room, NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” he called out, his voice echoing as the darkness swallowed him once more.


●●●● Captain John "Apollo" Barstow
Commanding Officer
USS Merlin
Task Group Commander
Task Group 47-A