OOC Narrator Notes: the following meeting takes place only with the characters Leana Vanlaere, V'rol and Erica Leona McCoy All players are encourage to PM these players so you can offer them ideas on what questions they should ask. Please make sure you PM both characters involved
Meeting With Gul Bolon, Stardate 53830.74
The brig at Starbase 74 was heavily guarded by both Starfleet personnel and a small group of Klingon warriors. The numerous crimes of Gul Bolon has earned him the nickname the Butcher of Velos. His prisoner of war interment camp had a reputation of being one of the most brutal among all of the Dominion/Cardassian POW Camps. During the three years he was in command of the camp, over five hundred prisoners were murdered or died as a direct result of abuse from the guards and camp staff. Well over half of the surviving prisoners who were brought to Velos VII Internment Camp would never fully recover from the brutal conditions of the camp. One in eight prisoners were tortured to death under the direct supervision of Gul Bolon, himself. Now, after the war, his fate was decided to be in the hands of the Klingon Empire.
After a year long battle in Federation courts and numerous intense Negotiations, the Federation has finally accepted Klingon Empire's request to extradite Gul Bolon to stand trial for war crimes. Out of these negations came a new treaty that would bring home hundreds of former Federation citizens being held by the Klingon Empire for various crimes against the Empire. There were many within the Federation Council that are still outraged over the trade off. That didn't change the fact that support for the new treaty was steadfast. Currently Gul Bolon is scheduled for transport from Starbase 74 to Qo'noS at the end of the week.
Gul Bolon's case has struck a deep nerve within the Federation as there is no doubt of his fate once the Klingon's find him guilty of war crimes. There are those within the Federation that support the extradition while there are an equal number of opponents of the extradition. Even in light of saving hundreds of former Federation citizens this has not changed the opposition against extradition. A group of Federation Council members have taken their case to the Federation Supreme Court in hopes of stopping the extradition of Gul Bolon. However it is unlikely that the case will be heard before the court prior to the extradition.
Currently a pair of Starfleet medical officers have been able to receive special permission from both Starfleet Command and the Klingon Empire to speak to Gul Bolon in regards to the time he spent as the commanding officer of Velos VII Internment Camp. By request of the Klingon Empire, the questions were strictly limited to those having to do with Federation prisoners. This pair of medical officers from the
USS Thunderchild sit and listen, Gul Bolon recalls the events in his camp during the past few years. It was clear that this Cardassian held no remorse over his actions nor any measure of empathy for his victims.
"Did I kill Major Maura MacConnell? I have never hid the truth of my actions. After all, I am proud of them. Both failure and success alike. My actions were driven by that single goal to please the Gods I serve. Yes, I worship the Founders. I met one, once. I look back on that moment as one of my most dearest memories. The way she smiled at my reports and gave me that nod of hers. I felt her blessing in that moment. I recall it as if it happened just yesterday. But that is not why you are here. You want to know about Major MacConnell."
He ran his hand over his head as he got comfortable. "Yes, I know her very well. Before the destruction of the Obsidian Order in 2373 her name crossed my desk a number of times. I had warned my superiors that her unit, the Ghost Recon, would became a serious threat to us in the future. I spent so much time studying them and their tactics. My team had planned a mission to capture a group of Maquis that had been a bit too successful. Just before we were to carry out our plan, Major MacConnell and her Ghost Recon swooped in and captured our targets before we could get to them. Months of work and the our prize was lost just like that. Thanks to the Ghost Recon. It wouldn't be the first time they would embarrass me."
"In 2372 when the Cardassian Intelligence Bureau took over for the Obsidian Order, I was asked to accept the role as Camp Commander of Velos VII Internment Camp." Anger flashed in his eyes as he recalled the events of that year. "It was a demotion. It wasn't my political enemies that I had to fear, it was the reputation that I was having at the hands of the Ghost Recon. My wife left me and took my kids shortly there after. At one time I commanded hundreds of operatives across the DMZ. Now I was demoted to commanding a simply prisoner of war camp on some forgotten world. I knew why I was demoted to running an internment camp. It was because of the events the year before. I just had to wait my time and I would have my revenge on her" noting the question on their faces, "yes on Major MacConnell."
He leaned back in his bed and smiled, "then came the trap for Admiral Ross's fleet and his precious Ghost Recon. It would have been a brilliant plan if we didn't know ever detail of the plan weeks before they left Deep Space Nine. We knew everything of their plans, even the last minute changes that were made enroute to Velos system. Oh, the Array would be fully operational when Admiral Ross and his fleet arrived. By this time, the Ghost Recon would have been nothing more than ghosts themselves. However that is not how it happened. Once more that bitch MacConnell and her Ghost Recon pulled a victory out of assured defeat. Somehow she had figured out that we had a trap planned for them. I don't know how they were able to slip in, but they did. They up loaded their damn virus right from regional commander's own terminal in his very office. To add insult to injury, they escape before anyone knew what happened. The Array was worthless to us when Admiral Ross arrived."
"The information we had said how the Ghost Recon was going to withdraw from our lines and rejoin their own. Two whole divisions were waiting to cut off their retreat. But they never showed up for the battle. Instead she once more slapped me in the face. She attacked my own camp and liberated hundreds of my prisoners. I demanded that I be allowed to capture the unit seeing how the plans of my superiors' had failed. I was given the a whole divisions with ordered to capture as many as possible so that the access code for the Array could be recovered. I hate MacConnell and her Ghost Recon, but I respect them for their skills. Three times I thought I had them pinned and ready for defeat. Three times she managed an escaped. Even with updated information on when and where their evacuation shuttles would arrive, Ghost Recon continued to survive despite my best efforts. But in the end, it was numbers who got the best of them. Without hope of rescue, Ghost Recon became my celebrity guests. Fifty two in total were captured that day. Major MacConnell thought that death would claim her that day. I ordered one of the best Cardassian surgeons from the other side of the planet to save her life."
"Because of her wounds, I had to wait before exacting my revenge on her. So I tortured her men for the access codes to the array." He leaped up to his feet with laughter. A motion that caused the guards to draw their weapons on him. "Oh I knew they didn't have the codes" he said walking over to the far wall. "The information said that the creator of the virus was a female communication tech. two of my men found her body after the battle." He turned and smiled as he tapped his head, "If they knew the tech was dead, than the Major and her unit would have been taken away and used for other purposes. I wanted to keep her with me till I was finished with her. So, I killed the two soldier who found the body and never reported its discovery. I would have all the time in the world to enjoy my revenge on that bitch."
There was joy and fulfillment in his eyes as he spoke, "Oh the ways I inflicted pain on her. Her screams would filled my heart with such relief." he paused and walked towards them there was a sense of darkness in his eyes that was unmistakable. "But I had mercy. She had her own medical staff standing by twenty six hours a day. She never wanted for any medical treatment. That is, once I was finished with her. I even moved her holding cell to my personal living quarters so that I could hear her screams at any hour of the night. I would dream up new ways to punish her, to make her suffer. One by one her men died and she knew that she was powerless to stop it. She had no information I cared about, but that didn't stop her from trying. I learned so much about her. How her parents died, the boy she loved as teen, Her hopes, fears, passions. Even the love for a particular Klingon. She told me everything. Or so I thought. Even as her life rested in my hands, that bitch still defied me."
"It was only a few weeks before the end of the war when I learned some startling news. It would appear that there was a possible unknown member of Ghost Recon in my camp. I was told that Petty Officer Traver had changed. I guess if I had not been so fixated on the major, I would have noticed also. Before, the young Petty Officer would make no effort to fend off my officers and men from enjoying her. However after the escape and recapture, all of a sudden Petty Officer Traver grew a spine. I ordered her to be tested. I set there holding her blond hair forcing her to look me in the eyes while two of my officers enjoyed her. I could see the hate and rage in her eyes as she fought against the bounds that held her down. This, thing in her eyes, was there even after months of being treated like this. Something that Petty Officer Traver had never had."
"I didn't know who this person was, but I was sure it was not Petty Officer Traver. I went on a hunch and dragged this impostor before Major MacConnell. I tortured both for hours but neither one would admit to knowing the other. Sure they would half heartily admit it, but I could tell they these efforts were not truthful. I turned my attention to this impostor and for the next few weeks, I warped her mind, beat her, I did everything possible to break her. I locked her in a sensory deprivation chamber for days on end. I even altered her perception of reality by using simulated memories. We made her believe that it was after the war and she had returned home a hero. For a week in real time, we had her believing she was actually home on Earth for months. Oh that was the greatest idea I ever had. When we were done with her, that little impostor was in tears crying so hard." His smile was so unsettling as he spoke, "We dragged her sobbing like a baby before the major and demanded to know who this impostor was. I had that little impostor now, she was going to break. I could see it in her eyes. She was about to give up everything. That was till I heard the major say, 'Tha gaol agam ort, beannachd leat, piuthar.' I don't know what it means, but it shut that little impostor right up. I will never forget those words till the day I die. That bitch did it to me again. She denied me, my victory."
Anger flashed in his eyes, "I didn't have a choice. It was their fault. I injected the major with a lethal does of radioactive particles. I had taken months to make sure I had the right mixture of everything. I wanted the major to live for as long as possible while her insides were eaten alive. I tested this mixture on other humans in my camp to ensure that the results would be what I wanted. I never in my life heard someone scream out in such pain and suffering. It was almost pleasing to my ears as she laid on the floor. I told the impostor that I could save her if she only tells me what I wanted to know." he waved his hand and dismissed the anger, "sure it was a lie but she didn't know that. Still the impostor refused to answer any questions. I locked her in a box with holes in it. I wanted her to see and hear the major die. And it took hours for the major to finally stop screaming. Then after that, nearly a day for her body finally stop altogether. Actually much longer than I had expected. I had to skip dinner while I waited for the major to die. The impostor wouldn't break. I ordered her to be placed back in her mental simulator."
"I had planned to bring her out at the end of the week but the war ended and well, lets say I had to make a speedy escape. But not before I took my prize from the major. Before her body was incinerated, I claimed her soul. I can trade it, for just one piece of information." He returned to his bad and set down with a smile. "Tell me something Starfleet. Tell me who was the impostor. I have my suspicions, but I really want to have them confirmed. You tell me who she was, and I will tell you how to find my trophies."
OOC Narrator Edit: Cleaned up a few minor spelling and grammar mistakes. Also the date that the Cardassian Intelligence Bureau took over.
Act One, Scene Three
