Act One, Scene Three

[Akirapryde]

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.

[aipsylon]

Prior to arriving at the meeting V'rol would have sent a coded message back to the Thunder child informing them that he would be contacting Capt. Campbell immediately following the Meeting with Gul Bolon with information pertaining to the attacker as well as a full report of inconsistencies and shortfalls thus far in the investigation, including a failure to report a 74.9% match to the captain's DNA in the blood recovered. He would also highlight that any command code to access sensitive data should be immediately changed.

During the meeting, V'rol sat quietly, watching the Gul with a dispassionate blank face, his eyes looking to him and keeping an eye on him for any sign that the man was lying through the encounter. He knew well the typical signals from the time that he had spent serving during the Federation-Cardassian war. Regretting he had never learned Cardassian especially given his background and the nature of the attacker he raised an eyebrow.

"The Federation does not negotiate with Terrorists. There will be no trade of information for the object that you offer, Leniency too is unlikely in the case of the Klingon Empire and I find it unlikely that litigation to refuse extradition will be reopened. However, as per Starfleet regulations you have a right to remain apprised of non sensitive current events and materials to that end must be brought to you. Logically your chances of determining anything further about the events you described is unlikely, however, knowing that we are currently investigating related events you know a few names to watch for in the media and by allowing us to continue forward with related pieces of information there exists a chance that you will see in the news information relating to that which you seek which may prove sufficient for you to deduce the answer to that question."

Having finished speaking he paused, awaiting an answer from the Gul. He glanced to Dr. McCoy, before looking back once more to the Gul.

[Vertroue]

OOC if this makes no sense I am sorry migraines and heat are not fun.

Vulcan useful and blunt to the core but sometimes they need to learn to stay silent.....For all the logic that is...

Mentally shaking her head as the report was laid out before them, Dr. McCoy listened to the words and to the emotion behind what was said.
Narcissistic, Sadistic, Atychiphobia in a small dose, Atelophobia, extreme sense of attribution to the Major. Grandiose delusions after being forced into that camp. Perfection and obsessive about what he was good at-torture

So why kill her? Some else was there. Anger at her for causing his failures. After all he knew she was a threat and tried to tell people it. No one would listen to him so his reputation then went on the line. The Major and his failure are now linked in his head. The question is why? Someone else? If he had his way, he would still have her alive to the end. Yes the end was horrific but it was too fast. Not like someone in this case to just end it there is no fulfilment.

“Let me ask you a question Gul. If you wanted her to suffer why did you let her go so easily? You gave her peace from dealing with you.”

[Leana]

I am Dr. Leana Vanlaere and I am unaffected by the ravings of this misogynistic lunatic. I have to remind myself of that throughout this conversation. I do leave most of the talking to Dr. McCoy. Talking is her job, not mine. Thank goodness. Though her egging him on does nothing to help me maintain my calm. She knows good and well I have no tolerance for rapists and she can probably feel the heat from my blood surging in anger. I hate men that objectify women.
But I focus my thoughts on what he is saying and two things immediately stand out to me. After Dr McCoy is finished, I immediately jump in.

"How did your team determine who created the virus, but that the Major's team wouldn't know how to remove it?" And I allow some venom to drip from my second question since the thought alone is absolutely ludicrous, "And how EXACTLY do you claim to have taken the Major's 'soul'?"

[Akirapryde]

Gul Bolon laughed, "you Vulcans are always the same." He said getting up from his bed once more and walking down to the far side of the cell. Looking in to the wall as he spoke, "I have valuable information. I am sure someone has needs for what I know." He ran his hand along the steal bulkhead, "I was once powerful. I commanded those to do my bidding. My wife was from a politically powerful family. My children were chosen to..." he spoke of his family. All of them no long dead when the destruction of Lakarian City occurred. "It was said, that Legate Dukat himself was considering me to be one of his Legates." He turned with hate in his eyes, "Then SHE came in to my life! I warned them all of what threat she and her unit posed to us. No one would listen to me. She was one woman and they were just one company."

Anger filled his voice as he lunged forward but stopped short of the group of three Starfleet Officers. "How lucky can one person be to best me each time! My best laid plans beaten by her each time."

He righted himself once more. He realized that the Klingons just beyond the forcefield were not taking his anger kindly. "I didn't want to let her slip away like that" he said as he walked up to Dr. Vanlaere and slowly took a knee before her. Carefully he took her right wrist in to his hand. Holding her wrist loosely, he continued, "I needed her to suffer. She had to suffer. Her unit had been broken by me but this wasn't enough." He reached up and motioned towards where her heart would be within her own chest. "That is why I had to have her soul. I knew her faith as well as she did, I denied her peace. Just like I denied her unit peace. If I couldn't have her, no one would. Not even in the afterlife."

He smiled coldly, "Oh you should have see it. They fought admirably. But I knew every move they were planning to make before they made it. Even their best laid traps were exposed to me. I watched from my command post as they were trapped like beasts led to the slaughter. They fought back with such fierceness. They were magnificent to behold. It was such an honor of mine to slay them. Just as they had ended my career, my family. My life" he said looking up in to the Doctor's eyes. There was coldness and hatred in his eyes for the topic of this conversation. No empathy, no mercy, just hate.

Sensing that someone would force him to move anyway, he backed up as he continued. Running his hand through his hair and down the side of his face. There was a strange twitch in his motor control. "My orders were to capture as many as possible. And I had the chance to on a few occasions. But I wanted to beat them soundly on the battlefield first. I had to." He turned to face V'rol, "Did you know that they were called the miracle unit" he said with a slight cold laugh. "They wouldn't have a miracle this day. Even as Starfleet was planning a desperate rescue mission I knew I would have them. Their's was an all or nothing plan. It would be Ghost Recon's last hope for survival. But I knew about the plan just after it was laid out before Admiral Ross by Brigadier Ka'To. An hour before the mission was to begin, I ordered the final attack on the Ghost Recon. I swooped them up just before their grand rescue. It was my turn to be uncannily lucky."

He turned and walked back to the wall once more, "I remember that day so fondly. I was walking the battlefield looking for her. I knew she was out there somewhere. Bodies laid across the ground like leafs tossed about by the wind. I heard the cries of the dying. Through the smoke and death I saw her laying there in the mud within a pool of her own blood." He turned from the wall as he spoke with an actually tear in his eye, "She was near death" he said softly. "I couldn't let her die. Not like that. I called my headquarters and beamed both of us to our medical facility."

He took in a deep breath, "I didn't let her die then and I had no intention of letting her die that day either." Anger filled his voice once more, "I DIDN"T HAVE A CHOICE!" he screamed out.

Watching his guards carefully he brought his anger under control as he took in a deep breath. "I didn't have a choice. They all had to die. But she had a secret. One last secret to tell me. Just when I was going to leave to order the death of the rest of the POW's she tasked me."

Returning to Dr. Vanlaere side he continued, "she tasked me. She laughed at me. Her jaw broken from when I kicked in her face, she laughed at me. Taunting me that she held one last secret. I had to know!" He looked around nervously almost as if he was worried someone was watching, listening to him. "I had to know" he said dropping to his knees. "Yes, I was ordered to kill the others including her. But she was going to beat me again." he turned and looked Dr. McCoy in the eyes, "You understand, don't you. In death she was going to beat me. AGAIN! I couldn't allow it."

He turned back to V'rol, "you could never understand the passion that we felt for each other. It was a contest of minds and will" he said softly as he slipped backwards till he was sitting on the steal floor of his cell. He slammed his fist in to the floor, "Glinn Hirus told me I had to follow my orders. But she laughed at me. She knew she was going to beat me. One last time she tasked me." he said curling his fist in to a ball right before his face. "I had to find out what this last secret was. She had to time me. But there wasn't time. I had no choice."

He looked down once more as he shook his head, "There wasn't time. A Starfleet task force was already enroute to the internment camp. I would have her secret. I had to. But there wasn't time. I had planned for us to escape. Just the two of us and a few loyal guards. I would have all the time I wanted to ensure her suffering would continue." He said as he looked down at the floor, "Let the rest of the guards kill the POWs" he paused, "Yes! That was the plan. But there wasn't time and those weren't my orders" he looked up again. "The orders were clear. Kill the remaining POW's before Starfleet arrived. Leave no witness to that battle."

He slowly rose to his feet as he turned to the far side of the cell once more. "What could I do. I had to carry out my orders. What could I do. I looked her in the eyes and kissed her soft lips. Her face was broken and scared from all the beatings. By my own hands I had broken her body. But this was not enough. I would not release her. Not ever! She would escape with me once the guards had their orders." he walked over to the forcefield and looked out at the Klingon guards beyond the barrier. "I would keep my prize. For all time, I would keep her alive and suffering each day for the rest of my life. But she one last time challenged me."

Gul Bolon turned to face the three once more, "you will never understand the connection that we had. Before she was captured and after, we were connected on a level that none of you can understand." He smiled as he remembered the moment. "I remember her words the night. She laid in her little cage as I was told my orders to kill the rest of the POW's. I was talking with my Glinns. They were getting ready to issue the final orders. It was then in that moment she spoke up from her cage like an animal." He paused as he searched their eyes. He knew that they could not understand what he and Major MacConnell felt for each other. "She was an animal in that cage. Covered her own waste and half starved. Yes, she was my animal. An animal I captured and beat down. But she wouldn't surrender. Not even in captivity."

He paused a moment as he remembered that time in his life. "She rose up on all fours and looked me right in the eyes. I felt our connection as she spoke to me. Those hollow words echo in my ears to this very day. I will never forget her courage. That primal courage that comes from an animal that knows it had met its master. She spoke to me knowing that I would beat her once more."

He recited her words perfectly. "I remember her words, 'I tasks you!' she said then continued, 'I tasks you, and YOU shall never have me! chase me 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares maelstrom and 'round Perdition's FLAMES before you give me up. But you'll never have me!' He said almost in sadness. He shook as he spoke, "I had no choice."

[aipsylon]

V'rol was watching and As he lunged he calmly stood. As the man composed himself V'rol took his seat immediately regretting that decision as the doctor very closely as she allowed her hand to be taken by the prisoner. He would have to make certain to review prisoner interaction protocols with the senior staff fortunately nothing came of it, but such contact could have proved quite dangerous to her physically. The speech was one he deemed an attack of its own nature but one he would leave to the counselor to contend with at a later time.

Dispassionately watching from his standing position he stepped to the side of his seat, no intentions of seating himself after the pair of outbursts. As he talked about how he could not possibly understand V'rol simply filed away that the man was not aware of Vulcans and how they suppressed their emotion. How every moment was a contest of asserting their will over their emotions. As he continued his rant the man's obsession became more and more clear to him. The man speaking on the final moments. It was no sooner than he finished speaking that V'rol spoke up once more.

"You had no choice but to kill her. An outcome that you have deemed contrary to your goals. A failure to succeed in extracting that piece of information from her. This is defined as failure. I fail to see why such is something worthy of bragging about. It it not logical, unless there is more that you failed to disclose of course a way of extracting the information from her after her death that you managed to accomplish." He raised an eyebrow as if inquiring to see if that were the case.

[Akirapryde]

Gul Bolon shifted his eyes right to V'rol and glared at the Vulcan, "It was against everything that I wanted. Killing her even like this was too merciful than she EVER deserved!" He said stepping forward with anger in his eyes. But there was something else as well. It was that twitch in this motor functions once more.

At this close range, V'rol could see the Gul looking beyond the force field. But now, it was clear that he was not concerned about the Klingons who were watching the interview with great care. No, the focus of the Gul's sight was the Starfleet Security Office who seemed largely disinterested in what was going on. The Lieutenant glanced up every once in a while, but beyond that didn't seem to care of the interview or the Gul himself. V'rol sensed the fear and panic from the Gul in that moment.

Gul Bolon backed up some from the force field, "Failure? Yes, it was a failure" he admitted softly as he tried to remain clam. It was a effort for him, but with an eye beyond the force field he held his composure. Barely though. "In death, she denied me that last piece of information. In my dreams she laughs at my failure. But I had no choice. Time was no longer on our side." He turned back to the two female Doctors for a moment then back to V'rol. "She tasked me one last time! I had no choice but to disobey.....to try."

He paused a moment as he scanned the room. "Why" he asked walking up to the force field and looking beyond it to the security station. "Why did she have to die" he asked almost as if he was sincerely confused by her death. He turned once more to V'rul, "You know. Tell me. Why did I have to kill her."

To the telepaths of the room, his emotions regarding Major MacConnell are conflicted. He hated her like no other being in the Galaxy. Now that she is gone, he is left empty. Her death has created a void within him that nothing can refill. He holds no guilt over her death. It could be even suggested that in his hate for her, he needed her to have that fulfillment in his life. There is no doubt that killing her was something he did only because he truly felt he had no choice. His anger over what she denied him in death consumes his thoughts. But there is something else. His emotions are on a roller coaster and his thoughts are like a train wreck. Despited his best efforts to control them, he can't focus or control them.

He turned to V'rol and lunged at the Vulcan security officer. The easily blocked attack was stopped by V'rol. V'rol grappled both of Bolon's wrists rendering any possible future attack as impossible. Despite the clearly disadvantage situation, the Gul struggled and Gul spat, "WHY! I told you everything she knew. WHY FORCE ME TO KILL HER!"

On that the force field was dropped and a pair of Klingons pulled Bolon back. With Gul Bolon locked in their grip, the leader of the Klingons looked to V'rol for instructions. The Starfleet Lieutenant looked up from his station with his hand on the console ready to trigger an alarm.

[Vertroue]

Bloody Klingons! Just when we are starting to get somewhere with this! The Dr. should not have let him touch her. That is not going to bode well for future talks with her. V'rol, finally being almost helpful.

"Everyone, Stand Down please." Dr. McCoy looks to the Klingons and to the starfleet Lt in the room.

Looking back to the prisoner before her, "Gul, tell me more about your other prisoner. Tell me more of the methods used on her in order to bring the Major closer to you."

[Akirapryde]

It took a moment for the pair of Klingons to release their grip and back off. They looked towards V'rol and accepted his control over the situation. They might not have liked the idea of it, but they knew for the moment the Gul was still a Federation prisoner. For the time being they would comply, even if they didn't like it. That backed off to allow the interview to continue. The Klingon commander made his displeasure over the situation clear, "Speak with them for now, dog. Soon, you will be put down like the animal you are."

The Gul regained his composure as he backed off from V'rol. His eyes on his Klingon guards but he didn't fear them as much as he feared the Lieutenant who never left his station. "You don't get it Starfleet" he said to V'rol before turning to Dr. McCoy.

At that moment, Dr. Vanlaere moved up to V'rol and whispered. "He is suffering from Cal'ix poisoning" she said as the Gul's attention was on Dr McCoy. "His medical reports indicated that he was poisoned sometime right before he was brought in to custody back on Velos VII. It effects mental abilities, emotional control and memory. However the reports didn't indicated that the poisoning was this server. I suspect that he might have been poisoned a second time while in custody or here at the Starbase. I can't imagine him doing this to himself."

OOC Narrator Notes: I added this line to help Dr. Vanlaere's player. I am not taking over the character. Just helping her with game play. To know more Dr. Vanlaere, please PM me with your questions.

Dr McCoy shifted her eyes back to the prisoner before her, "Gul, tell me more about your other prisoner. Tell me more of the methods used on her in order to bring the Major closer to you."

The Gul moved towards Dr. McCoy as he smiled softly, "Oh the other prisoners. I knew that my assignment on Velos was a nightmare. So I knew it was worse on my men. I hand selected some prisoners to act as, well you know hospitality for my men and even the women under my command. Some took to their new roles well while others fought against it. I couldn't use those of Ghost Recon though. As much as I wanted to. I was ordered to keep them separated from the rest. It was feared that they knew of our secret weapon." He paused as he continued over to where Dr. McCoy was sitting. He took his seat next to her. He reached out to hold her hand but stopped as the glares from the Klingon fell upon him.

"My men so loved the touch of Federation women. Skin like silk and...and the touch of them" he said remembering his own experience with one. For Gul Bolon, there could only be one Federation woman worthy of his time. He didn't need to mention her as Dr. McCoy knew who that woman was. "I couldn't use the members of Ghost Recon as my men wanted. So I used them to break her. I would torture them for hours just to get her to admit that I was the better mind. Each time she refused me, I would make them suffer. I remember one night she cried after she broke. She cried for the man she loved. I looked down at her, as she cried for his name. No not that Klingon she would marry but the man she never let go of. A childhood love that she spoke of so much. It was the first time I ever saw her truly cry."

He looked in to the eyes of Dr. McCoy and smiled, "That is real power over a person. To be able to control a person like that. I made her beg for me that night. To forsake this man she loved and name me as her lover. Filthy beast didn't deserve me though. I beat her for making such a presumption then executed one of her men for the mistake." he moved his hand between them as he continued, "You see, I never used technology to break her. Her love for her soldiers was more than enough. I used them, or even other helpless prisoners to inflict suffering on her. I could beat her for hours on end and she would cry. But when I beat and tortured someone else for her actions, this was unbearable to her. It was in these moments that I could best control her."

He turned back to V'rol, "you know Starfleet," he said softly with a grin, "I never reported that she only suspected our secret weapon. Trust me, if she knew, that I would have known. But if I told my superiors, they would have taken them away from me. Taken her away from me. So I forged the reports to indicate that she knew of the weapon and that I was getting closer to knowing what she knew. When they ordered me to kill her, I told them. I told you all that she knew. I guess they believed my fake reports more than the truth."

He turned back to Dr. McCoy, "So I am to blame for her death. But I didn't have a choice." His eye twitched as she could feel the pain in his mind. He brought both hands up to his temples as the pain increased. "I" he said softly as the pain increased, "I......I" he slammed his fists down on the table as he leaped up from the table with anger in his eyes. "I didn't have a choice!" he yelled at Dr. McCoy. His voice covered with liquid and filled with hate. He backed up from Dr. McCoy and started to back up towards the wall. "Leave me alone!" he cried out his voice and mind filled with pain. "I told you all I know" he added, but it was lie and he knew it.

[Vertroue]

Erica shudders to herself. Remember Erica, this is why you got into the field was to help people. There is no helping him! I have to ask these questions to finish that segment in time. And to shed light on what is happening now. This is Shock and Awe tactics at their best... I.... dear gods do they work history proves this over and over again. The pain. His pain...His pain so wrong, but for him it is right. he didn't want her to die no matter what. He is truly sorry that she is dead. His world is gone from him with her death. She was his focus after his family left....I almost feel for him in this moment. As horrible as all his actions are, I understand them. As much as I would rather not.

Euphorics, or poison. All in how much the dose is. This is not a fun drug. His life will never be the same with this much in him. I need him to be able to focus. I need to get the information on the weapon. So far he has been almost 100% truthful. There has been very little in the way of lies thus far.

Leaning towards V'rol and talking softly so not to disturb Gul from his pain, "The weapon...something tells me it points to what was in those files taken. Guls' report indicates either a passive program that is in the system at the time or that there are informants. The latter being more likely this is war time after all. How did they know about all those last minute changes to the plans."

"Gul. "Erica brings his attention back from the pain in his head. "Gul, talk to me about Petty Officer Traver, the one that you brought before the Major. Why did she become such a key focus in trying to get out those last secrets from her."