The Dahkur (Violence Warning)

Posted on Sat Sep 26th, 2020 @ 9:23am by Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea

Mission: SEASON 4: Episode 1: Know Thy Self!
Location: Bridge; AWS Dahkur
Timeline: Mirror Universe
763 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

The long, bronze colored hull starship, descended upon the burning remnants of a Terran vessel like a predator descending upon a prey for the kill. The scorched words of the terran vessel spelled out ISS Saratoga. On the bridge of the Bajoran built vessel, stood a woman with her arms clasped behind her back, wearing the dark grey, form-fitting uniform with just under knee high boots and high stiff neck collar sporting the rank of General. The right side of her face bore a scar earned from a long ago battle. Her eyes locked onto the burning remains of the terran vessel--it's fires reflecting in her eyes as she thrived in the rage within her at the mere thought of humans and the satisfaction of seeing the hull burn in space. Terrans had occupied her world and enslaved her people--killing her parents in the process.

"General Azhul," came a voice from behind her. "We have the Saratoga's captain here."

General Naxea Azhul spun on her heel. Around her was the darkened bridge of the Dahkur, illuminated by red battle lights, casting a crimson image across the bridge. Stations at the aft and sides of the bridge were manned by other Bajoran Officers, along with a single Klingon Officer, dressed in traditional Klingon Armor. Sogh K'Tar was her XO and Klingon liaison to Regent Martok and his forces whom had aided the Bajorans in building the Dahkur, even incorporating some Klingon technology in the process.

Naxea's eye's focused on the female captain in her bloodied and torn uniform. Her wrists were bound behind her back. Naxea crossed the bridge and came to within a foot of the human woman. "So, Captain Erika Lehman. How gracious of you to grace us with your presence," Naxea chuckled, causing chuckles and laughter from the other bridge crew.

"Fuck you, Bajoran bitch," Lehman spat. "Your luck will run out soon enough."

"Oh my, my, where are your manners?" Naxea connected a fist hard into the woman's solar plexus, causing her to drop to her knees, gasping for air. "There you go. On your knees before your superiors, Captain.

Naxea knelt down to level her gaze at the woman. "Now Captain...where is the ISS Elysium?"

"Go to hell!" the woman cursed between heavy breaths. "I've been there," Naxea sneered, grabbing the woman around the throat with her hand--her nails digging into the woman's skin as she did so. "Your hell is just awaiting if you do not tell me what I want!"

Lehmann continued to fight for air. "I...wouldn't...tell you...if...I...knew..."

"Then maybe an example needs to be made," Naxea said before letting go of the woman's throat and standing. "K'Tar," she grinned, turning to her Klingon XO. "Make sure the other prisoners from the Saratoga have a view of the Targ Pit and escort our esteemed captain there."

The large Klingon smiled a toothy grin, knowing what was in store for the terran woman. "At once, General." He motioned for two Bajoran security officers to bring the terran captain with him as Naxea followed behind.

A moment later, Naxea, Captain Lehmann, K'Tar and two Bajoran security officers entered the room where several Targs were kept--personal gifts to her from Regent Martok. They were exceptionally large from their diet. The smell was nauseating as the group approached the edge of the pit that dropped eight feet below them. "The prisoners have a view from their cells," K'Tar reported with a nod.

"Last chance," Naxea said, glaring at Captain Lehmann.

"W-why are we here?" Lehmann asked, her voice shaking.

"Wrong answer," Naxea smiled devilishly before turning to the two guards. "Strip her and feed them," she ordered.

The two guards nodded, producing sharp daggers from their belts and slicing the woman's clothes off, cutting her skin is several places during the process from her struggling. Several seconds later, Captain Lehmann stood bound and nude.

"This is what happens when you defy the Alliance!" Naxea screamed as she grabbed Lehman and shoved the woman into the pit. The Targs rushed to their new found meal as their tusks and teeth almost immediately began to rip into the flesh of Captain Lehman as nearly inhuman screams came from the pit. Naxea stood and watched as the Targs literally ripped Captain Lehman apart. A minute later, after the screams died off from the now deceased Captain Lehmann, Naxea spun on her heel and exited the Targ Pit, heading back to her bridge. "General Azhul to helm. Take us out of here. Let's continue our hunt."

"With pleasure, General."