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Misinterpretations

by Tamar Richardson

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Part 1

"I ask you again, Commander, what are Voyager's shield modulations?" the interrogator asked.

Silence. Chakotay couldn't answer him even if he wanted to. His mouth was sealed with dried blood, his head throbbed, and he was barely able to keep himself sitting upright. Chakotay sat in a chair across from the interrogator. They were in a small torture room, complete with a desk with various buttons to inflict pain on the Commander.

"Very well," The interrogator pushed one of the buttons that occupied the desk. Immediately, an intense electric shock zipped through Chakotay's cells. This shock would be the last for the day, for it had knocked him unconscious.

The alien pushed another button signaling two guards. "Take him away," he ordered. The guards picked up Chakotay's seemingly lifeless body and dragged him out of the door, down a long corridor to a huge room that was separated into six barred cells. They threw him into one of them.

A hand reached through the bars of the adjacent cell and felt his neck. Well, at least he's alive, Kathryn thought, but for how long?

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"They're lying!" Paris exclaimed as the viewscreen shut off.

"I'm aware of that, Mr. Paris," Tuvok responded. "But what do you propose we do now? We can't attack their ship, because their weapons are far more superior to ours. We wouldn't even come close to penetrating their shields. We must come to the conclusion that there is currently nothing we can do for the Captain and the Commander."

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Kathryn pressed her face against the cool cement wall. For a culture that was much more advanced than her's they sure did have primitive holding cells. That was another thing that bothered her. Why did they need to know Voyager's shield modulations, when they could just blast their way through.

She remembered how they had gotten there in the first place. Voyager was running low on various supplies. Janeway had contacted a nearby, friendly race called the Zanon. The Zanon had agreed to give them supplies as long as they were picked up by the two highest ranking officers aboard Voyager. Tuvok, of course, had objected, but Janeway had dismissed his objections with the sweep of the hand.

So Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay set off in a shuttle to retrieve the provisions. They had met with the Zanon, gathered the supplies, and left with no problem what-so-ever. The problem had occurred when a band of pirates had captured them and the shuttle. But they could care less about the stuffs, they instead wanted information.

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Morning. At least that's what they told them. For all Janeway and Chakotay knew it could be the middle of the night.

The guards came and took her from the cell. They led her to the interrogation chamber. She was strapped into the chair.

The interrogator walked in through the huge metallic door. He sat down and spoke, "Shall we start from where we left off?"

Silence.

"You've been even more stubborn than your companion," he lied. They were equally stubborn. He pushed one of the dreaded buttons.

A female medic walked through the door. She pressed a hypospray to Kathryn's neck. Unfortunately, the hypo wasn't filled with medication. She then gave a small hand held device to the interrogator.

"What do you think was in that injection we just gave you?" he inquired.

Silence.

In response, the interrogator pressed a button on the device in his hand. Suddenly, the Captain's heart contracted. She gasped. "There are several nanites that have attached themselves to the left ventricle of your heart." He pressed the button again. She could feel the blood being cut off from her heart. The nanites squeezed tighter and tighter. She longed for something, anything, to stop the agonizing pain, even death would suffice. Little did she know her silent pleas would be answered.

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