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A Scarran base, somewhere in Scarran space
It was harder to measure the passage of time when trapped in a dark cell, particularly when those who locked you up weren't concerned with such things as regular rations of food and water. Stark wasn't sure how long it had been since he came to the base, or how long it had been since the last time a guard appeared with food or water. It had been long enough since the last visit that Stark was beginning to miss food cubes.
As he sat huddled in a corner with his mask against the wall quietly humming a made up tune and considering writing an ode to food cubes to go along with it, the door opened. The sudden light from the corridor was almost blinding and Stark struggled to make out the shape standing in the doorway. Not Scarran at least. That was something. Not much, but something.
"Get up." Stark now recognized the figure as a Kalish. Not much better than the Scarrans, in Stark's mind, but at least less likely to be cruel. One hand on the wall for support, Stark slowly got to his feet. "Hands out." Stark held out his hands as ordered then flinched as still-raw wrists were bound again.
Another Kalish, this one armed, waited in the corridor. He motioned for Stark to walk ahead, gesturing pointedly with the gun in his hands. Stark was in no position to argue and simply nodded and began trudging along the corridor. It seemed like an eternity of walking, but then any exertion would have felt the same after being so long neglected in that cell.
The guards stopped outside a doorway and shared a nervous glance, which started Stark babbling. "What? What is it? Who's in there? What's in there? What's going on?" Neither acknowledged the Banik as one reached forward to palm the door open. "Answer. Please. I don't even know where I am. Just answer. Who's in what's in there?"
The door opened and Stark froze. "Ahkna," one of the Kalish whispered, in a tone that might have been pitying.
Ruling caste Scarrans were not people Stark wanted to be dealing with ever again. The sensation of having a gun pointed at his back was enough to get him moving again. A rough shove from one of the Kalish was enough to send him stumbling through the doorway. Unbalanced, he fell to his knees. "You may go," the Scarran said to the two Kalish. They did so, somewhat hurriedly. The Scarran waited for the door to slide shut, then turned her attention to Stark, still on the ground. "Now, Stykera. Have you missed Katratzi?"
[Yep, still mean to my alien. Still blaming canon for it. Oh season 4, look what you make me do.]
As he sat huddled in a corner with his mask against the wall quietly humming a made up tune and considering writing an ode to food cubes to go along with it, the door opened. The sudden light from the corridor was almost blinding and Stark struggled to make out the shape standing in the doorway. Not Scarran at least. That was something. Not much, but something.
"Get up." Stark now recognized the figure as a Kalish. Not much better than the Scarrans, in Stark's mind, but at least less likely to be cruel. One hand on the wall for support, Stark slowly got to his feet. "Hands out." Stark held out his hands as ordered then flinched as still-raw wrists were bound again.
Another Kalish, this one armed, waited in the corridor. He motioned for Stark to walk ahead, gesturing pointedly with the gun in his hands. Stark was in no position to argue and simply nodded and began trudging along the corridor. It seemed like an eternity of walking, but then any exertion would have felt the same after being so long neglected in that cell.
The guards stopped outside a doorway and shared a nervous glance, which started Stark babbling. "What? What is it? Who's in there? What's in there? What's going on?" Neither acknowledged the Banik as one reached forward to palm the door open. "Answer. Please. I don't even know where I am. Just answer. Who's in what's in there?"
The door opened and Stark froze. "Ahkna," one of the Kalish whispered, in a tone that might have been pitying.
Ruling caste Scarrans were not people Stark wanted to be dealing with ever again. The sensation of having a gun pointed at his back was enough to get him moving again. A rough shove from one of the Kalish was enough to send him stumbling through the doorway. Unbalanced, he fell to his knees. "You may go," the Scarran said to the two Kalish. They did so, somewhat hurriedly. The Scarran waited for the door to slide shut, then turned her attention to Stark, still on the ground. "Now, Stykera. Have you missed Katratzi?"
[Yep, still mean to my alien. Still blaming canon for it. Oh season 4, look what you make me do.]