MSNPC Lieutenant S'dor Grumm - A New Hope? The Corporate Strikes back.

[Joseph George]

((Solitary Confinement Cell Delta, Hab Block 1, Sheliak Mining Camp))

Time had little meaning here. And counting it seemed useless even with the flame of hope that he thought long dead, stoking again.  Still. . . .  It seemed about ten minutes later when he heard the unmistakable and grotesque sound of several shuffling Sheliak. S'dor counted four distinct gooey individuals and argued with himself internally about if he heard a fifth.  

The Sheliak, despite their imagined racial superiority, were not psychically strong, or rather, their gelatinous forms were ill suited for bearing large amounts of weight (A fact that he took great advantage of during his one-man war. In the darker times, he had remembered the sensation of pounded Sheliak goop on his fist with disturbing glee). It was probably one of the reasons besides the outright racism that they were so keen on slave labor. The Brikar wondered how the Sheliak had built a society with such bodily restrictions in the first place. They had probably, like so many cultures galaxy-wide, utilized animal labor at first, and eventually moved on to machinery.   But then why revert to slavery? Despite the limitations of their frames, they must have enslaved each other at some point, veritable armies of subordinated Sheliak, for it to be such an ingrained part of their culture.   

It seemed that the earlier panic had been caused by someone who had finally dug out that rebellious spirit that had arguably landed them on this mining encampment in the first place. Events leading up to the mutiny were chaotic to say the least, and perhaps their Captain really was incompetent as they had said.  But he knew the man they were going to put in her place, and he couldn't have predicted these specific circumstances in particular, but he knew that it would end in some kind of disaster. Even when he was low-crawling very slowly through the Jeffery's tubes to deposit the notes, using his knowledge of Engineering department work schedules to avoid detection, he was trying his damndest to avoid further crises.  

Who was the newest addition to the solitary block, and what had they done to warrant such an auspicious honor? More importantly, would their Sheliak captors expend the resources that had on him to extend his life, on a mere Carbon-based thrall? 

 

The spark of hope began to flicker again in the icy cold gusts of fate. The Sheliak had contained the latest threat of dignity and liberation, and may well have been on the way to neutralizing it, in the most efficient and cruel manner possible. Almost as cruel as his own fate, immobilized on the floor,  fed through a throat tube. Frankly, the burly Brikar would rather starve. When his determination had peaked, he had willed himself to bite down on his feeding tube either to block it or bite through it. But without his gravity compensator, his jaw was as immobile as the rest of him.

Much like the first time that hope had died, vitriol and spite took its place. The purest distilled type of hatred reserved for ones that had oppressed one and their fellows.  A rugged, and ragged determination to get out and stop the inevitable atrocity forced him to try even understanding as he did, the futility. He tried to move, however as it had always been in this cell, the laws of psychics beat out the laws of psychology. 

S'dor was a helpless shell of a man. A prisoner in his own body, as much as this cell, as much as this planet.

((Timeskip))

It had been who knows how long. Hours? Days? The rage subsided and he slowly drifted into memories of the beforetimes, the only form of escapism readily available to him. Lost in the mists of personal history, the awkward adolescent dance with a first love some decades past, more lifetimes ago than most people lived (if only proverbially); he barely caught the commotion outside of his cell door.  Just as he was coming out of the alluring fog of yesterday, a familiar voice spoke and not in his head.

Sokova: Response

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Lt. S'dor Grumm

Starfleet Engineering

POW/MIA

Shell of a man

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