Mistress Taammir: She who is without mercy
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Tomas Falt
Sep 24, 2025, 3:53:51 PM (3 days ago) Sep 24
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((CO's Office, former Starfleet depot))
Taammir: Starfleet? IMPOSSIBLE!
Taammir slammed her first into the table as she spoke those words. The impact knocked over her cup, spilling blood wine across its surface. She watched as it spread across the polished metal, her sudden silence feeling far more menacing to those around her than the previous rage.
Only when the blood wine reached the edge and the first drop fell to the floor did she look up at the unfortunate wretch cowering in front of her. When her voice came next it was sing-song and light.
Taammir: I'm sure you must have made a mistake, Starfleet haven't been able to travel this far out ::she slammed the table again, rage returning:: IN DECADES!
The pathetic excuse for a spy in front of her somehow managed to grovel even lower.
Spy: T..th...they wear the Starfleet symbol, M..mistress... The s..same as the t..table...
Taammir paused to trace a long nail through the bloodline on the table, revealing the shape of a long-faded symbol.
Taammir: Do they now, that is...
She paused to theatrically lick the blood wine from her finger.
Taammir: Interesting...
She highly doubted they were Starfleet. It was much more likely they were pirates of some sort, trying to use the federations logo as part of some imbecilic scam.
She sighed. In the end it really didn't matter. There were only two outcomes for those that trespassed in Emerald Chain territory, enslavement or death.
Taammir: Starfleet or not they are here, in my territory. They even flew a ship over MY BASE!
She paused to pick up her rather ornate cup from the table.
Taammir: I will give you one chance to redeem yourself, spy. Take some men and lead a raid, but make sure they kill you before you return if fail. You know what will happen otherwise.
The spy gulped, their gaze fixed on the cup she was holding up. From a distance it looked ornate, but close too... The spy shuddered. When one of Taammir's previous spies had failed her she'd trapped him in a stasis field and clawed the still living brain out of his skull. She'd then had his remains carefully preserved and turned his hollow head into a cup, complete with ornate gold decoration and the man's final expression of absolute agony.
Taammir slammed her first into the table as she spoke those words. The impact knocked over her cup, spilling blood wine across its surface. She watched as it spread across the polished metal, her sudden silence feeling far more menacing to those around her than the previous rage.
Only when the blood wine reached the edge and the first drop fell to the floor did she look up at the unfortunate wretch cowering in front of her. When her voice came next it was sing-song and light.
Taammir: I'm sure you must have made a mistake, Starfleet haven't been able to travel this far out ::she slammed the table again, rage returning:: IN DECADES!
The pathetic excuse for a spy in front of her somehow managed to grovel even lower.
Spy: T..th...they wear the Starfleet symbol, M..mistress... The s..same as the t..table...
Taammir paused to trace a long nail through the bloodline on the table, revealing the shape of a long-faded symbol.
Taammir: Do they now, that is...
She paused to theatrically lick the blood wine from her finger.
Taammir: Interesting...
She highly doubted they were Starfleet. It was much more likely they were pirates of some sort, trying to use the federations logo as part of some imbecilic scam.
She sighed. In the end it really didn't matter. There were only two outcomes for those that trespassed in Emerald Chain territory, enslavement or death.
Taammir: Starfleet or not they are here, in my territory. They even flew a ship over MY BASE!
She paused to pick up her rather ornate cup from the table.
Taammir: I will give you one chance to redeem yourself, spy. Take some men and lead a raid, but make sure they kill you before you return if fail. You know what will happen otherwise.
The spy gulped, their gaze fixed on the cup she was holding up. From a distance it looked ornate, but close too... The spy shuddered. When one of Taammir's previous spies had failed her she'd trapped him in a stasis field and clawed the still living brain out of his skull. She'd then had his remains carefully preserved and turned his hollow head into a cup, complete with ornate gold decoration and the man's final expression of absolute agony.
What was truly terrible was that was not the worst thing she'd done, not by a long way. She was known as "She who is without mercy" for very good reason.
Taammir: And I want two of them taken alive, so one can watch whilst then other dies screaming. Kill any others you find.
The spy nodded, very aware of his mistress's interrogation methods. Even the strongest broke and told her anything she wanted after they saw a friend taken apart mercilessly.
Spy: it will be done mistress.
Taammir didn't even bother to look up as the spy scurried away.
NT / TBC
Taammir: And I want two of them taken alive, so one can watch whilst then other dies screaming. Kill any others you find.
The spy nodded, very aware of his mistress's interrogation methods. Even the strongest broke and told her anything she wanted after they saw a friend taken apart mercilessly.
Spy: it will be done mistress.
Taammir didn't even bother to look up as the spy scurried away.
NT / TBC
Mistress Taammir
Emerald Chain Congresswoman & Warlord.
"She who is without mercy."
As simmed by
Commander Tomas Falt
Strategic Operations Officer - 13th Fleet
USS Eagle
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OOC: If anyone wants to spin up an MSNPC and join the Emerald Chain let me know! We can terrorise these weak Starfleeters together!
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