MSNPC Cikron Tram "Former" Warden ~ Whatever helps you sleep at night
Roxanna Dorion
((Brief Timeskip. Brig Containment cell ~ USS Khitomer))
Cikron Tram had seen the inside of a detainment cell more than a few times. Usually, it wasn't as nice as this, and he had far fewer broken ribs this time. The upholstery on the bench was both clean, and softer than many he had seen. His compliments to the warden, should he ever meet them.
A ping of awareness hit him, someone was coming. He stood, placed his hands behind his back and waited.
Tram: ::Clinically:: I anticipated you would have more to discuss with me....
It seemed the Junior Lieutenant had more to say. And sadly for Tram, he was quite literally a captive audience.
Zerva: Indeed I do. ::eyeing the faded pig on the bench:: Questions that others might not want to ask.
His scar-split brow raised in curiosity.
Tram: Why Lieutenant, ::he was intrigued enough to skip the insulting:: I admit you have my attention.
Tram's eyes shifted to the PADD, he could only assume it held the data from his research. Normally, Tram would be obsessively editing and rewriting his notes until they felt the genius shone through. The rough notes were often disjointed, half thoughts, because usually, Tram was the only one who read his research.
He had been discredited within academia due to his "Unhinged Guerilla Antics".
Zerva: ::holding up the PADD:: I need to understand more of the reasons why you did what you did to those prisoners.
The Trill stood in front of him, he could sense loathing, but...it wasn't the oily judgement that the Captain of theirs had. This man had the sense to understand that things don't always go along with morality. Sometimes to understand the beast, you had to become beastly. Most found it distasteful, but they were naive if they believed their intel was always obtained without a bit of bloodshed.
Tram: ::tilting his head, eyes searching:: Would you believe I did not enjoy causing the discomfort?
He didn't, enjoy it that is. Mostly, he knew it had to be done and long since burned any trepidation away.
Zerva: I see. While I agree with the majority of the crew that your methods were rather barbaric, I need more information than what I can get on a PADD.
Tram wouldn't answer until he got what he wanted. Which, was to get the squeaky little do-gooder to say the quiet part out loud.
Tram: And what is it you believe you would learn from my research?
A shadow of a smirk began to form. The man was sorting through his thoughts while dodging the increasing discomfort emotions as each thought became darker than the one before.
Zerva: I need this information because it might help us in combating the Lattice Alliance. It could give us more insight. I suspect you would agree? After all isn’t it your goal that your research will live on and become something of use to those of us on the frontlines in the Alpha Isles?
Tram: ::spiritedly:: That's it Lieutenant, don't let it go now. You want to weaponize my research. You will use what I have learned, tell yourselves that since the information is there, might as well see what it is all about, right? Just like the Human's used the Unit 731 data, divorcing themselves from the trailblazing scientists who dared to do what would be considered...what was your word? Barbaric?
Zerva: Response
Tram: Ah, yes but that is it isn't it? You will justify, and excuse, and say you are coming from a place of altruistic intentions, all while benefiting from the work you condemn me, and others like me for. ::his smile turned vicious:: And all these little lies will help you forgive yourself from being just as curious as I...the difference between us, dear Lieutenant, would be the fortitude to do it.
Zerva: Response
Tram: ::an exhausted, defeated sort of laughter escaped:: I know what awaits me when this life ends, and it will not be peaceful. I have a lot to answer for. I am prepared for my fate. And...considering you mostly came here to monologue at me and shove your judgement, so you can tuck yourself into bed and sleep soundly, there is very little that you can actually prove. ::a chime from his wrist:: Ah. I believe it is time for my required respite. I will summon you within twelve hours and forty eight minutes to continue our conversation. Should you wish.
Ignoring the man entirely, he approached the bench, and laid back with a straight spine, closing his eyes, and within seconds becoming unconscious. Like the bastard he was.
TAG/END for Tram
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MSNPC Cikron Tram Primary Warden
Detention Facility 03949 "The Crack"
Alpha Trionus II
As simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0