Stardate:2406.04.19
Mission:  Beyond the Looking Glass 
Mission Day:? 
Stardate:  2406.04.19 

(Mirror Universe- Prison Cell- Captain Devon Sash-?) 

The cell was 10 feet wide, ten feet long and 10 feet high.  It was a 
perfect cube, painted  stark white.  The whiteness was only marred by 
the cot in one corner and the manacles that hung on the adjacent wall. 
The only other thing in the room was Captain Devan Sash, Commander of 
the USS Endeavor.  

Sash had lost track of how long he had been there.  There was no day or 
night, just the continuous, unending light.  There was no way of 
denoting the passage of time.  Even the changes of the guards were on an 
erratic, almost random, schedule.  He had seen the environment drive 
others to the brink of insanity.  Any effort to show time passing was 
quickly eradicated. 

One time he had managed to make scratches in the wall, every time he 
counted to one thousand.  When his captors discovered what he was doing 
a SWAT team came in to resurface the wall.  Sash smiled at the memory of 
the three men who had to be carried out of the room by the time they had 
managed to render him incapable of moving.  And that was no mean feet. 

All this time gave Sash plenty of opportunity to examine how he had 
gotten to where he was. 

His ship, the USS Endeavor, was an exploration vessel that had been sent 
to investigate a special anomaly.  The anomaly turned out to be a rift 
in the dimensional fabric of space.  Basically, it was a portal into 
another dimension.  Probes had been sent, without any success.  Then a 
probe came back.  But it wasn't their probe.  This probe came with an 
invitation, to come over to the other side. 

There had been a lot of debate, but in the end, Sash believed that this 
was why they were there.  It was his arrogance and belief that he could 
handle any situation that caused the destruction of his ship.  Once 
through the rift they were met by what appeared to be a Federation 
starship.  Accepting a goodwill gesture to meet Sash had beemed over 
with a first contact team.  

It did not take long to discover the subtle differences in their two 
realities.  This Federation ruled the quadrant with an iron fist. 
Command was won, rather than earned, by eliminating the competition. 
Fear and intimidation were this Federations main weapons.  It wasn't 
their 
only weapons though.  Weapons they had in abundance.  In fact, weapon 
development required a large amount of their resources.  

What they didn't have was medical technology.  And that is what they 
have 
been after.  Their people were dying, and they had no way of stopping 
it.  
So they did what they did best, acquire by any means available. 
Including 
developing the technology to penetrate the fabric of space and take wht 
they 
wanted from unsuspecting and trusting universes. 

Sash cursed himself for falling into that category.  Rather than turn 
his 
ship over to these barbarians, Sash had his ship self-destruct.  The 
members 
of his crew that had survived were rounded up and summarily tortured for 

information and then executed.  They had kept Sash alove, in an effort 
to 
obtain vital statistical data from him. 

Now, the only thing that broke up the monotony of Sash's existence was 
his interrogation sessions.  After their first attempt to retrieve him 
from his cell had been most educational for the Empirical Federation. 
Sash had almost made it to the shuttlebay to escape.  It was always 
amazing how, even after 40 years, the old Angosian conditioning 
returned. 

Now they would sedate Sash before even entering the room.  However, they 
hadn't realized tht his body was acclimating to the anesthetic they 
were using.  A benefit ofhis altered Angosian biochemistry.  He suffered 
through their interrogations, finding the use of their Neuralizers to be 
an incredibly effective source of pain.  

They asked about allocation of ships and resources, but the Angosian 
managed to refrain from uttering any sound.  He managed to heal quickly 
from the sessions, another benefit to his manipulated genetics. 
Although he was pretty certain he would be able to withstand the use of 
psychotropic drugs, the next ⅕Roelogical⅕R? step, as stated by his 
Vulcan 
interrogator, he hoped not to have to endure it. 

Now something was happening.  Sash had managed to overhear talk amongst 
the guards.  There were new prisoners coming, and one of those was a 
Vulcan.  They had begun to develop great plans to do with that one.  The 
military mind of the Angosian started to click.  With their new toys in 
custody they would probably start to loose interest in the uncooperative 
Angosian captain.  He knew his time was short. 

As was the time left for the new prisoners.  He had to come up with a 
plan, and soon, or this cycle would never end.  Sash made his vow to put 
an end to this madness, one way or another. 

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(posted by Al Muir) 

Stardate:2406.04.19
(Alter-Nimitz - Cell - COUNS Winters - 0730) 



Vanyssa, after examining the room to make sure that there was no way 
out, not that there would be one, considering where she thought she 
was; curled up in a little ball on the floor, her head in her hands. 
She was never going to get back home to see Jennah or Kat.... there was 
no way she would ever see David again. 

She'd remembered the transporter beam, then being held down by 4 burly 
security officers while an evil looking Fickett had shot her full of 
something.  Then everything had went numb, and she couldn't sense 
anything. 

"Well, I can't say that I'm surprised to see you in tears.  The 
Suppressant acts also like a depressant - and affects different 
telepaths differently."  Vanyssa looked up in shock to see herself 
standing there, hair longer, face crueler, and dressed in a skintight 
leather version of the uniform others had worn, including heels.  
Vanyssa gaped at the sensual woman standing in front of her. Everything 
about her was sex, from the way she carried herself to the aura that 
she projected. 

"I want to tell you some things, before they take you off to be 
tortured, and they will.  There are telepaths in your universe, and you 
are quite a strong one.  I am, however, stronger. So is every telepath 
on this ship.  We are taken from our parents at a very young age and 
taught to be the strongest we can be.  There was a war, not long ago, 
where telepaths fought telepaths, and many died; so true, strong, 
telepaths are a rarity to be prized. When I killed my mother I was 
given the FO position of this ship and my choice of rewards."  The evil 
Vanyssa leaned down and softly stroked the good Vanyssa's face.  "I 
chose Falthgood."  She whispered, leaning in to kiss the tears out of 
Vanyssa's eyes, being very soft and tender.  The good Vanyssa almost 
jumped back in revulsion, disgust dominant in her thoughts. 

"Good girl."  The evil Vanyssa whispered. "I feed on emotions, you 
know..we are taught to from an early age, so that we will have the 
proper incentives to do our job."  The evil Vanyssa pressed the good 
Vanyssa against the wall and straddled the good Vanyssa's body, hands 
lightly touching the good Vanyssa's face, one on each side of her 
temple. She turned back to her guards and told them to not let anyone 
interrupt. One of her guards was a medium level telepath and nodded, 
leaving the room with the other. 

"Lets see what we have here..."  the evil Vanyssa whispered, and 
pressed into her mind, ripping through her barriers as the good Vanyssa 
began to scream in pain. 

The evil Vanyssa stopped about 15 minutes later, and got up, relishing 
in the emotions that she had caused her counterpart. She summoned her 
guards in. "I want her stripped, and have her uniform delivered to my 
Quarters. I'll be going to help Sevant take over the other ship.  Tell 
the doctor to keep her doped up on the usual course of drugs, and give 
her over to the trainees.  It will be good for them to have someone 
relatively unbroken to practice on."  The one guard nodded and went off 
to carry out her orders.  The evil Vanyssa turned and looked down at 
her pitiful counterpart. 

The evil Vanyssa leaned down and grabbed Winters by the hair, pulling 
her head back and forcing her to look eye to eye.  "The strong ALWAYS 
win, Vanyssa. ALWAYS."  And the evil Vanyssa seared those words into 
Ness's mind, burning them in.  they would haunt her for the rest of her 
days...however long that might be. 

And then Vanyssa was left alone,  in the Darkness, with no one to hold 
her, until  2 rough hands came and dragged her into a room.  She was 
left in the middle of the floor a spotlight shining right into her 
eyes, too weak to move from the drugs. If she could have moved, she 
would have fought her counterpart. 

"Class, this is Vanyssa Winters, who is from the other side."  A voice 
spoke, a voice that Vanyssa knew. It was Kestra.  "She's a telepath, 
but has been shot full of suppressant. She is relatively unbroken, only 
having been deep-scanned by Commander Winters.  Each of you will take 
turns scanning her, and causing and evoking pain and hurt. The goal 
here is not to leave any marks, but to cause the maximum amount of pain 
possible.  Each of you will take turns monitoring the subject so that 
you will know how to recognize the signs. The goal is not to kill your 
subject, just to torture them.  Everyone in the Fleet has cost the 
Fleet much in man-hours and training.  Killing your subject could be 
cause to be executed yourself, depending on your record."  And with 
that Vanyssa's torment began, her mind slowly being peeled away as 
Kestra refined each of the student's techniques on her.  After about a 
half hour she wasn't capable of screaming anymore. 

After two hours, she retreated inside her head and knew that she 
wouldn't be able to come back out.  They already knew what they wanted 
to know about her... The evil Vanyssa had been able to extract the 
details from her mind.  Now they just wanted to hurt her. 

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Stardate:2406.04.19
Mission:  Beyond the Looking Glass 
Mission Day:  1 
Stardate 2406.04.19 

(Mirror Universe- Prison cell - Lt. Cmdr Nakamura -09:12) 

Nishi woke with a jolt and grunt that quickly turned to a cry of pain.  His arms felt as if they had been pulled from his shoulders, slowly the disorientation cleared enough for him to figure out what was going on; he was suspended from the roof, his hands locked into shackles and cables attached to the ceiling. The floor was below his feet, stretching out he could reach it, but only with the tips of his toes, not enough to take any weight and relieve the screaming ach in his arms. He moved his head around, trying to figure out where he was; metal walls, floor and ceiling, a low bunk against the rear wall, and a glowing force field - it was a cell, and he was hanging naked in the middle of it.

There's a comforting element to being a prisoner, just as there is to being a jailer (a thing he had been many times), it brings a clarity of roles and an understanding of what's expected, but not like this. Whomever had put him here wanted him vulnerable, uncomfortable and helpless, this had the unpleasant hallmarks or a torture situation, and that, Nishi decided was not a role he felt comfortable with. A quick inspection of the shackles biting into his wrists told him that they couldn't be forced. The cable moorings in the ceiling, looked like they had been added recently, but also looked sturdy; he pull on the cables, and only managed to lift himself on his arms; which screamed out they were doing enough just holding his body weight, so he dropped back down into a hang.  

A face appeared outside the force field, a sneering man in a uniform : "Looks like the Pi��'s is awake" He said to somebody Nishi couldn't see, "I'll report it" replied another voice. "Do you think she'll let us watch the fun?" asked the first, walking away from the entrance to the cell, Nishi didn't hear the reply.

Ten minutes of hatching escape plans, most of which involved trying to pull the cables free, it always seemed to work in the books he had read as a boy - but in those the stories the walls were crumbling old stone, rather than some kind of titanium alloy. 

"Lieutenant Commander Nishi Nakamura, you're a bit of a puzzle" Nishi looked up and, to his surprise, saw Kestra standing at cell entrance, she was wearing the same style uniform as the guard, which didn't fill him with confidence, and carrying the bag he had taken with him on the shuttle. She disarmed the force field and stepped inside. 

"Kestra What's going on? Get me down from here" 

She paced around him as she spoke, Nishi craned his head trying to follow her with his eyes. "No, I'm not going to do that. You see, we're not friends, not colleagues, not anything." she finished her circle and stood in front of him "Naked suits you" 

"I miss my pockets, they were useful" answered Nishi coldly, he thought he understood what was going on. "So which side are you working for, which group sent you to bring me in?"  There were holes in his theory, large ones, but it was all he could think of; one of the factions within Starfleet Intelligence must have taken an interest in him, or seen him as a threat.  The fact that they had used Kestra was a surprise, if she had been a spy, she had been a very good one, or maybe she wasn't, maybe it was a ploy to make him feel uncomfortable, a holodeck simulation, a way to unnerve him.

"I don't know what you're talking about" she said, a bored look on her face, she dropped the bag on the bunk, "Alright" she sighed, "Alternate reality. kidnapped. Counterparts sent back in your places. Does that help?" 

"Um, yeah" he replied, more than a little shocked.  
"My uniform is on the other me, right" - she nodded 
"That makes sense" he confessed, "but why this?" he asked casting his eyes upwards to indicate that he was talking about the shackles and cables.

"Oh that, why do you think? Because it's funny" she grinned, and something told Nishi that it had been her doing. 

She took a few casual steps backwards, almost flaunting the fact that she had the freedom to do so, and leant her back against the wall.

"When we found you on that shuttle we were at a bit of a lose, nobody had heard of you, the others were easy to find, but you, you were a surprise. Funny how these things work, always one of you close when the other crosses over, strange, don't you think?" Nishi knew the question was rhetorical, so he didn't bother to answer.  "He was on the ship, one of our soldiers, what else could he be with no psionic abilities, and next to no strength of character? I met him, read his service record, dug around in his memory a little, just to know if we could trust him - nothing more than anger, fear, and self loathing.  One of those tragedies, who so often end up in the military; violent and abusive father, who he killed in his sleep. You didn't do that too, did you?"

"No" replied Nishi coldly. The thought of the person she was describing loose on the Nimitz frightened him, he'd be the chief of security, people would trust him, Eloise would trust him, she'd be alone with him, she and Ryuichi. 

Pain, a stabbing pain like the sharp headache caused by eating ice cream too quickly, dug into his mind, he winced as it spread deeper into his skull.

"Oh" purred kestra, as if he had answered a question that she already knew. She walked around to the bag she had left on the bunk, she removed Ryuichi's toy Bee, the one Nishi had found in the bag as he was heading to the shuttle bay, she held it in her hands and stroked it as if it were a kitten. "They say that there's a circle to abuse" she said absently without looking at him, Ryuichi's toy in her hands, her meaning all too clear.

"Then again" she continued, dropping the furry toy on the bunk, as if she had grown tired of it, and wanted something else to amuse her. "Our Nakamura's a solitary man, maybe the love of a good woman will turn him around, is she a good woman, loving?" the pain in Nishi's mind returned, only this time it was shallower, images of Eloise appeared in his memory; her smile, the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body against his.

"Oh, she is a loving girl isn't she, and pretty, in a girlish way. I think he'll like her." she almost whispered 

Nishi forced the thoughts of Eloise out of his head, as it dawned on him that the headache was kestra poking around in his mind.  It started as a growl in his head, angry and defiant, then he could hear it in his ears, feel it coming from his mouth and reverberating through his chest.  The pain stopped, and she looked at him, not exactly surprised, but as if he were a curiosity. Nishi's growl became words spoken through clenched teeth; "Stay the hell out of my head" - he had no idea how to block a telepath, or even if it were possible, anger was all he had.

Kestra smiled at him, a nasty smile, an arrogant one. Pain shot through him like electricity, his body convulsed as muscles he no longer had control over, spasmed and jerked, his mind felt as if it were being ripped in half, the searing cold he experienced before poured through his brain, then cascaded down his spine, where it spread across his skin, shifting from freezing to burning and back again.

"No, nothing like our Nakamura" she commented as she turned and walked from the room, leaving Nishi,  hanging limply by his wrists, his body still convulsing,  his half open eyes focusing slowly through tears, on a brightly coloured toy Bee.

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(Posted; Alister)
Stardate:2406.04.19
(Alter-Nimitz - Detention Cell - Cmdr Sevant - 0930)  

Sevant pushed himself up against the bulkhead, his eyes tight shut as he 
steeled himself against the fire that his nerves had become. Slowly be 
turned his mind inward, taking a mental look about to see if he had any 
serious problems. He hadn't been able to discover any, so far, they 
hadn't so much as put a finger on him during the entire process. 

But he had never felt such residual pain before, not without having 
something physically wrong. The theory of nerve induction torture wasn't 
a new one for him, someone with enough knowledge of physiology and nerve 
structure could make a person feel just about anything. But he had never 
before experienced it, and never had he heard of a system that worked 
just so well as this had. 

After several long minutes, he abandoned his attempt to find physical 
damage, there was just none to be had. Rather, he tried to fight past 
the memories of pain, and remember just what he had been asked. And 
worse, if he had answered when the pain-induction devices had been 
engaged. Sevant took a very long, slow breath... And began putting 
himself into a trace state. 



(Alter Nimitz - Counseling Section - Cmdr Sevant - Earlier) 

"Name and position?" 

The Vulcan quirked an eyebrow, and just looked at the woman who was 
questioning him. He couldn't move much of anything else, he was strapped 
down to a chair with straps strong enough to hold a raging Klingon. He 
had given them a quick test, but little else, he was certain that his 
captors were competent at their business. Besides, he was already 
physically weak from being zapped by some sort of stun device in the 
cell. 

The woman smiled at him for a few moments, then pulled out a small 
device that vaguely resembled his own communicator. It had the same 
general shape, though it had a much more wicked design. She put it on 
his chest, right about in the 'correct' place for a communicator, then 
stepped back to her seat. "I will ask you again, Vulcan, what is your 
name and position?" 

Without waiting for an answer, she pushed a button on a small controller 
she was holding. Sevant's eyes immediately bugged out, and he convulsed 
against the straps as excruciating pain filled every place on his body 
at once. After just a moment, the pain disappeared, leaving a small 
tingling in the tips of his fingers and toes, and a painful memory of 
the jolt. 

"I only ask my first question, more then once. I've given you a taste of 
our techniques now, but just a taste." She smiled as she stood once 
again, "I can make pain explode behind your eyes, I can make it flow in 
waves up and down your body, I can just about do anything. So..." she 
put a finger under the Vulcan's chin, and ran it lightly up to the scar 
of his face. "I will ask you one. last. time. Name, and position?" 

The Vulcan shifted his eyes to look at her. "Caladryll Sevant, First 
Officer USS Nimitz." 

"Ahhhhh, better." she said 

Sevant snorted. 

"Now," she said, apparently taking no notice of his snort. "What are you 
doing here?" 

Sevant quirked an eyebrow as his mouth quirked into a nasty grin. 
"Caladryll Sevant, First Officer, USS Nimitz." 

The woman shook her head, "I hate slow learners." She pushed a button, 
and held it. Sevant jerked against the bonds and straps, his body 
completely out of his control. He tried biting his tongue, to prevent 
the screams he knew where coming.. But he found he was already too late, 
his voice rang high and loud in the closed room. His painful bellow 
filled every corner of the room. 

Without warning, the pain suddenly stopped, and Sevant was left with 
fresh pain in his body.. Something he knew would take longer to 
dissipate this time. He couldn't handle much more of this, he purposely 
closed his eyes and retreated into his own private world... 



(Alter-Nimitz - Detention Cell - Cmdr Sevant - 1025) 

Sevant came out of his self-induced meditation with a deep gasp of 
remembered pain. His body still twitched from the nerve induction, it 
didn't take much to recall the absolute penalization that he had been 
through. He couldn't remember anything after his own self-induced 
hypnosis in the torture room, but he could only assume he said nothing 
there... His body was nothing but a shell by that point. He had only 
come 'out' of it once he noticed that he was no longer being shocked. 

He took another deep breath and shuddered, this was NOT a good 
situation. He couldn't go through many sessions like that, without 
either permanently withdrawing into his mind, or giving away some sort 
of vital evidence. It was only a matter of time... 

Caladryll closed his eyes and sighed as guards stepped in front of his 
cell, and the force field was dropped. He had no good idea of how long 
it had been since their last session, but it seems a bit soon for them 
to be dragging him up again... Unless they had no intention of letting 
him rest up. The Vulcan looked up, and immediately frowned when he 
noticed one of the jailers had a woman over his shoulder. The guard 
tossed the woman onto his cot, and said "Here's a little present for you 
Vulcan,"  

A gasp of breath forced Sevant to turn his attention to the door. 

"It's him!  The one from..." 

Sevant was in his feet in an instant, both guards started pulling 
weapons, but whomever had just dropped off the Counselor took a single 
shot and knocked one of them over. Sevant reached out with all his 
strength, and snapped the neck of the second. The guard slowly slid 
down, his face a mask of horror. 
 
"I'm Captain Devan Sash, of the USS Endeavor." 

Sevant nodded to the man, briefly, and limped his way over to the side 
of Winters. 

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(posted by Trout) 


Stardate:2406.04.19
Missiion:  Beyond the Looking Glass 
Mission Day:  ? 
Stardate 2406.04.19

(Mirror Universe- Prison deck- Captain Devan Sash-1015) 

With Vanyssa Winters, unceremoniously slung over his shoulder, Sash headed 
back down the corridor.  He thought it fairly odd that no one had seen him 
yet.  After all, with a body over your shoulder, one tends to stick out.  He 
knew his next order of business was to find this Vulcan they had been 
talking about.  Even with their emotiional control, and tough constitution, 
they didn't have his regenerattive capabilities.  

He didn't run into anyone until he rounded the corner of the holding cells. 
It was then that someone finally stopped him. 

"What hell do you think you're doing," someone said.  Sash couldn't see them 
since he was using Nessa's body to block their view of his face.  

Trying to sound cold he replied, "This is the one they were using for 
practice with the telepaths.  I thought we'd throw her in with the Vulcan, 
just to show him what he's got to look forward to." 

The other guards laughed and agreed that it would be fun.  they led Sash to 
the holding cell and opened the door.  Sash cautiously stepped through the 
door.  He was still worried that this was going to smoothly.  He tossed 
Winters onto the cot and looked at the Vulcan. 

"Here's a little present for you Vulcan,"  Sash stated, looking at the 
beaten figure of Sevant.  then one of the guards caught his breath. 

Sash turned to look at the man as he turned to his partner, "It's him!  The 
one from..." 

That was all he got to say as Sash fired his phaser fromthe hip.  The guard 
flew across the corridor and struck the other wall.  As he turned to face 
the second guard he noticed that he had slumped to the floor, with the 
Vulcan standing next to him. 

Sash thought this was a good time for introductions.  "I'm Captain Devan 
Sash, of the USS Endeavor." 

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(posted by Al Muir) 


Stardate:2406.04.19
Mission:  Beyond the Looking Glass 
Mission Day:  1 
Stardate 04.19.2406 

(Mirror Universe- Prison deck- Captain Devan Sash & Cmndr Sevant-1030) 

Sash looked at the Vulcan, who seemed a little unsteady on his feet.  He 
helped him to sit on the side of the cot beside Vanyssa Winters.  

"You don't seem to be in much better shape than her," he commented 
plainly. 

"I would guess I'm not." Sevant said, quietly. 

"Obviously, it's not going to work for us to get out of here and have to 
carry her," he said touching her face softly.   ~Was it really her?~ 
"Do you have any suggestions?" 

Sevant closed his eyes for a moment, but rather then just shaking his 
head, he looked over at her. "Is this recent?" he eventually asked. 

"When I found her she was alreaddy like this.  They were torturing her, 
I believe telepathically." 

"Hmmmm, then she might have withdrawn, or might have been pushed into a 
quiet corner of her mind. She might not come back out until someone 
friendly links with her." 

"Are you sure you're up to it?"  Sash looked worried. 

The Vulcan snorted, "Not likely, but I don't see we have much of a 
choice." He looked back up, "But who are you?" he asked. 

"As I said,"  Sash replied, "I'm Captain Devan Sash.  I was the CO of the 
USS Endeavor.  My ship was drawn over to this side of the dimensional rift 
and was subsequently destroyed."  He figured there was no point in giving 
all the details right now.  he would have to answer for that once he was 
back in his own universe.  "I can't say how long I've been here, but most 
likely it's been a a couple of months.  I'm ready to go home now, and I'd 
like to have your help.  If you are willing to trust me." 

Sevant considered that for a few minutes, then nodded gruffly. If he was 
other then what he said, it really wouldnt matter. He slowly put Vanyssa on 
the floor, and reached out to put his fingers lightly on her face. 

Sash moved out of the way in order to let the Vulcan get at Nessa.  He 
watched in awe as the Vulcan touched her and began to mold her mind, to 
wade through the destruction that had been laid in her mind.  To say the 
least, he was impressed. 

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(posted by Al Muir) 

  
Stardate:2406.04.19
(Alter-Nimitz - Detention Cell - Sevant & Winters - 1040) 

When the telepaths had attempted to break her, Vanyssa did the only 
thing that she knew how to  do in such a situation, retreat into the 
inner corners of her mind, build some defenses and  hunker down.  it was 
a much better solution that allowing them to see how easily they could 
hurt  her.  And truth be told, sometimes Vanyssa wasn't the strongest 
person , especially since she  had broken the bond with David that kept 
her whole. A piece of her was missing, and without that  piece she 
wouldn't be able to survive. With the thought that she had failed her 
colleagues, she  retreated to a happier time. 

Sevant, his face a tight mask of pain, entered slowly into a complete 
meld, melting himself into  whatever reality Winters had created for 
herself, if there was one at all. 

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(Dreamscape - Sevant & Winters - Time has no meaning) 

When the Nimitz had passed through some temporal distortions, the 
telepaths on the ship had  gotten visions of alternate futures, and it 
was that vision that Vanyssa clung to.  She found  herself in a house, 
with children running about, and David standing there, welcoming her 
with  open arms. She joyfully surrendered herself to those arms, knowing 
that he was not only strong,  but would protect her. With his very life 
if need be. 

The Vulcan slowly blinked, once he was connected to her, and looked 
'around' him. He took a few  moments to consider his surroundings and 
what they meant, then decided she had buried herself  deep into either a 
memory of home, or a fantasy of home. Either way, it wasn't unexpected, 
as  long as this was a place of relative comfort. He took a deep 
'breath', prepared himself mentally  for any dozens of possible 
reactions, then bellowed "Counselor Winters!" 

Vanyssa turned out of the loving arms of David enough to see Caladryll 
standing there, amongst  her children. "Cal, did you bring Jayne and 
T'loren to play? Jennah will be so excited.  We  haven't seen you in so 
long, how are Vicki and the twins doing?" 

David went to welcome his friend and fellow warrior. "Hello, Sevant. How 
does being right hand  to the Admiral treat you these days?"  He asked, 
reaching his hand out in welcome. 

Sevant went slack-jawed, this was FAR from what he had expected. He 
shook his head, closed his  eyes, and fought the waves of feeling that 
came. "Vanyssa!" he finally said, "Come back to  reality, we need you on 
your feet..." He looked back up, "Look around you! This isn't real, this 
isn't.. anything like real. My Family is dead, your David is dead... 
lock onto that, remember  it." His eyes crossed with tension as he 
fought Vanyssa's mind for just a moment, and brought an  image of David 
Dark, lying against a forested tree, his BDU snapped nearly in half. It 
was David  as Sevant had seen him, during their last mission. He 
desperately hoped he wouldn't have to give  her images of his family, as 
he had seen them from pictures. "We can't go anywhere, unless you  come 
back to us." he finally managed. 

"Come back to you?  But you are right here, Caladryll. And David is 
right here too. He isn't  dead."  She looked at him in concern. "Are you 
sure you haven't been working too hard from all  that stress? Admiral 
Doenitz?  sure has been working you hard with the trial of that traitor 
LoDona."  She held out her hand in concern. "Is that why you came to see 
me? Since you don't  want any of the Counselors to know?"  She asked, 
softly. "I won't tell, I promise." 

Sevant grit his teeth, "You are a betazoid, tell me how I should be able 
to do this." It was  painful, and Vanyssa's subconscious defenses were 
fighting him all the way, but Sevant managed  to form an image of Vicki 
and the dead children right before Vanyssa's feet. He noticed her  gasp, 
but left the image there for several moments before letting it slip 
away. "The only time  either of us has been able to do anything like 
that, Vanyssa, was when we were melded." His face  was grim, "I'm melded 
to you, right now. If you have the courage, take note of yourself.. find 
me  in your mind." 

Vanyssa looked at him strangely, and then David stepped in front of her. 
"You are hurting her,  Caladryll.  You must be evil."  And with that 
David drew his Katana. "Defend yourself, if you  dare." 

Sevant looked at David and shook his head, he couldn't fight a full 
betazoid in her own mind. He  would have to break the meld before that. 
Rather, he turned back to her. "I'm trying to save you,  Vanyssa. You 
will die if you do NOT come out, we need to escape, we can't carry you. 
I won't  leave you, so if you don't come out, we BOTH die." he said, 
flatly. 

She looked uncertain, almost as if something he was saying was beginning 
to break through her  carefully constructed world. "How can we die here, 
Caladryll? It's so perfect."  She asked  uncertainly. 

"YOU ARE WITHIN YOUR OWN MIND!" he finally bellowed. His strength was 
finally fading, he didn't  have much time left. "YOU RETREATED HERE!" he 
ducked a swing of the Katana, then put most of his  strength behind one 
last ditch effort to get through to her. He punched David, with every 
ounce  of 'strength' he had, to buy himself a few more seconds. "We can 
escape, if we hurry, if you  come back... if you see what you have done 
to yourself in order to protect yourself. I can't  help you any more 
then this..." 

Sevant was beginning to fade, his physical strength was nearly 
finished... he would be sweating  and shaking by now, in the real world. 
He looked at Vanyssa's mental projection for a second  longer. "Follow 
me... and we can make ourselves safe again..." 

Vanyssa cried out as the image in front of her began to waver and she 
ran and hugged him tight  to herself. "Oh, god."  She cried, tears 
streaming down her face physically though her eyes were  still shut and 
she was locked in the meld. 

Sevant, his mental grasp as tight around Vanyssa as he could, pulled.. 
and attempted to break the  meld. If he could succeed, then odds were 
she would pull herself out with him. He was meeting  resistance though, 
lots of it, both from Vanyssa's subconscious and his own exhausted body. 
He  mentally growled at himself and the whole situation, and YANKED with 
everything he had left. 



(Alter-Nimitz - Detention Cell - Sevant & Winters - 1045) 

Sevant stifled a groan of pain, as he pulled his fingers away from 
Vanyssa's face, and fell  backwards onto his hind end. 

Vanyssa sat up, blinking in the darkness to see Sash standing over her 
with a phaser pointed at  the door. "Oh my God."  She whispered softly, 
and saw Sash whirl at her familiar voice. She  looked down at Caladryll, 
and slid off the cot, trying not to move too fast. She looked into his 
eyes and asked quietly, "Are you ok?"  She whispered.  She didn't 
remember him being in the  alternate reality of her mind with her, only 
that Kestra and the telepaths had been hurting her  and she had 
withdrawn. It was obvious then that Cal had saved her by melding. 

"I will live," he said after a few moments. "We haven't much time." 

Vanyssa nodded. "Caladryll, why is Sash here?"  She asked quietly, 
seeing Sash's eyes widen. 

Sevant looked up at the officer he had just met, "To escape with us," he 
said. He put his hands  down, and pushed himself to wobbly feet. "And we 
had best get to it, or we will never make it." 

"Wait a second."  Vanyssa said softly, walking over to him and wrapping 
her arms around him in a hug, attempting to make her telepathic contact 
closer. She drew away and stared into Sash's eyes. "Oh my God, it is 
you."  She threw herself back into his arms and hugged him close.  She 
turned back to Cal. "This is Sash!"  She replied with a huge grin, 
totally out of character for the present circumstances.  She then looked 
at Cal, more seriously. "Where are the others? Nishi and Zach and 
Fickett?"  

Sevant shook his head, and gestured to Sash. "He would know better." 

(reply: sash) 

Vanyssa reached out with her mind, even though it hurt, hurt like 
reaching into flame to do it.  She would need to spend some time with a 
betazoid or Vulcan mind-healer when this was all over, recovering. 
"Nishi and Zach are that way.  There are 4 minds between us and Zach, 
more between Zach and Nishi.  I can't sense Fickett."  She replied, 
slumping against Sash's strong arms. 

Sevant nodded, "Let's go, then." 

(reply: Sash, any) 
(posted by Trout) 


Stardate:2406.04.219
(Alter-Nimitz - Cell - Cmdr Sevant - 0700) 

Sevant, unwilling to put himself in a position where he would have 
trouble reacting, leaned against the far wall of his simplistic cell 
with his eyes half closed, in a semi-trance state as he calmed his mind 
and began formulating plans to escape. 

He didn't know exactly where he was, but it didn't take much to hazard a 
guess. Their shuttle had been tractored, and themselves beamed out 
immediately after exiting the anomaly. The ship had been broadcasting as 
the Nimitz, but it certainly wasn't their Nimitz. 

Immediately after being beamed, they had been taken into custody. The 
officers and crew wore uniforms almost like the jumpsuits he was used 
to, but with a far more militaristic flair, and the officers themselves 
wore both sashes and stylized daggers as well. Savant's away team had 
been grabbed without warning. Sevant had fought back, his strength 
greater then most humans, and so had most of the away team. However, it 
was to no avail.. they had simply bogged them down with sheer weight of 
numbers. 

The Vulcan had been dragged through the ship, and it hadn't taken much 
to notice the great difference in the ship and crew. The ship was 
utilitarian, for the most part, and all the crew was armed with both 
phasers and sneers. They had all been thrown in separate cells, after 
coming into what would be security on his own ship. 

He had read about things like this before, of a mirror universe with a 
militaristic and cruel flair. 

Sevant had spent the first twenty minutes meticulously going over the 
cell, but it seemed to have no flaw. He would have to wait until they 
opened the cell to escape, but that was fine, he was patient. The rest 
of the time he had spent conserving his energy, and plotting. He didn't 
have much to work with right now, except a general idea of where he was, 
but it was enough for now. 

Distorted sounds made their way through the energy force field, causing 
Sevant to fully open his eyes and turn his attention to the door. After 
a few moments, several people walked in front of it, and looked at him. 
A moment after that, the field went down. 

The people that entered didn't have sashes, meaning they probably 
weren't officers. Sevant maintained a calm demeanor, then when the crew 
had gotten close, he lashed out with a backhand. He immediately ducked a 
prod-like device that one of the jailers was holding, and shoved his 
palm up into the jaw of the attacker with all this strength. He heard a 
snap, but didn't pause as he turned and slammed into the neck of another 
with a ridge-hand strike. 

He wasn't able to avoid a jab with a prod from one of the other guards, 
and a powerful stun shot slammed into his body. He watched the face of 
one attacker for a moment, as he fell to his knees and his vision rimmed 
to black... 



(Alter-Nimitz - Cell - Cmdr Sevant - 0910) 

Sevant bit back a groan as he was dumped unceremoniously on the floor of 
his cell. His nerves were twitching, he still felt like he was being 
burned. Visions of being naked in a cell with Romulans had come to mind, 
but the Romulans had engaged in physical tortures. These... Things, had 
invaded his mind, and played with his very nerves. He could live through 
the pain, however, there were places in his mind that not even a master 
telepath could break. He hadn't spent months recovering from the loss of 
his love, only to give out to pain now. 

They had asked questions, he had responded with his name and rank. They 
had prodded him, he had screamed, but said nothing else. They had 
laughed and said there was plenty of time, he had only grit his teeth 
and remained silent. 

But as they dropped him on the bare floor, he wasn't sure how long he 
could continue this without either making a mental vegetable himself, or 
blurting everything he knew. Odds were, to his thinking, that he would 
simply retreat somewhere far away in his mind, never to return. That 
wasn't any safer for him, but it at least let him keep his oaths to the 
Federation. Either way, probably meant his death. 

He heard footsteps at the door, but ignored them as he took stock of his 
damaged body and tried to bring the pain under control. The voice he 
heard, however, made him freeze. "I had hoped to learn more about you, 
but I suppose I haven't a choice in that. Your time in the chamber was 
enough to learn the basics." 

Sevant turned, at the door were two men. One of them was the spitting 
image of Falthgood, in a black outfit with a red sash. The other was... 
Himself. The alter-Sevant was wearing a sash and blade like the rest, 
but he carried with him an aire of evil authority. Behind the two were a 
couple crewmen, wearing pins on their lapels that matched the hilts of 
the two daggers both Sevant and Falthgood were carrying. Sevant 
struggled to forget the pain, and bring his mind to bare, but he found 
it nearly impossible. 

~bodyguards... Yes... They had personal bodyguards here...~ 

The Alter-Sevant turned and said, "Go to your double, learn what you 
can, we leave for their Nimitz in twenty minutes." 

The Alter-Falthgood nodded, and left. One of the two crewman followed in 
his footsteps. 

Sevant took a deep breath, and coughed. He was beyond livid, but he had 
been shot full of enough drugs to keep him stationary. The Alter-Sevant 
chuckled, and said "After watching your cool performance earlier, I can 
already tell that the next few days are going to be a bore for me. I 
hate playing the 'cool and collected' Vulcan. They are, after all, much 
more rare here." A grin punctuated his words, "But, if I must... Then I 
must. That doesn't mean I have to like it." 

The Alter-Sevant aimed a savage kick at the tortured Sevant's stomach, 
then turned on his heel and strode out. The blue arc of the restraining 
field popped into existence, leaving Sevant alone and in pain. 

But pain was good, to a point, it reminded him how much he would enjoy 
getting out of this place. 

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(posted by Trout)