Theodore Vernan had been a prisoner of the Tholians for more days than he could remember......Captured several years ago at the peak of the Dominion War, in a rare skirmish with several Tholian Web Ships, he had held out hope at first that Starfleet would mount a rescue mission, but as the days and weeks passed, his hope steadily burned out like a candle, slowly burning through its wick, until it was completely extinguished.
Then, at all once, it had hit him, there would be no rescue, no release from this hell-hole and he would likely spend the rest of his life here unless he and he alone could do something about it, but that was when the interrogations began. Until that point, he had been alone, in a dark room, unbothered except to be sporadically given some disgusting paste that was considered by the Tholians to be food - my oh my how he longed for good old Federation Ration Packs....or a Hamburger.....
At this point, when his morale was at its lowest, with no hope of rescue, they came for him and begun the interrogations - long, painful interrogrations, mechanical translation devices, numbness....nothingness.............his screams resounded throughout the whole facility but he had no shame, for he was a prisoner and this was his path.......or was it?
It was on one particular day when he was being led from an interrogtation that he saw a small andorian girl, no more than 13 years old, being led from a similar room, with bruises and blood all over her face and body......she looked at him, fear in her eyes........and she wimpered in Federation Standard....."Please....help me".
I never forgot that moment and it was then I resolved that I would escape this place.....and that is where my new mission started - my mission to escape this hellhole.
