Invasion: Journal Three by Hammer Trollkin

Author:Hammer Trollkin [Trollkin, Hammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

OF FRIENDS AND ENEMIES

Tee is preparing to interrogate the highest-level Prime officer taken prisoner during the throne room assault on Kreahaam-In. It’s May 29th. I’ve been allowed to observe. Sitting in front of me are several SID <Stellar Intelligence Division> special agents and some Solcom intelligence analysts. We’re viewing the interrogation through one-way glass. Or, it might be a holocam and screen. It’s hard to tell these days.

Tee has a look of deep concentration as he moves close to touch the prisoner. Now he looks confused. He can’t get through. The Empire commander must have a means to block the delving process. Tee’s BID is linked to a vid-grid, allowing him to push out what he’s getting through the delve.

The Primer sent a coherent thought: “Insignificant human. You act above your estate, to think you might interrogate a Citizen of Prime. Yes, your choice of the term Prime is an accurate designation for my people. Your people are inferior in every way, and will be eradicated. We will keep only a few of your kind alive, to serve as those who clean our footwear with your filthy tongues. You, personally, will in this way pay for your insolence. So it is said, so it will be done.”

Oh, my. Tee is about to backhand the commander. A guard has managed to grab his arm. Now two military guards are holding him back. It must be an act, though. Two men wouldn’t be able to hold him back. It must be an act, like one of those old TV shows, a game of good-cop, bad-cop.

“Let’s try this again,” said Tee.

He then grabbed the commander by his shirt and hauled him up, chair and all, to reposition him near a machine that looks like a fancy encephalogram. A doctor stepped up to place a helmet on the prisoner, with an attached set of goggles. She’s checked a monitor and is nodding to Tee.

I don’t know anything about the machine, but Communal is looking on through my Ivees. He says the device will map the various control regions of the Primer’s brain, probably as a means to amplify the delving process. There shouldn’t be much pain, but I’m not so sure, watching the way the commander is gripping the chair. Bright pulses of light can be seen on the edges of the goggles.

Several... I don’t know... discs, are moving around the outside of the helmet. Communal says those will settle over particular regions of the captive’s brain, and thin probe wires will drill in and set. And it looks like the discs have settled. Tee has donned another helmet and is connecting directly with a thick cable. I’m not sure why a physical interface is being used.

The Prime commander is starting to sweat, and looks... ill.

He sounds... astonished. “You son of a wassel. Stop what you are doing. I demand it! Stop now, or you will die a thousand deaths. Out of my head! Stop. You can-not be allowed to know these things.”

Tee is up, grabbing for the commander’s head even as it snaps hard to the left.

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