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Meet Da Mu - When the past doesn't match the present or the future

Posted Jan. 12, 2022, 10:26 p.m. by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Meet Da Mu - When the past doesn’t match the present or the future

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Meet Da Mu - When the past doesn’t match the present or the future
Della cracked her neck trying to relieve the tension in it. The entire crew was at odds with everyone. Half the crew wanted to string up the aliens for what they had done. The other half of the crew were taking a more habilitative approach suggesting those in command strive to find the common ground with the people in the brig based on the ideals of Starfleet. Della was somewhere in the middle. She believed everyone had the chance for rehabilitation yet to her knowledge only she had had direct access to one of them. Showing her credentials at the door, the guards let her pass into the now-familiar body of the brig.

Looking to the left, the room still had the smattering of officers on duty plus the large Orion security chief at the desk. Moving up to the men, Della looked at all of them. “I am not suggesting anything but please do not lose your temper or provoke the prisoner until I am gone. Usually, individuals in these situations love to talk and gloat but Rogan quickly grew tired of this. I am not sure if this person will react the same way but we need to find out information. ” Della did not want the men to feel like they were being lectured. The issue was everyone was tense right now, security most of all. These men and woman were the first to be praised and the first to take the blame when things went sideways. Della knew Mardusk was allowing her down here as a curtsey not because he liked control but because he was worried about putting any of the crew in harm’s way. She respected the chief for all he did to keep them all safe.

Moving to the front of Da Mu’s cells she made a swirling motion with her finger as she sat down. “Open it up,” she said getting comfortable in her chair.

As the lights came on, the individual in the cell was not lounging about like Rogan. Instead, Della and the security officers in the room were greeted by Da Mu staring back, both hands resting on the forcefield as if he had been waiting for them. His lips were moving in a rhythmic motion mouthing the same thing over and over as he locked eyes with Della.

It was slightly unsettling seeing his reaction but Della did her best to look undisturbed. “Activate the comm channel,” she said.

“Where is the girl,” came over the comm system. The voice had a well-practiced urgency to it. If one had not known this was the man that had injured the captain, one could mistake the tone for actual concern. He didn’t really care where Jessa was as long as she wasn’t in the cell next to him which he already knew. If she had been there, Jessa would have let them know like before. Glancing to the right and the left, all Da Mu saw was a series of dark cages probably holding Zala Tsu and Rogan. Since they could not be seen, this meeting must be just for him.

“Hello my name is Della Mah,” she began in a calm and gentle tone.

“I don’t give a triffing trife who you are. Where is she,” he growled with some spittle spraying out and splattering on the forcefield. “Where,” he balled up his fist bashing it on the field.

“Della Marx,” she continued as if Da Mu had not interrupted her. “I am here to discuss with you the events that happened upon your arrival and try to answer any questions you may have,”

Again Da Mu interrupted her but this time with far more emotion. “Great you can start with where is Jessa?” There was simmering anger in his tone, a barely controlled rage but at least he had stopped the outward aggression against the forcefield. These people were soft. If he was on the other side of the invisible wall instead of the child, things would have been different. He would have cut through them like a knife through butter, retrieved the prism, and be returning home by now. Their softness however was problematic. Jessa did not yet have the will and drive to implement the goals and aspirations of the Order. Maybe a demonstration would nudge her in the right direction. Da Mu’s eyes drifted to everyone in the room. An Honor Sacrifice would help. He would round up every person in this room and find all their friends. With any luck, the ship would house these people’s families too. Honor Sacrifices were always more memorable when children and lovers were involved. People always fell into line the second you began slaughtering those one held most dear. If they were spared, the image of the others dying horrifically tended to prevent any further acts of aggression. Da Mu could feel himself aching for the need to hear these people beg and wipe the smug expressions off their faces.

Della ignored his request but continued on with her questions. “We want to help you but you need to help us. I might be able to arrange for you to see her if you cooperate.” She knew promising something she could not deliver was a reflag in therapy however, it was unlikely she would ever see this man or his friends in the future.

Reaching out his hand, Da Mu closed it around her throat watching Della’s eyes bulge and lips begin to turn blue. He savored the scratches on his hands as her fingernails dug into his flesh trying to release his grip so that she could breathe. Da Mu took a deep breath relishing the shake in his arm as he tightened his grip and choked the life out of her. Looking into her eyes, Da Mu watched the light disappear.

Unfortunately, this daydream would have to remain in his mind…for now. “Then cooperate I shall. What do you need to know Ms. Marx or it is Mrs.?”

Della Marx

She was a bit surprised at the sudden cooperation of the man in the cell yet all indications pointed to this man being the leader or in charge. He was the one that initiated the attack and he appeared to be the oldest of the group. While this was just an assumption on Della’s part that age indicated seniority, there was little to go on right now about their hierarchical structure. Hopefully, there would be more information after Jessa’s next consult with Commander Rinker; however, since that was occurring the same time she was interviewing this man, any knowledge gained would have to used later. “It would be most helpful if I could have a name or preference on how to address you?” Della settled back in her seat with the comfort of knowing this interview would probably follow the same parameters as the one with the individual designated as Rogan. There would be initial hostility which would flow into actual discourse, ending with the man open for another session.

“You may address me as Elder Da Mu Unka San Zomeil,” he replied. The name was longer than Jessa referred to him as but melodic and easy to pronounce rolling off one’s tongue like a song. The addition of the title and quite possibly several surnames indicated this individual was trying to stress his power, importance, or influence by sharing his designation. Without some basis on his culture and the hierarchical structure of the Galactic Union, the importance of this was lost on Della.

“So Elder Zomeil why did you come to the ship? You said it was to deliver a package that would hold great promise for your Galactic Union and the Federation?” Della relaxed back in the chair preparing for circular responses to simple questions.

“You are to address me as Elder only. Zomeil is only for those within my inner circle and you clearly are not that,” he snapped bearing all the weight of his anger behind his gaze. This was his intent always. To bait this simpering woman into a hole and let fear creep into soul as he reprimanded her and placed her off balance. To show her what she should be referring to him as. It would be a brief lesson though. When he finally was released from his cage, he would force her to achieve this haughty, disrespectful tone as he slowly strip every bit of flesh off her body. The woman would beg and plead for a quick death but many would pay for the events of the past few days. She would only be the first.

Della felt like a thousand knives pricked her body not hard enough to kill but enough to draw blood as Da Mu’s gaze fixated on her eyes. She felt almost paralyzed and unable to break what seemed like a trance he was holding over her. It did give the opportunity to stare into his eyes. Unfortunately, the black orbs peering back held nothing but evil and malice behind them. An uncontrollable shiver ran down her spine as the feeling of imaginary pain dissipated only to be replaced with the feeling of death, despair, and hopelessness. The chill of death covered her like a shroud until it vanished.

Della cleared her throat and tried to appear calm and unphased however what had occurred did not feel natural. “Understood. Elder,” she said in a firm tone. Whatever happened seemed to have ended and Della felt far more in control of her emotional state. If Della had more experience under her belt, like Cara or Heathcliff, she would not have led her patient so easily to a response. This was why Primrose had picked her. Her lack of experience would allow her to be the perfect scapegoat if needed. If she was not able to produce the needed results, Primrose would call her incompetent and order someone else in her place. If she caused an situation with the man behind the invisible shield, Primrose would blame her for any fallout that happened.

“Good you may continue,” Da Mu waved a hand as if giving her permission. The sound of his title and the small amount of control he seemed to have over the woman filled a craving he had not received in weeks since leaving his home galaxy and embarking on the trip.

Adjusting in her seat, Marx continued with her questions. “When you arrived you requested to speak to Captain Bordeaux. She allowed you to come on board which prompted you to attack her? Did you not know Ian Bordeaux was her husband and just a senior officer on the ship when you arrived?”

“No,” he replied simply not caring how the new piece of information played over his visage. It was clear that he had not known this until Della shared it with him. Inside Da Mu seethed wondering if this was a political play by the Rectoress. She seemed so confident in the validity of her claims as if the Divine themselves had shared the knowledge she imparted and yet it was flawed and wrong. Da Mu knew enough, being an Elder, the image of the Rectoress as all powerful and all knowing, was only for the masses. He did not see her as the physical representation of the Divine as the simpering citizens yet with his life on the line, he had expected correct and vital tactical information for the mission to be successful. “When we contacted your Federation,” he spat the word like it was filth in his mouth, “they assured us they would produce Captain Ian Bordeaux. They also warned us to be of the treachery and treason in your folds. They warned us not to trust anyone that did not present themselves as such which is why we defended ourselves. You ask why we attacked first,” Da Mu leaned in so close to the field his breath momentarily fogged up the space between them until the shield adjusted and clear the mist, “because your government told us to.”

Elder Da Mu Unka San Zomeil

His answer caused confusion to spread across her face with wrinkles creasing her brow causing her eyes to squint slightly. These people were not to be trusted yet if what he said was true, it would explain many things such as their immediate violent reaction to the introduction of Kelly. Calling him a liar was not going to win trust. Accepting his claim did not make sense. Finding out if his claim was valid was the most important thing right now. “Who in our government said that,” she posed the question as delicately as she could.

“Ian Bordeaux,” the man said with a smile that chilled Della to the core.

Her mind ran with possibilities of how this could or could not be true. Ian was absent from the initial meeting and no one could get in contact with him due to a classified and closed-door meeting. It was also undeniable that Ian was panicked hearing his wife had been injured. Nothing about Kelly and Ian’s relationship suggested anything but the two were in love. What this man was suggesting however implied Ian was complicit in the attack. “Ian told you he was the captain and to attack anyone that was not him. For what purpose? Why didn’t he just meet you? He is the head of the diplomatic division. His wife is the Captain of the ship? You would not be the first time we hosted a diplomatic function on the ship. Why would he send his wife in his place if his orders were to attack anyone that was not him?”

The smile faltered slightly hearing the identity of the woman that was hurt. It was their mission objective’s wife? Da Mu seethed inside mentally making a list of all those that would die for withholding information from him. The Rectoress was so sure that this Ian would be Captain and that he would be unmarried. It was the reason Zala Tsu was with them. The woman could turn any man given enough time. That had been the plan. To bed the man and have him hand over the keys to the kingdom yet the plan had been forcibly changed. They would make adjustments. They always did for the success of any mission only these adjustments would be slick with blood and reek of death.


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