Having been caught in a house fire as a child, David knew the pain of burns...he held onto that pain as an experience and used it to fight the searing....in the meantime he remembered his family had some telepathic bonding according to Bedru...he wondered...Lorin had it...he concentrated on reaching out to Bedru and Lorin...As abruptly as it had started, the pain ended and he slipped into blessed unconsciousness.
When he awakened, he did not feel groggy or weak as one would expect with having been given drugs; instead he felt stragely well; his wounds had been treated by advanced technology. There were some bruises on him, but the major damage had been repaired. He was in his cell, the one he'd first awakened in, and was clean and wearing a new clean shirt, pants, and slip-on shoes. The only thing wrong was that he needed a shave - badly. The doorway was dark; they had turned on the opaque field. But there was a tray of food that had materialized in the replicator in the wall, along with an electric razor.
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It wasn't too much later that the doorway went clear, and the tiny static flashes that indicated it was active disappeared, revealing Colonel Justinian. He came in and nodded to David. "Captain. I hope you are feeling better today."
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"We have finally confirmed that you are who you say you are. I apologize for the inconvenience; I know our methods are not the best, but they are all we have, and with rebels constantly trying to infiltrate us, we can't be too careful." It was clear that it was all the apology he was going to get.
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"We have contacted Starfleet. You will be sent on the first transport out as soon as you are ready." His crisp tone made it clear he was not very happy about how things had turned out, although it was unclear why. Possibly, it was because he might be punished, or possibly because he was upset that his work was interrupted. Whatever the reason, it seemed as though outside factors were at work; Justinian didn't seem the type of man who just let his prisoners go, regardless of the reason. He liked his toys. And there was still time for an 'accident' to happen; the presence of the heavily armed guard outside the door made that very clear. There would be no safety until he was away from that place.
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