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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor do I own Star Trek, nor any of the characters from either of them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The USS Endeavour’s brig was located right in the centre of the vessel, in a high security zone on Deck Fifteen. Under normal circumstances it was one of the ship’s quieter areas. Only rarely were the cells occupied, serving as temporary home to the occasional drunk and disorderly crewman. Today was different. Today the brig held two prisoners, both of them accused of some very serious crimes.
While Krang had been questioning the suspects, Lieutenant Griffiths and Special agent Zhiva had spoken with various witnesses, the most useful of whom had turned out to be the holographic bartender. Even so, they had learned little that they did not already know or that was actually helpful. Several crewmembers had testified that Philippe Goyard had indeed left Ten Forward some time before the sabotage attack.    Bart however, had insisted that Goyard had seemed genuinely alarmed and upset by the wild talk. Price on the other hand had seemed to encourage it.   Yet Price had been in the lounge all evening – or at least, Krang surmised, as he reviewed the reports he had been given, no-one had seen him leave.
The Klingon growled as he considered his initial meeting with Goyard. The evidence against the Frenchman was damning. Goyard was a skilled engineer. He had both the technical knowledge and the security clearance to re-programme the ship’s computers. He’d also had ample opportunity to carry out the sabotage, having left Ten Forward a little over an hour before the attack and there was no-one who could verify his whereabouts during that critical period of time. The only thing missing was motive.
Jonathan Price on the other hand, and Krang’s growl deepened at the thought of him, was if the evidence was to be believed, innocent. Krang did not trust that yet he could not honestly say why. He had no reason to disbelieve the other man but all his instincts and his years of experience as an Intelligence officer, told him that Price was guilty of the charges against him.
Checking through his kit one final time, Krang gave a nod of satisfaction. He had everything he needed for the interrogation. Price was a difficult subject, he was not going to be easy to break - at least, not using approved Federation techniques.   The Klingon had told no one what he planned. It was essential that reactions be genuine when he revealed his hand. He could only hope that he would still have an assistant at the end of this. What he was going to do was necessary, but it would, he suspected, upset N'Sal badly.
He sighed at the thought. At best he would have some serious apologising to do.... at worst, Mackenzie would be livid. At the thought of the Terran admiral who commanded Starbase 24, he almost changed his mind. James Mackenzie was both his adopted brother and his superior officer. He did not like the idea of disappointing him. Still if his plan worked, and he was almost certain it would, the Admiral would be far from disappointed. With that optimistic thought, he slammed the briefcase shut and stood up.
When he reached the interrogation room, Price was already there and N'Sal leaned silently against the wall, glaring at him. He offered her a nod of greeting. "Are you ready?"
"Of course"
Placing the case on the table he opened it and retrieved a padd, setting it to record the session. Giving Price a menacing stare, he growled "Jonathan Price. You will tell me of your involvement in the shuttle bay incident"
"I already told you, I wasn't involved!"
"I do not believe you" Krang said, leaning forward and crowding the prisoner. "You are aware of course that the Klingon and Romulan empires have outstanding warrants for your arrest. Tell me why I should not simply turn you over to them to face justice?"
"The Federation doesn't have extradition treaties with those two governments." Price spoke confidently but his eyes were just slightly wary.
"You would not be the first traitor to be handed over" Krang warned him. "I believe the Yautja have also demanded your extradition. You can talk to me or you can talk to their arbitrators"
"You have no evidence!"
"No, I do not" Krang admitted. "And with that lack of evidence I have no clear reason to allow the Federation to hold you. Hence, the outstanding warrants must be honoured."
"Either of the two empires will have to apply directly to the Federation Council and that will take time"
The Klingon bit back a sigh. He had not really expected the prisoner to break so easily. He had obviously been well trained and that in itself was suspicious. It was time to try harsher methods. He glanced at N'Sal, ostensibly seeking her input but in reality, checking he had her attention as he prepared for the next step. Her reactions were   vital to the success of his ply. The Romulan had her eyes on both of them, watching carefully "N'Sal? Do you wish to add anything?"
"I am sure you will be very cocky and certain of yourself by the end of this Mr Price"
Somewhat uncertainly, the prisoner turned in his chair to face her. His attention focussed solely on his Klingon tormentor, he had almost forgotten the presence of the red headed Romulan woman.
Her eyes narrowed, seeming to stare straight through his head. He quailed under the intensity of that stare as her piercing blue eyes seemed to drill into his soul. No, he told himself, Romulans were NOT telepaths. He had nothing to fear from her.
"I can see the guilt in your heart" she told him.
Fear and doubt flickered momentarily in his eyes. "I have done nothing wrong" he insisted again.
"We shall see" Krang decided, lifting his briefcase onto the table and snapping it open. Rummaging through the padds, he pulled out a small device and set it on the table where it could be clearly seen. Roughly triangular in shape, it was easily recognisable, even to a lay person, as a Klingon agoniser.
Price shifted uneasily.
"Let it be known for the record" Krang said, "that I am acting now in the capacity of a Security Captain of Klingon Imperial Intelligence"
"You can't use that! You're on a Federation ship! I'm a Federation Citizen!" Price all but yelped.
“It is not strictly legal" Krang conceded "but then, nor is sabotaging the ship's computers and killing several crew members"
"I did nothing!"
Krang made no reply. Instead he retrieved a second device, larger this time, from his case and placed it on the table next to the first one.  For less than a heartbeat there was silence then the sound of breath strangling in the throat came from behind the Security Captain. For now he ignored her. "Tell me Price" he growled, "Do you know what this is?"
"You… you can't..." the Romulan's voice was barely a squeak. With a confused frown, the prisoner shook his head then looked up in bemusement, still not understanding the significance of the item on the table.
"She knows what it is" Krang said, gesturing towards N'Sal. "Why don't you ask her?"
"No.... for the love of all that is Sacred... please... " He could sense her shaking.
Offering the Romulan a mental apology, he turned towards her. "Tell him, N'Sal. Tell him what this will do to him"
Her face was as white as ice and she moaned softly, shaking her head, but Krang's glare was relentless. "It's a mindsifter" N'Sal whispered finally, avoiding both their eyes.
Price blanched, his face turning almost as white as N'Sal's. He had heard of that dreaded device, although never in his wildest nightmares had he expected to see one.
"Excellent. I will not have to waste time explaining further. I see you understand." The Klingon picked it up. Touching an unseen control, he activated the device and it came alive in his hand, lighting up and emitting a soft whirring sound. "It’s calibrated to Klingon physiology" he said conversationally, "The Terran brain is less protected, there may be some permanent damage done, but with long term therapy..."
Price looked panicked and made a fruitless attempt to push away from the table. There was nowhere for him to go. The big Klingon grabbed his arm and twisting it ruthlessly, forced him to sit down again. With his free hand, Krang grasped the mind sifter. As he prepared to position it, the coded lock on the interrogation room door let out a beep indicating the wrong code had been input in an attempt to unlock the door. His assistant's hands were shaking so much that she could not hit the right keys and were tensed up as if she would claw her way out through the bulkhead if she had to. Her terror transmitted itself to the prisoner and he began to panic.
There would be trouble later, but Krang knew he could not let up the masquerade now. He growled in apparent anger and released the door. His frightened aide all but fell through the gap in her haste to escape mere seconds before Price started to scream for mercy.
Relentlessly he turned his attention on his prisoner "Well?" he demanded, "Will you talk now, or must I destroy your mind?"
"Please..... please...." he begged. "I'll tell you.... only put it away"
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