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Battle Scars
Title: Battle Scars
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 8th Nerban, 5433
Prompt: Torture
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 777
Summary: PsyCorps Recovered Files: 10th Sesman, 5401: Major Katrin Micah admitted to Medical with multiple wounds and burns, required surgery as a result of Line of Duty injuries.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
8th Nerban, 5433
Subject: Scars
I have said before that Cardinal Flight had spectacularly bad luck in the field. During our session, you asked me how I got the scars on my arm. They aren’t pretty, are they? I forget about them, I’ve had them so long. I suppose they are jarring to people who have not seen them.
We pulled a surveillance mission that just felt wrong from the start, but it was tasked to us, so we had to go and do our best to collect the intel Command wanted because we were good little agents. I was to be the eyes on the ground, following around this L’spi officer to try to find their headquarters on Vartur.
This was when I was much younger, I think I was nineteen. Yeah, I had to be nineteen, it was before I married Marhc. I had some solo field experience under my belt, and I admit I was cocky and brash and didn’t heed the advice of my teammates when it came to preparing for the mission and being aware of my surroundings.
To summarize: I got caught spying.
The L’spi officer I was spying on was not at all happy to find me watching him. I was dragged off to their local base and taken to their interrogation room. Well, I didn’t fail my mission, I found the base! Not the way I planned to, but the end result was a win for Cardinal Flight!
After hitting me with a jolt from one of their weapons, they strapped me to a table which they then stood on end. The zap scrambled my brains and knocked my psionics offline, so I was pretty helpless once I was tied down. Hate that feeling. Really hate that feeling. My interrogator, a very large, yellowish-green scaled fellow, was licking his chops as he walked back and forth, obviously enjoying his job. I suppose I was lucky they didn’t know I was a psionic, or they might have started carving into me right off.
They asked me questions, and I answered with nonsense. When they caught on to the fact that the information I was feeding them was total chorsi shit, they got a little mad and started hitting me. That was... unpleasant. I tried a little back talk to cheer myself up, insulted them in my limited L’spi spitty-slither talk, and got hit some more for my cheek.
Did you know I can speak L’spi? Sssllii ssssllooo hhhhssssiii sssuuuoosss. I would tell you what that meant, but it is classified and I might have to do bad things to you afterwards. I amuse myself, Doctor Ellie.
They escalated the tools they used. I got jabbed with stuff, cut, shocked. None of it pleasant. They might have succeeded in killing me, if my teammates hadn’t caught up with me. Cardinal Flight stormed in and raided the base, shooting up the place. Hideki and Hauck came looking for me and cut me loose.
So, the scars. Well, not too many people know this, but I’ll share.
L’spi blood and saliva are acidic, which you know. It looses potency when it hits the air, but while inside their bodies, it is at levels toxic to Ferians.
As we were making our way out of the interrogation level, we were set upon by a small squad of L’spi soldiers. I was unarmed, but my psionics had started coming back to usable levels. Hideki and Hauck tussled with most of them, but one saw me and came after me. I reacted using psionics. I put a lot of telekinetic energy behind a single punch, aiming for the soldier's throat. I hit a sweet spot between bone and scale and my fist went straight through, momentum carrying my hand up into his throat and to his brain. Disgusting, I know, and unintentional.
He was dead, and went down like a bag of water. He took me with him, my forearm and fist stuck inside his body as he fell. His blood was coating my arm and that’s how I got the burns. The damage might have been worse if it had not been Hauck that had come for me, since he was one of our field medics. He took care of me when I went down. The pain and shock knocked me out and I didn’t come to until we were almost back to Feria.
I am proud of myself for not breaking under torture. But then, I was trained not to, but my training held. It really held, because I didn’t think about making that punch or applying psionics, I just reacted automatically.
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 8th Nerban, 5433
Prompt: Torture
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 777
Summary: PsyCorps Recovered Files: 10th Sesman, 5401: Major Katrin Micah admitted to Medical with multiple wounds and burns, required surgery as a result of Line of Duty injuries.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
8th Nerban, 5433
Subject: Scars
I have said before that Cardinal Flight had spectacularly bad luck in the field. During our session, you asked me how I got the scars on my arm. They aren’t pretty, are they? I forget about them, I’ve had them so long. I suppose they are jarring to people who have not seen them.
We pulled a surveillance mission that just felt wrong from the start, but it was tasked to us, so we had to go and do our best to collect the intel Command wanted because we were good little agents. I was to be the eyes on the ground, following around this L’spi officer to try to find their headquarters on Vartur.
This was when I was much younger, I think I was nineteen. Yeah, I had to be nineteen, it was before I married Marhc. I had some solo field experience under my belt, and I admit I was cocky and brash and didn’t heed the advice of my teammates when it came to preparing for the mission and being aware of my surroundings.
To summarize: I got caught spying.
The L’spi officer I was spying on was not at all happy to find me watching him. I was dragged off to their local base and taken to their interrogation room. Well, I didn’t fail my mission, I found the base! Not the way I planned to, but the end result was a win for Cardinal Flight!
After hitting me with a jolt from one of their weapons, they strapped me to a table which they then stood on end. The zap scrambled my brains and knocked my psionics offline, so I was pretty helpless once I was tied down. Hate that feeling. Really hate that feeling. My interrogator, a very large, yellowish-green scaled fellow, was licking his chops as he walked back and forth, obviously enjoying his job. I suppose I was lucky they didn’t know I was a psionic, or they might have started carving into me right off.
They asked me questions, and I answered with nonsense. When they caught on to the fact that the information I was feeding them was total chorsi shit, they got a little mad and started hitting me. That was... unpleasant. I tried a little back talk to cheer myself up, insulted them in my limited L’spi spitty-slither talk, and got hit some more for my cheek.
Did you know I can speak L’spi? Sssllii ssssllooo hhhhssssiii sssuuuoosss. I would tell you what that meant, but it is classified and I might have to do bad things to you afterwards. I amuse myself, Doctor Ellie.
They escalated the tools they used. I got jabbed with stuff, cut, shocked. None of it pleasant. They might have succeeded in killing me, if my teammates hadn’t caught up with me. Cardinal Flight stormed in and raided the base, shooting up the place. Hideki and Hauck came looking for me and cut me loose.
So, the scars. Well, not too many people know this, but I’ll share.
L’spi blood and saliva are acidic, which you know. It looses potency when it hits the air, but while inside their bodies, it is at levels toxic to Ferians.
As we were making our way out of the interrogation level, we were set upon by a small squad of L’spi soldiers. I was unarmed, but my psionics had started coming back to usable levels. Hideki and Hauck tussled with most of them, but one saw me and came after me. I reacted using psionics. I put a lot of telekinetic energy behind a single punch, aiming for the soldier's throat. I hit a sweet spot between bone and scale and my fist went straight through, momentum carrying my hand up into his throat and to his brain. Disgusting, I know, and unintentional.
He was dead, and went down like a bag of water. He took me with him, my forearm and fist stuck inside his body as he fell. His blood was coating my arm and that’s how I got the burns. The damage might have been worse if it had not been Hauck that had come for me, since he was one of our field medics. He took care of me when I went down. The pain and shock knocked me out and I didn’t come to until we were almost back to Feria.
I am proud of myself for not breaking under torture. But then, I was trained not to, but my training held. It really held, because I didn’t think about making that punch or applying psionics, I just reacted automatically.