"Captain T'dran, to usse a Borg cliché, ressisstence is futile," Commander Sskerath warned. He chuckled as we paced around the Vulcan, who was tied to a chair that housed an ominous looking machine.
"I believe it is your efforts which are futile, I have been trained to resist interrogation. Also, I am Vulcan. Any attempt at removing the knowledge you seek from my mind will fail," the Vulcan retorted. Sskerath continued to pace around the chair slowly, with both hands clasped behind his back.
He then said, "If one attackss a Vulcan'ss sself ssensse of sself presservation, they are doomed to fail. However, If one attackss a Vulcan'ss ssensse of sself control...That iss an entirely different matter". Captain T'dran's brow raised almost imperceptibly. Sskerath's foot falls clicked out a steady rhythm on the deck as he paced his slow circle. His foot claws responsible for most of the noise. He continued, "I'm sure you've noticed that you sseat iss no normal chair. It iss a device, one capable of destroying your emotional ssupresion centers. I cannot take the credit for it'ss inention, it iss actually of an ancient Andorian dessign". Sskerath hissed low and slowly. The Vulcan was quiet now. "Anger, fear, ssadness, hyssteria, you will experience tham all. After which, I will let you die".
"I...I will tell you what you want to know," the Vulcan Captain relented. Apparently he recognized the device that Sskerath referenced.
"I know you will, but not before I've run my experiment," Sskerath quipped. He nodded to a technician and the machine was dialed up to full power. The Vulcan's screams could be heard throughout the ship.
A few hours later, Sskerath was seated at his terminal in the war room. His eyes reading over the reports of Captain T'dran's numerous confessions. Halfway through the report his eyes widened suddenly.