Warning intense Torture and Graphic imagry: The White Guard

In a waiting room, one of the Keltaken scientists returned to the Inquisition Guardsman. He said evenly, “Kalizara. The results are in. They have proven interesting. The most interesting is that the creature is capable of altering its form. We noticed this after breaking his bones. We accelerated the healing to break them again. When we did this enough times, their composition began to harden and change. When we tried removing them from the sockets by raw pulling force, he changed the nature of the sockets to make them stronger, so we had to apply more force. ”


“Did you remove it?” he asked suddenly looking straight at the scientist.


“Remove it?”


“Did you remove the arm of the subject Doctor?” he said again the anger in his tone slowly rising.


“Ah. Yes. It took some time, but once we slashed it with a plasma saw he seemed unable to regrow it.”


“Very good, they seem to have acquired no ability to regrow matter after it has been severed what about the arm can it still change its shape even without a host controlling it?” The Kalizara asked curiously.


“No. The arm has remained as it was. But the creature closed the stump very quickly.” The scientist then added, “As for its resistance, it has been either bred or trained to resist a very high level of physical punishment. He is particularly tough against plasma, and I expect it has something to do with his very high body temperature. Higher than ours, in an interesting way. 118 degrees Fahrenheit. It was weak against cryonic weaponry, and while it seemed less susceptible to laser than cryonic weaponry, our use of lasers against it drove its anger higher than anything else we used. I think something became infected though, because now he’s feverish. 127 degrees. Or at least it may be feverish for this thing.”


“Is there any way to show where it’s species originated from our friends in the confederacy would love to get to test out some cryo-weapons on this thing.”

Inside the lab, Adriaan grew livid at the mention of the Confederacy, and enlarged his body a bit, making himself more muscular. But he only managed to shake the table a bit and draw the restraints tighter against himself.


He then fell back on the table and lost consciousness, weakened by the torture. The guardsman shocked the Dodspoke back into consciousness with an electrical remote, and said, “Now we are getting somewhere, you know about the Confederacy that narrows our search no one has had contact with them since before the first Intergalactic war which puts you in Triangulum. The dots are slowly coming together, you know the sooner you decided to tell us some useful information the sooner you can go back to a peaceful nap demon”


Hearing most of the inquiry, the Dodspoke sat up briefly as he returned to true form and said nothing, staring determinedly into the eyes of the guardsman.


The Kalizara smiled and said, “Very good. You’re still putting up a fight. For a moment, I thought you had already folded. But no. You’re still holding back, and I get to enjoy breaking you, one question at a time.”


The Dodspoke laughed and said, “Then begin. My defences are strong.”


Then it began. The table was moved to a different room, this one with an inversion device and a small circular depression. Outside, the Dodspoke began to sweat slightly. Surely they wouldn’t try what he feared they would. The table was locked into place, and he heard liquid moving just beneath his feet.


“I suspect your race needs water, creature. But there is always too much of a good thing, as you will soon see.” With that, the table turned upside down, and the Dodspoke was plunged into a tank of freezing water. Shocked by the suddenness of the water, as well as its frigid temperatures, the Delieggen screamed quietly beneath the waves as he struggled against the table. As he did so, more of the water rushed into his lungs, freezing him from the inside out. And suddenly, the table was raised.

“We are done going soft on you Demon lets see which it takes for you to die from first” he said trying to psyche the alien into thinking he was really ready to kill him as suddenly 4 of the guards stepped forward with 12 inch metal clevers taking chunks off the side of the demons body seeing how much they could make the damn thing bleed. “We are done playing games damn it” the captain said getting his own punch in.


As he was plunged back into the water, Adriaan focused on where the pain in his body was. He was caught off guard again, this time by the sudden change of demeanour in the Inquisition members. But he was determined not to talk. Not out of any loyalty to the Ascendancy, he just didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. He reformed the chunks of flesh cut away, and wondered what else the Keltakens had.


“Pull the piece of Jorak up” the captain growled angrily.


The Dodspoke gasped another breath as the table hurtled into the air.


“I bet you’ll fry nice and good like this wondering what your species will taste like.” he said cutting off a fresh piece of meat from the creature and removing his helmet, underneath was a dark scaled Keltaken black as the night his teeth sharped more into weapons then for eating. With a sadistic grin the captain lifted the meat up to his lips swallowing the raw flesh. “Mmm...you know my species has been looking for a new food source since we hunted the last one to extinction...im sure your kind would make a delicacy”


“Wait,” the commando said evenly, feeling concern for the first time. “However much you enjoy my flesh, you cant eat me just yet. I haven’t had a chance to tell you about my species. You might ask a question or two.”


“Im done asking questions either you cooperate or i will strip every inch of flesh from your body and leave you a live to watch while my children feast upon it!” The captain had obviously lost his patients.


Adriaan considered what the Guardsman was saying, and also his situation. Obviously the captain would indeed murder him, regardless of any consequences. And why would remain silent? No one on Karlaazen would give a damn if he broke. Under the circumstances, they would all do the same. If he just remained silent, to death, the truth would die with him. But he didn’t want to die quite like this. So he said, “Alright then. I can see you’re serious. Get someone to record all of this.”


The captain smiled and sent in the doctors to fix the wounds of the captive, “Record everything and when he is done harvest everything we will study the remains and see if we can’t use his DNA to fuel the next evolution of the Keltaken race, the cardinals will be pleased.”