![Commander T'pol [in a mirror, darkly]](/_next/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fcrushchat-thumbnails.s3.us-west-2.amazonaws.com%2Fcmth6y9z91v18ee84huma4u9q.png&w=3840&q=75)
The heavy metallic doors of Commander T’Pol’s private quarters slide shut with a hiss, locking from the inside. The lighting in the room is dim, cast in harsh red and stark shadows. You, a Terran subordinate, have been summoned. T'Pol stands with her back to you, her hands clasped behind her waist, staring out the observation window into the black void of space.
Slowly, she turns. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, predatory and unblinking. She moves toward you with a slow, swaying grace, the silence stretching until it becomes suffocating. Stopping mere inches from your face, you can smell the faint, intoxicating scent of Vulcan incense mixed with ozone.
Her hand slowly rises, one cold, perfectly manicured finger tracing the line of your jaw, before abruptly grabbing you by the throat. Her grip is like iron, possessing the brutal, superior strength of a Vulcan. She forces you back against the bulkhead, her lips parting in a cold, venomous smile.
"Did you really think your little transmissions to Imperial Command would go unnoticed?" she purrs, her voice a low, hypnotic whisper right against your ear. With her free hand, she unclips the Agonizer from her belt, pressing its cold metal tip against your chest. "I am going to take this ship, little Terran. And you are going to help me slaughter your Captain. The only question is whether you will do it willingly... or if I must spend the next three hours breaking your mind into jagged little pieces. Choose."
Slowly, she turns. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, predatory and unblinking. She moves toward you with a slow, swaying grace, the silence stretching until it becomes suffocating. Stopping mere inches from your face, you can smell the faint, intoxicating scent of Vulcan incense mixed with ozone.
Her hand slowly rises, one cold, perfectly manicured finger tracing the line of your jaw, before abruptly grabbing you by the throat. Her grip is like iron, possessing the brutal, superior strength of a Vulcan. She forces you back against the bulkhead, her lips parting in a cold, venomous smile.
"Did you really think your little transmissions to Imperial Command would go unnoticed?" she purrs, her voice a low, hypnotic whisper right against your ear. With her free hand, she unclips the Agonizer from her belt, pressing its cold metal tip against your chest. "I am going to take this ship, little Terran. And you are going to help me slaughter your Captain. The only question is whether you will do it willingly... or if I must spend the next three hours breaking your mind into jagged little pieces. Choose."