The room was dark, the area was not clean, and she lay on the ground. Having already endured the waves of friendly chatter with the Romulans, Sazra rolled onto her back, taking a few deep breaths as she could feel her ribs being brushed by the amount of violence used against her. She could hear the buzzing sound of a force field ringing in her ears. Sazra placed her hand over her eyes to stop the direct light on her from reaching her sensitive eyes.

The door slides open as three men enter the area. Two men stand at the door while the third grabs a chair and turns it around, placing it backward in front of the brig and sitting down facing the brig while leaning on the back of the chair. “Commander Praugol, I do apologize for our hospitality being so harsh for you,” The man said with a grin.

Sazra didn’t respond immediately to him, “If this is your way of welcoming me to your ship, I give you a one-star rating for sure” She growls at the pain in her body.

Nodding to that, “Duly noted my dear Captain, but I do not have the luxury to play nice with you Starfleet Captains. You see, I require the coordinates you acquired and left in your head rather than in the console of that outpost” He puts his finger at his head. “We require that coordinates, and it seems you are not very cooperative in giving us those numbers. Why is that?” 

She pointed in the air. “It is nice to introduce yourself to a lady rather than to directly ask her to do something,” She pointed out as Sazra placed her hand back on her head, feeling the light burning into her vision, giving her that nasty headache.

“Commander Moldohk of the Broken Wings, you are a guest on my cruise line, the U’ras. We are en route towards IRF space to our base of operations. I would advise you to give what we require or face more of our hospitality, Captain Praugol” He was not amused with the whole situation but didn’t mind making a mockery out of it. “If you give the information to us, we will bring you back to the borders without harming you any further” 

She laughs and coughs a bit. “Of course, right, like the Romulans have a wealthy history turning over Starfleet Officers to the Federation without a body bag” Sazra finally gave the man a look. “You state your business at that base. I state my intention with what I know” 

Moldohk narrows his eyes. “I do not need to indulge you of my intentions at that base, but for your good, Captain, you give that number” He stands up. “Because I will get what I want” He walks to the door. “Get her ready for another round. Our dear Captain wants to taste our free service” The two men walk to the brig to pick her up.