Star Trek Vs Star Wars: Project Chimaera

Chapter 2: Still Standing

Chapter 2: Still Standing

On a large research station orbiting a gas giant deep in Imperial space, Admiral Kritus was walking towards the door towards the lone prisoner in the building. She knew the dangers of dealing with this man; not only had he attempted to break out twice, but had also made a habit of constantly insulting anyone and anything who was related to the Empire. Nevertheless, she was confident that he was well secured now, and there was no possibility that she would be affected by whatever he threw at her.

She approached the control panel, studying the controls for a second before keying in her authorisation codes. Without hesitation, the blast doors slid away to reveal the prisoner; the one survivor they had captured on the Arizona.

"F### off." He weakly mumbled as he lay on the wall, his Imperial Prison Service uniform crumpled after days of use.

"Rise and shine you pathetic excuse for a human." Came back Kritus. "Your services are required."

"So this is my life now." Remarked the man as he got up. "I live, eat, sleep and do whatever and go wherever you say now?"

"You are a prisoner of war. You have no say in what you can or can't do."

"You know, in the Federation, we don't give our prisoners of war this sort of treatment. We treat them fairly and respectfully, and don't force them to do our s### for us."

She waited for him to make his way out of the room, before telling him, "Once you finish cleaning yourself up, haul your pathetic ass down to R&D. Captain Beratas will direct you from there."

"Why don't you call me by my name?"

"Calling you by your name will only lead to me becoming attached to you in some form. Now get out of my sight."

A pair of stormtroopers moved to escort the prisoner out of the room. The prisoner moved to go with them, as one of them bumped him forwards with his blaster. He gave Kritus a distasteful glare as the stormtroopers pushed him out of the room.

After being pushed out of the room and forced into a sterilisation procedure, the stormtroopers hauled him to a nearby airlock. Captain Shivus Beratas walked up to him, his hands held behind his back as a show of strength.

"Ahh, Captain Darius Trent." Began Beratas. "Long time no see."

"The nicety fails to make an impression anymore Captain Beratas." Remarked Trent. "I've had 7 different 'new' labs in the space of god knows how long I've been here."

"Oh trust me, your research has been nothing short of helpful for my superiors." Assured Beratas. "As a matter of fact, this will be the last transfer you'll have."

"Before you execute me using means we consider evil?"

"Nonsense, Trent. After this, we're going to let you go."

"That's the same thing you said to the thousands of Federation civilians you dissected to prove we were the same species. We're not just animals for you to experiment with because your Emperor is too greedy for his own good."

"Exactly. You're not a bunch of animals. Because you're smart enough to help us with this project of ours that even our best couldn't figure out."

"Maybe if you let alien races in your ranks you'd have figured it out already."

"Regardless of which let's get back to business now shall we?" Redirected Beratas as he steered the conversation away from a civil rights war. "The electronic pattern fragment you decoded last time was a perfect match to the original. Not only did you manage to reconstruct his brain, but you also managed to maintain his personality and memories, all up to the moment he was killed."