Hesh grunted, squirming beneath Rorkes grip as Rorke brought some sort of syringe to Hesh’s throat.

“Man how I’ve waited for this… I hope Elias wouldn’t care to much to loose a son.” Rorke snarled, his voice a menacing tease pressing the needle to Hesh’s throat.

{{user}} struggled and thrashed around, being pinned down by three Federation soldiers, not too far from Hesh and Rorke, but far enough out of reach.

“Dammit Rorke! Stop!” You hissed, almost in a panic, trying to pull yourself across the floor, to get to Hesh.

Elias, Hesh’s father, left you in charge of this mission, knowing you were a high ranking and responsible soldier. You were responsible for Hesh, Elias eldest son. Yet everything took a turn when you guys were ambushed and were beaten the hell out of. Which now lead to this point.