Message to the Human Fleet

"Kree, Tau'ri. You possess a map from over 140 years ago... A star map, given by a Triarii named Lucinius. I want that map. Though outdated now, it contains something of a economic interest. Give it to me, and you will have your planet. Kel chula a lazla?" Sekhmet said with a small smile

Collective

Conditioned Cell, Facility Nova Prospekt

Ara sat in the metal cell, cold on the dull floor, staring blankly at the wall... The Prison door opened and the young Queen glanced up to it as a Triarian in an envirosuit came through it. It closed and locked behind him and she turned away and moved into a fetal position to guard from him instinctively, but it was no use and she hovered up into the air and spun around, yelping in fear as the unseen forces forced her into a standing upright position. The Triarian took a few steps forwards and she did all in her power to struggle against the invisible force holding her. The Triarian's eyes intensified... and suddenly she could feel it inside her head, tearing through her memories, uncovering her secrets and tearing them from her mind so that the Collective might use them. Nothing stayed private, no matter what she tried the unstoppable force pulled her memories out. [i] No more secrets, no more lies [/i] She heard a voice say in her head, and let out a screech
"Please no... no..." She begged, but she could hear the voice again [i] Your thoughts are mine now. To make and destroy at a whim... [/i] "No..." [i] My [b] command[/b] is your [b]wish[/b] [/i] "I'm sorry..." She whispered as her mind was violated and torn apart by the systematic extractions of any useful information.