They were escorted to the bridge; two centurions took positions at the base of the command deck as the Prime stepped forward. She stared down upon them with a grin upon her lips even as they stared back with utter hatred in their eyes. The doctor sat silently behind the Prime, her head lowered in shame and regret. She knew well that there was no refusing the commands of the Prime without dire consequences. She despised what she had been ordered to do. She knew there was no getting around it; refusing or resisting would of have brought down a final and fatal action upon them, and then the Prime would simply find someone else to suit her plans. "I will fight you with every ounce of will that I have!" The man stared up angrily. "Interesting." The Prime fully smiled in amusement. "That would be interesting to see." She sighed softly. "You no longer have a will with which to resist me. That implant the good Doctor placed within your neck is linked to your brain stem." She giggled lightly. "You are now mine."