Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 7:53:13 GMT -8
The bowl clattered to the floor, sent there by the hand of a woman whose eyes blazed with anger. Oatmeal spattered the wall and her bare feet, but she didn't care. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. A security officer outside the room shook his head and peered through the window, though he remained silent. He had better things to do than to guard this woman, this...Klingon. Kinin silently regarded the spoon in her hand, but she knew from experience that it was made of a material that could not be formed into a weapon, nor could it be used for hegh'bat. The guard stepped aside as an older man in a white coat approached.
"Still not eating?"
"No, Sir," the guard replied.
"Help me, then."
The guard nodded. They had been through this before.
As the two men entered, Kinin took on a defensive stance, which would have looked comical had she not been a Klingon.
"Karja..." The doctor raised his hands. "We've been over this. You know what we'll have to do if you continue to refuse."
Her shoulders slumped and she sat back down on the bed that was too soft after months of living on a Klingon ship. "We are all just biding our time," she said bitterly.
"We can help you," he tried to reason with her. "You just need to talk when they come again."
She let out a sarcastic laugh. "Words have never helped me and Starfleet will always believe what they want to believe." She glanced to the side, out the small window which was too narrow to prevent escape. "Especially now."
"Well, why should they? You-" He was stopped by the raised hand of the doctor.
Kinin stood and padded over to the officer. "Do not speak about that which you do not know," she said.
"Everyone calm down," the doctor replied. "This gets us nowhere." He turned to Kinin. "You will eat or we will have to insert that tube again and feed you. You know that."
"Why should I care," Kinin snapped. "I have destroyed all that I-" She halted, her fist clenching and releasing as she tried to put a stop to the words.
"You have a very good reason." The doctor gestured toward her midsection.
"And, when the child is born, what of me, then?"
The security guard shrugged, ambivalent on that aspect of her care.
She stared long and hard at the armed man who had no idea the amount of control that was keeping her from killing him. It would be so easy and quick. She was a pawn in this game, but it didn't mean she was powerless. Even a pawn could take down a king if he wasn't paying attention.
Tag, oh, anyone, or no one
"Still not eating?"
"No, Sir," the guard replied.
"Help me, then."
The guard nodded. They had been through this before.
As the two men entered, Kinin took on a defensive stance, which would have looked comical had she not been a Klingon.
"Karja..." The doctor raised his hands. "We've been over this. You know what we'll have to do if you continue to refuse."
Her shoulders slumped and she sat back down on the bed that was too soft after months of living on a Klingon ship. "We are all just biding our time," she said bitterly.
"We can help you," he tried to reason with her. "You just need to talk when they come again."
She let out a sarcastic laugh. "Words have never helped me and Starfleet will always believe what they want to believe." She glanced to the side, out the small window which was too narrow to prevent escape. "Especially now."
"Well, why should they? You-" He was stopped by the raised hand of the doctor.
Kinin stood and padded over to the officer. "Do not speak about that which you do not know," she said.
"Everyone calm down," the doctor replied. "This gets us nowhere." He turned to Kinin. "You will eat or we will have to insert that tube again and feed you. You know that."
"Why should I care," Kinin snapped. "I have destroyed all that I-" She halted, her fist clenching and releasing as she tried to put a stop to the words.
"You have a very good reason." The doctor gestured toward her midsection.
"And, when the child is born, what of me, then?"
The security guard shrugged, ambivalent on that aspect of her care.
She stared long and hard at the armed man who had no idea the amount of control that was keeping her from killing him. It would be so easy and quick. She was a pawn in this game, but it didn't mean she was powerless. Even a pawn could take down a king if he wasn't paying attention.
Tag, oh, anyone, or no one