Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 11:27:51 GMT -8
Kinin sat at a console, alone in a room that she was sure served, until her arrival, as a Brig on the Klingon vessel. Now, it contained a single console and a chair. The rest of the room was bare and she had spent the night sleeping on the floor.
Her slim fingers input course corrections as needed and the data was scrutinized by bridge officers before the change was made by the helm. She was careful not to give any more than was necessary, knowing that, despite assurances given to the Talon, her life depended on the information she kept locked away in her head. So far, they had gone along with her only giving them bits and pieces of the journey, but it would be extremely easy for them to tire of it all and extract what they wanted with the device others had used on Robin. Already, they had shown that their word to Monroe was not black and white; the blood in her hair proved it.
The door opened and she looked up just in time to intercept a bottle of water thrown her way. Catching it, she transferred it into her other hand with enough seconds remaining to catch another object that was intended to impact her cranium. The door closed and she was once again alone. She squinted at the object in her hand before she recognized it as an apple. They had been feeding her human food since she had been transferred to the ship, a subtle jibe at her loyalties.
Changes to the course made, she got up gingerly and limped over to a corner where she arranged herself on the floor, cross-legged, her back against the wall. Her teeth bit into the apple, and a trail of juice ran down her chin. Wiping it away, she chewed as she looked at the snowy white flesh of the fruit. The red skin and white flesh reminded her unexpectedly of Robin and she closed her eyes, balancing the apple on one knee. She had hurt him yet again, this time unintentionally. Monroe was right, of course, not to tell him until she was gone, but she knew how he would have felt to see the Klingon vessel decloak and then discover she was the cargo they had come to receive. He would not understand and she hoped he still had his commission. As hot as his blood could run, it was doubtful.
An alert sounded and she jumped to her feet, the apple rolling across the room, picking up debris from past prisoners. Hurrying to the console, she noted that the vessel had halted and the cloaking device had activated. There were other ships marked on the display. Tapping on one of them, she was surprised to see an Etimonian signature. "No no," Kinin muttered as she watched in horror, expecting the Klingons to open fire on the Federation allies. Instead, the ship simply remained at full stop as the other vessels continued on their journey. Kinin let out a breath when the cloaking device was deactivated. Why were the Etimonians on the move?
Minutes later, the alert halted and Kinin looked around the room for the apple. Not caring what now coated it, she picked it up and devoured it before throwing the core at the closed door.
Her slim fingers input course corrections as needed and the data was scrutinized by bridge officers before the change was made by the helm. She was careful not to give any more than was necessary, knowing that, despite assurances given to the Talon, her life depended on the information she kept locked away in her head. So far, they had gone along with her only giving them bits and pieces of the journey, but it would be extremely easy for them to tire of it all and extract what they wanted with the device others had used on Robin. Already, they had shown that their word to Monroe was not black and white; the blood in her hair proved it.
The door opened and she looked up just in time to intercept a bottle of water thrown her way. Catching it, she transferred it into her other hand with enough seconds remaining to catch another object that was intended to impact her cranium. The door closed and she was once again alone. She squinted at the object in her hand before she recognized it as an apple. They had been feeding her human food since she had been transferred to the ship, a subtle jibe at her loyalties.
Changes to the course made, she got up gingerly and limped over to a corner where she arranged herself on the floor, cross-legged, her back against the wall. Her teeth bit into the apple, and a trail of juice ran down her chin. Wiping it away, she chewed as she looked at the snowy white flesh of the fruit. The red skin and white flesh reminded her unexpectedly of Robin and she closed her eyes, balancing the apple on one knee. She had hurt him yet again, this time unintentionally. Monroe was right, of course, not to tell him until she was gone, but she knew how he would have felt to see the Klingon vessel decloak and then discover she was the cargo they had come to receive. He would not understand and she hoped he still had his commission. As hot as his blood could run, it was doubtful.
An alert sounded and she jumped to her feet, the apple rolling across the room, picking up debris from past prisoners. Hurrying to the console, she noted that the vessel had halted and the cloaking device had activated. There were other ships marked on the display. Tapping on one of them, she was surprised to see an Etimonian signature. "No no," Kinin muttered as she watched in horror, expecting the Klingons to open fire on the Federation allies. Instead, the ship simply remained at full stop as the other vessels continued on their journey. Kinin let out a breath when the cloaking device was deactivated. Why were the Etimonians on the move?
Minutes later, the alert halted and Kinin looked around the room for the apple. Not caring what now coated it, she picked it up and devoured it before throwing the core at the closed door.