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Tara

It had been a reckless attack, but Tara had nothing else to loose.
After all she had seen, all she had witnessed, she was beyond caring, beyond feeling almost.
Her face lit in satisfaction as she watched the ship explode before her eyes.

”Bastards!”

She uttered triumphantly.
She had vowed they would pay.
It was their folly that they had not spotted her escape; their arrogance that they had not noticed her trail them into this obscure part of the galaxy.

Even as she was celebrating, the sight of the Federation Ship hove into sight.

”Fuck!”

Much as she tried to outmanoeuvre it, she could tell that the ship had locked onto her tiny vessel. She’d be willing to attempt to outrun them to go out in a blaze of glory, but in truth her fragile craft had very little left and was barely holding together.

She looked down at the console and saw the hailing signal from the Federation Ship and defiantly hit the button, which made the screens simultaneously spring to life.
The Federation were scum as far as she was concerned.
They had NEVER done her or her kind ANY favours.
It was only because she could not rely on their justice that she had taken matters into her own hands.

She stared at the image of the Captain as he declared his ultimatum, accusing her of a “Piratical Act”. She smirked. The irony of it! No she admitted. She hadn’t taken that action because the Federation would have refused to act. She had pursued them without reference to the law, purely in order to get revenge and to see them blasted out of the universe. She cared little about what happened to her now.

”I agree to your terms Captain.”

She flicked the switches to close down the weapons, knowing that the Captain would see the ejection of her remaining ammunition and organise for her capture.

”Ready for surrender.”

To all intents and purposes she had given herself over to his custody, yet her eyes were hard and rebellious as she awaited her arrest.


Tara :

5 ft 6, curvaceous, wild red hair, determined and single minded.

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Captain Nicholas Xavier Thompson

"Set your weapons for stun," the man commanded as himself and a team of 4 other men took a lift from the bridge down to the shuttle bay where this woman's vessel was being pulled in via tractor beam. "I don't want her harmed in any way," the man said as he made the modifications on his own weapon, but holstered it. The Federation ship held it's hold on her ship until it was finally secure within the shuttle bay; its shield array closing off.

The doors to the shuttle bay began to slide open when he seemed to straighten his posture, and gently brushed his uniform before stepping off the lift and approaching the violent marauder's vessel. "Override her security parameters," he instructed his men, which they did so. They awaited just outside the door to her vessel, the 4 men behind the evident superior with weapons drawn. Once she began to exit her ship, a smug smirk began to form on the lips of this man.

"Greetings," he began almost as if he were addressing her as a friend rather than the harsh ultimatum he delivered to her earlier. "I am Captain Nicholas Xavier Thompson," he said with his arms folded behind his back, and suddenly gave her a grave look. His voice seemed to lower, "Your actions against a Federation ship are intolerable," he began. "For that, you will be taken to the nearest Federation star base where you will be tried. Until then, you will be held within our security bay in solitary confinement. He paused momentarily to take a breath, indeed it had been a long time since he had last felt the prescence of a woman.

"You have every right to tell me why you feel your actions were justified or not. However, I will find it extremely hard to believe an unprovoked attack against an unarmed colony-class starship would be just." Those dark brown eyes of his began to look over her curiously, "Do you understand your rights?"

Tara

Tara sat helplessly as her ship was pulled into the shuttle bay. She hated feeling so powerless. After the euphoria of her attack, reality now descended upon her. The true pirates were those who had previously captured that star ship and pursued her.
True she was responsible for were many deaths, but any observer could not guess at the actions that had merited their extermination. Tara knew that it had seemed like an unprovoked attack, but she did not regret the decision she had just made.

All around her Tara felt her ship being docked and secured. She could only guess at the treatment she would receive at the hand of Federation officers who wrongly believed that she had just murdered Federation personnel. She saw that her controls had been over ridden and knew that if she did not leave her ship voluntarily they would come in and get her.

Resignedly, Tara stood and made her way to the door hitting the switch to exit quickly before she lost her nerve.
The lights around her were bright and dazzling.
She blinked and turned to face the man who addressed her.

"Greetings, I am Captain Nicholas Xavier Thompson,"

His tone was friendly; he was a man who was confident, in control, a man to be wary of, Tara decided as her eyes ran over him assessingly.

"Your actions against a Federation ship are intolerable.
For that, you will be taken to the nearest Federation star base where you will be tried. Until then, you will be held within our security bay in solitary confinement."

Tara made no comment.
His words were ironic after the atrocities her victims had carried out on her own people, but to be held in solitary confinement did not concern her ... all the better ...

"You have every right to tell me why you feel your actions were justified or not. However, I will find it extremely hard to believe an unprovoked attack against an unarmed colony-class starship would be just."

She flinched at his words.
The Federation had never represented justice for her.
Why should she tell him the truth and expect it now.
She raised her chin and met his eyes challengingly as his eyes raked over her.

"Do you understand your rights?"

She nodded her head slightly.

"Yes Captain, but I also have a right to silence.
Your interpretation of the events is clear.
As you state I have the right to a trial.
I do not intend to make any defence without legal representation. "

Tara was sure both Captain and crew would feel hostility towards her. The Captain had been polite, controlled, but she would expect no better treatment than that which was set out in the regulations for the detentions of a prisoners to be tried for piratical acts against the Federation ...

Just a little enlistedman...

Name: Jason Candor
Position: PO3 Engineer, Enlisted
Age: 24
Description: Short blonde hair, Blue eyes. Standing just over six feet tall, Jason has a habit of knocking his head into various overhead protrusions. He works out once a week, so he's not exactly built, but he is in good shape. Unlike the other Petty Officers in his division, he doesn't have a belly, he likes to maintain something of a good appearance.

History: Jason joined the Federation because he had nothing better to do with his life. He was very intelligent, but didn't apply himself during his years of schooling. As such, he suddenly found himself without any sort of future and no way to support himself.

When Jason applied for the federation, his entry scores were remarkable. Scoring in the 99 percentile, he qualified for any enlisted job he wanted...he choose engineering because he was always interested in science and technology.

He excelled during his initial training. He graduated at the top of his class, but more by chance than anything else (The second place student was a mere .01 points behind him). Regardless, he was assigned to the U.S.S. Hunley, where he has served for almost two years.

Again, his somewhat chaotic nature undercut his chances for success. The federation life didn't fit him exactly. He was different, everyone knew that. Though he did his job and duty, he found it very uninspiring. Often he disagreed with the policies set by his superiors. He found little logic in the myriad of rules and regulations that surrounded everything from operating the ship's engines to how to cut his hair.

He is currently still serving aboard the Hunley.

Captain Thompson

Captain Thompson remained stoic through her words, a momentary pause was made as he continued to gaze over her. His chest rose slightly as he took in a deep breath, his head nodding ever gently; then exhaling, he said: "I would recommend you do speak, it would be for the best. Obviously, your actions show you carry no pleasure for the Federation - but why? He released his hands from behind his back, quickly waving a hand, as if dismissing his words before turning toward one of the men in his party. "Set a course for Ylane," he said to the man he faced.

Then with those hands he motioned the other 3 men toward her. "Take her to Security bay 7," he said, "Notify me if she finally wishes to speak with me". He began to turn, to return to duty on the bridge; but those brown eyes of his couldn't help but gaze over her again. He thought to himself, "A woman... all alone in deep space. In a ship full of men..." His brow lifted, becoming even more intrigued.

Tara

"I would recommend you do speak, it would be for the best"

Tara held the Captain's gaze.
Was that a threat?
No matter ... whatever he had in mind, she knew he couldn't hurt her anymore than the events she had lived through over the past month.

"Obviously, your actions show you carry no pleasure for the Federation - but why?"

She laughed then. A mirthless laugh.
He was wrong about her actions, but totally right about her feelings about the Federation.
As she met his eyes, a smile quirking on her mouth, she looked at him in derision.
Yes, he represented all that she hated about the Federation:
Bound by rules, regulations, decrees, more interested in what he was told to do than what was actually right!

She heard his directions and frowned. She did not know this place "Ylane", but why should she worry where she was being taken now?

"Take her to Security bay 7. Notify me if she finally wishes to speak with me". "

Tara tried to remain impassive as 3 men approached her.
She was a coldblooded killer in his eyes, she reminded herself and as such they must think her capable of anything.
She raised her head stubbornly as the Captain turned back towards her.
She would NOT let it show that she felt suddenly intimidated by the officers who prepared to escort her to her "quarters".
It was she who broke the eye contact this time.
The knowledge that she would be far from a "popular" prisoner crashed down on her.
For the first time she hoped that this crew were truly dedicated to following the rule book.
Who knew what form their "retribution" would take if they lacked in discipline in any way ...

Captain Thompson

He took leave from the bridge to his quarters as he always did at 23:00 hours, but with the day's events he didn't get to his quarters until 01:31 and it was already getting late and he couldn't sleep. Within his hand, he held a cup of warm tea as he leaned over it in his chair. Those thoughts wouldn't stop running through his mind now, what he had thought earlier: "A woman... all alone in deep space. In a ship full of men..." His brow now ruffling in a perplexing manner as he lifted the cup to his lips.

Was it necessarily because of this woman that he had thought of this, or was it because of his crewmen that he began to worry about? He took another sip of his tea, his eyes looking down into herbal beverage before lowering it down onto the small table he sat at. Then rising from his seat, he began to pace slightly; from the windows that peered out into deep space, to a medium-sized mechanism. With a few, quick keystrokes a holographic image appeared before him; it looked like some type of security camera. He watched the activity on the bridge for a brief moment, then pressed a key that switched to the shuttle bay where their prisoner's ship was being held - scanning crews were disassembling the navigation and data cores, to find out helpful information - things such as where she was going, who she was.

Then, without thinking, he pressed another button on the holo-console and brought up an image of the prisoner's quarters. He blinked for a moment or two as he watched her; he couldn't tell if she was asleep, or just faking it. It was 23-hundred hours, 23 minutes since he had spoken to her on the shuttle bay. She wasn't speaking, and this intrigued the Captain. What was she hiding, what was her purpose - why had she attacked a Federation ship? He felt as though he needed answers and he needed them now, but she wasn't speaking, yet. It was going to be a long trip - at least a few months - to Ylane Prime, the Federation's nearest star base to the F.S.S. (Federation Star Ship) Equity.

Tara

Tara looked up as one of the men indicated the way she was to move. The other two flanked her, one on either side. They did not lay hands on her, but she was left in no doubt as to what would happen if she were to resist the instructions given. Silently she walked along, through the ship. She should have been looking around, taking in her surroundings, but in truth she cared little about the ship in which she now found herself imprisoned.

The security bay was comfortable enough. As she looked around she found it more spacious than she had expected. She stood as she was told that she would be provided with a change of clothes, a prisoners uniform no doubt, she speculated and that by touching the panel at the far end of the room, she would gain access to a room which would provide her ablutionary services. With the merest nod of acknowledgement, Tara stood immobile as they filed out of the room, making certain that the security shield was activated to prevent her escape.

Letting out a long heavy sigh, Tara moved to sit on the bed. She wearily put her head in her hands and tried to make sense of the thoughts racing through her head. A month ago she had been happy, one might almost say carefree and now … She stood and made her way across the room and touched the panel making the door slide open. She looked around: toilet, shower, sink … functional and clinical almost, but more than sufficient for her needs. She would wash when they brought her change of clothes she decided, but for now …

She turned, closing the entrance to the adjacent room and walked back to the bed. Swinging her legs around, she lay on her back and closed her eyes. The lights in the bay were bright. She would search out the switch to dim the beam, unless of course the intensity was an intentionally uncomfortable feature of what amounted to her cell … She could only guess at the type of treatment she would receive here … would she be fed? Would she be questioned if she continued to insist that she would not talk? What if that interview were in fact an interrogation? What methods might be used to elicit a confession from her?

So many uncertainties! And yet … all she could do was wait … and see …
She stretched, her eyes opening and blinking in the harsh light. She really had to do something about that. Slowly Tara slid from the bed and began to make a slow tour of the room, checking drawers, looking for switches knowing her investigation might give her a clearer idea of what she was in for at the hand of the Federation …

Capt. Thompson

A chime-like noise emitted very briefly from within the prisoner's quarters, alerting the prisoner and any crewman patrolling the sector that a senior officer was entering. Accompanied by two guards, the Captain entered the security sector. He passed a few quarters that dotted along the sides of a corridor in the security bay, until coming up to security bay #7.

Captain Thompson paused briefly as he stared at the portal, lifting a hand up to a panel on the side before pressing a few keys. The door slid open to which he stepped inside, placing his hands behind his back. "Good morning," he said, looking down to her. "I thought it wise to let you know you will have plenty of time to contemplate the consequences of your actions. We will not be arriving at the Federation star base on Ylane Prime for quite some time." He cleared his throat and glanced up to the ceiling briefly, "Three months, to be precise."

He didn't want to sound as though he were threatening her, but rather trying to deliver her another kind of ultimatum.

Tara

Tara had managed to sleep, though not for many hours.
True it must have been gone midnight before she'd been assigned to her quarters. Although the time had dragged during her initial inspection, she had finally given up expecting to be disturbed by one of the officers who had escorted her to the security bay and supposed that they were leaving her to consider her options until the next day.

It was perhaps only an hour later that she had dimmed the light, but she had lain awake and watchful until past 2 am.
Her mind was occupied, but the thoughts were incoherent.
She had drifted into sleep, but it was fitful and relatively brief.
She hardly felt rested and in fact awoke fully at just after 6 am with a dull headache.

She paused in indecision as she made use of the facilities.
The shower looked inviting, but she knew she could not be "off guard". At any time her captors might return and she had no idea what form their enquiries might take. She knew that the Captain had not taken her insistence that she remain silent very well.

Tara was sat upon the bed once more when the chime sounded within the bay. She looked up anxiously, not knowing its signficance. All became clear however, as the Captain entered. Tara was tempted to rise to her feet, a respectful urge she fought against and then regretted as he seemed to tower over her.

"Good morning,"

Tara nodded in acknowledgement of the greeting, making sure to keep her face impassive.

"I thought it wise to let you know you will have plenty of time to contemplate the consequences of your actions.
We will not be arriving at the Federation star base on Ylane Prime for quite some time."

Tara frowned. So ... she had been right.
That had been to plan ... an easy way to ... encourage ... her to talk.

"Three months, to be precise."

Her eyes widened in horror.

"Three months.... "

The exclamation passed her lips before she could hold it back.
Three months of solitary confinement!
Three months of being subject to this man's authority!
Her eyes met his.
She couldn't read his expression, but that in itself was intimidating.

"And am I to be permitted food, a change of clothes during that time ...?"

She had intended the comment to sound sardonic and yet even to her own ears her query sounded more like a plea.

"As a prisoner, I have basic rights, surely ... no matter what the ... circumstances .. "

Her eyes challenged his, even as she became aware of her own helplessness.
She knew her anger was futile, but she could not mask her hostility.
Standing suddenly, she turned away from his arrogant gaze.

"I assure you Captain, I am well aware of the 'consequences' of my actions ...

Her voice was haughty.

" ... no amount of time can make that clearer to me ... "

She added softly, almost to herself.
Time would not change what was done, what she had lived through:
Far better to have it over with sooner, rather than later...

Capt. Thompson

His eyes fell to the floor momentarily as he took in her words.

"And am I to be permitted food, a change of clothes during that time? As a prisoner, I have basic rights, surely no matter what the circumstances. I assure you Captain, I am well aware of the 'consequences' of my actions... no amount of time can make that clearer to me ... "

Then he turned his head slightly to the two guards that had followed him in, giving them a gentle nod before they quietly excused themselves. It was at this time, Nicholas began to pace, his arms folding across his chest as he kept his gaze upon her. He was just as tense as she was - he had no idea whether she would provoke an attack against him, now that he was alone.

"Food... clothing," he started with a nod. "You'll receive that which you need to survive and maintain a healthy hygiene," to which he also indicated the facilities installed within the prisoner's quarters that she had investigated previously.

"We also have morale officers that you can counsel, should you wish not to speak with me." Then he folded his arms behind his back again, a gentle sigh leaving his breath. "You have a restricted amount of basic rights, yes.. you are a prisoner. But, I do not wish for any of my prisoners to be abused or harmed - as that not only harms them, but myself and my crew."

Tara

She sensed him moving behind her, but refused to turn around.
Her body tensed, was poised for action, as she listened attentively not only to his words, but his movements behind her.

"Food... clothing ... You'll receive that which you need to survive and maintain a healthy hygiene.
We also have morale officers that you can counsel, should you wish not to speak with me..."

She swung around to face him, her face incredulous.
Morale!?! Was he serious?!?!

"You have a restricted amount of basic rights, yes.. you are a prisoner.
But, I do not wish for any of my prisoners to be abused or harmed - as that not only harms them, but myself and my crew."

She shook her head, still incredulous, but the assurance that she wouldn't be abused reassured her.
And then she realised that the other officers had left, that is was just her and the Captain.
Her eyes went to the door, calculating ... considering ...
And then she moved ...
Shoulders slumping, she sat back on the bed and pulled her feet up under her, the gesture almost childish ...
She'd had enough: She was tired.
She had saved up all her adrenalin, all her fight for that final attack.
Only the thought of revenge had spurred her on ... and now ...

"Captain ... I'm out of 'morale' ... the only thing that would make this better is to just get it all over with ... "

She stared at the floor as she spoke, then tipped her head up to meet his eyes with her clear gaze.

"Surely you have the authority?"

Despite the words, she knew how he must feel about her and three months of this ... followed by a trail would be unbearable ...

"Can't we just quicken the process ... get it over with ... ?
There's just no point to this is there ... we both know it ... "

She told him, her voice wearily monotone, wishing he would just put it all to an end.

Captain Thompson

"Captain ..."

Naturally, he seemed to perk at the word "Captain", his ears listening, his eyes fixated upon her.

"I'm out of 'morale' ... the only thing that would make this better is to just get it all over with ..."

The rather vacant stare on his face seemed to form into one of concern now as she continued.

"Surely you have the authority? Can't we just quicken the process ... get it over with ... ? There's just no point to this is there ... we both know it ..."

Her words, although seemingly delirious, had an odd logic to them. Surely she would be tried and found guilty, as a result of the data collected from the F.S.S. Equity's scanning crews. She likely had no chance to be found not guilty on all counts, as the metaphorical blood was stained on her hands now. This woman would be executed for her crimes, there was no doubt it.

Captain Thompson's words seemed to be delayed as he glanced down to the floor briefly before looking back to the Federation's prisoner. "The Federation's prisoner," he thought to himself, almost as if trying to remind himself of his duties.

"...Well," he started off flabbergasted. "I ..don't have the authority to.. 'quicken the process'. Maybe there is no point to all this, you may think - but you are a prisoner of the Federation now." His eyes seemed to scan the quarter's nervously now, all before looking outside a small window within the room.

"How odd," he thought to himself as he discovered a part of the ship that jutted out just enough, through the ship's design, to see from the room. His eyes fixed upon words written on the ship's hull: "F.S.S EQUITY". The word "EQUITY" is what seemed to stick out from the rest... "Freedom from bias or favoritism", a rough definition of the word that seemed to pop into his head. Now he seemed to be thinking, was he truely being an equitable Captain?

"Tell me.. What is your name?" He took a step or two backward before leaning against a wall, folding his arms across his chest, his eyes staring at her. "Why do you carry a grudge against the Federation?" Surely, he had many more questions to ask her: Where she was from, her background - but he figured he'd best let her take her time, should she decide to even answer him this time. The thought had crossed his mind to leave immediately, he felt as though she were putting some sort of spell upon him - or was it simply the primal craving for a woman that he began to desire?

Tara

He seemed to be considering his options. At least he had taken her request seriously. They both knew what her fate was based on what he thought she had done ...

"...Well ... I ..don't have the authority to.. 'quicken the process'."

She sighed and looked away, staring sightlessly at the floor, her knee raised now and arms wound about her well-toned leg.

"Maybe there is no point to all this, you may think - but you are a prisoner of the Federation now."

A prisoner ... for 3 months ... and then ...
She closed her eyes as she finally allowed her thoughts to run to what was in store for her, the trial the ... verdict ... the ... execution ...
Somehow ... she vowed silently, she would NOT wait that long for what was to happen to her ...

"Tell me.. What is your name?"

Her eyes opened as she turned to face the Captain, where he stood half lounging against the wall.

"Why do you carry a grudge against the Federation?"

Tara sighed heavily and shook her head.
There was no grudge ... sort of the Federation having been ineffective ... the whole history was way too complicated ... and anyway ... it made no difference now to what happened to her ... there was only her left ...

"I'm ... Tara ... "

She told him softly.
Her full identity, background and how she came here were of no real interest to the Captain.

"And as you can't do anything to speed up events ... any other questions are irrelevant Captain ... "

She wasn't defiant this time, merely resigned to the limitations of her captor.
He had no power to convinct or acquit her, so discussing the true events would be pointless ...
Besides if it ever came to trial ... she was pretty sure she would offer no defense and just leave them to their assumptions ...

A different angle...

Jason fell into a chair surrounded with panels and displays. He simply couldn't figure it out. Sitting in front of him, suspended in mid-air by a localized energy field, was the source of his frustration...one of the control chips for the environmental system.

A few weeks ago one of the crew's galleys freezers seemed to lose power and stopped cooling the food inside. Everything had gone bad. Since it wasn't that big of a deal, it was delegated down to him.

'I'm so damn tired of being at the bottom of the pile!', he thought. Slamming his fist on the console in front of him, the energy field flickered for a moment.

"Piece of SHIT! he yelled at the field. That shouldn't have happened. The field should not have lost integrity just because he hit the console. Jason pushed back from the desk roughly, his chair spinning around. Soon he came to a stop, facing the desk again. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

'That shouldn't have happened...', Jason suddenly sat up straight and rushed back to the desk. Deftly caressing the controls he rotated the field and started three more analysis programs. He intently watched the monitor as they displayed a new set of data.

"yes...that could...yes...that would then...YES!"

Captain Thompson

"I'm ... Tara ... "

Captain Thompson steered his gaze downward to his feet as she, at the very least, finally gave him her name.

"..And as you can't do anything to speed up events ... any other questions are irrelevant Captain ... "

A gentle nod started as he seemed to give a quiet chortle. This woman.. Tara seemed to have him perplexed. Then it seemed to cross his mind, the fact that although he had no authority over her judgment, he could decide on her true fate. She was a prisoner of the Federation, but more importantly, a prisoner of his ship.

"I may not have the power to "speed up events", as you say.." he paused to remember her name, "..Tara." It was at this time that he pushed himself off from against the wall, folding his arms behind his back again. "But I do have the power to decide when to turn you into the Federation's judicial system." He seemed to throw a glance up to her way as he turned toward the exit of the quarters.

Whether she had an idea of what he meant or not, he didn't seem to be all too concerned about it at the moment. "If you ever want to tell me your story, I'm all ears, Tara - we have 3 months and anything can happen during that time."

With that, the door slid open; the two guards who had excused themselves earlier standing on either side of the entrance. Nicholas stepped out, one of the guards pressing something on the outside keypad as the door slid shut and locked. Indeed it was going to be a long 3 months... it had only been the 2nd day since capturing their prisoner.

Tara

Tara heard the chuckle and wondered what was so funny.
There was nothing humourous about this situation, not for her.
But no doubt the realisation of his ultimate power over her amused the Captain.

"I may not have the power to "speed up events", as you say...Tara.
But I do have the power to decide when to turn you into the Federation's judicial system."

She had been determined not to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his mirth, but she turned her head and looked up at him.
What did he mean?
She got the impression that he was toying with her, as a cat would a mouse.
His eyes held hers as he continued:

"If you ever want to tell me your story, I'm all ears, Tara - we have 3 months and anything can happen during that time."

The statement hung ominously in the air as the two guards returned.
She wanted to ask him what he meant, but instead watched as he moved wordlessly past the entrance and secure her quarters once more.

" ... fuck ... "

Her exclamation was too soft to fill the room.
And still she'd received no food, nor a change of clothes.
How much more basic could her needs be?
She eased back on the bed to sit with her legs curled beneath her.
No way would she put up with this for three months, she'd rather ...
She sat silently ... considering her options ...

((leaves no trace))

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Cap'n?

Jason ran down the passageway towards the CDO's office. Panting, he signaled the door.

"Enter!" a voice came over the door's com as it slide aside. Jason walked inside and the door closed behind him.

"Sir, I have something important to tell you." Jason, still breathing heavily, managed to say. The officer sitting at the desk before him, a Leiutenant Commander, waited a moment then looked up.

"Well? Report." The officer sounded somewhat amused. This one was known to be somewhat of a dick to his staff, mainly to the women. Jason hated him for that. However, a job's a job and he still had to work with the man.

"I've analyzed the problem with the control system of the refrigeration unit that failed in Mess 3 last month and I think the problem is bigger than we though." Jason waited for the usual delay officer's tended to give the junior enlisted men. When the officer didn't answer, Jason spoke again.

"Sir? Did you hear me?"

"PETTY officer," with emphasis on the word petty, "do you think that what you're saying is more important that my work right now?" It wasn't until that moment that Jason noticed the officer was looking at something on his console screen.

"Sir, this is quite important. It isn't much of an issue now, but it could get quite serious if not taken care of soon." Jason started to move around the desk. "If you would just let me take a moment and pull up some data on your console..."

The officer quickly turned the display away from Jason stating sharply, "GET ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DESK. You don't have the authorization to see this."

Jason quickly stopped and returned to where he had been standing. The officer had turned the screen, but not before he had had a glimpse of what was on the screen. The entire screen was filled with a shot from a security camera. It was what was on that camera that surprised Jason.

The officer was watching some female taking a shower.

...it must be that prisoner they caught today, she's the only female on board...

Jason snapped to attention. "Aye aye sir. I'll leave a report in the computer for you to read at your leisure."

"Very Well." The officer never took his eyes from the console.

Jason turned around and left the office. This was wrong. This was a complete abuse of power. Even a prisoner deserved some decency. Jason had to tell someone about this...this AND the problem with the environmental system.

Jason walked back down the passageway and headed determinedly towards the officers quarters.

He stopped outside the Captain's quarters and signaled for entrance.

Captain Thompson

The Captain had instructed the guards at the security deck to provide their prisoner with much needed food and a change of clothing once he left her cell. He figured having at least one of his questions answered was well enough, that any further type of psychological torture was enough. Now was the time to make sure their prisoner was being taken care of while under his ship's control.

"Off duty, finally" he thought to himself. It felt like he'd never had a chance to get proper sleep or food himself since bringing in their prisoner through that shuttle bay. He paced in the comfortable confines of his quarters in the upper deck, nearest to the bridge - should any catastrophic moment arise when the Captain is needed immediately on the bridge. Those dark brown eyes of his peering outside into deep space through windows, his right hand holding a warm cup of tea as a means to relax himself.

It was then he heard that ever familiar signal that somebody had requested entrance. A soft sigh was heard from him as he turned around to his door, "...But not without it's limits" he murmured to himself before calling out: "Come in!" He took another sip of his drink as the individual entered - interesting, a petty officer. "Curious," he thought to himself, it wasn't often a petty officer requested to meet with the Captain.

"Can I help you..?" he paused, indicating he requested the officer's rank and name.

Jason Candor

Jason took three large paces into the captains office and stood at attention, as befitted military custom. The captain was standing near a large window through the skin of the ship.

"Can I help you..?"

"Sir, Petty Officer Candor reporting." Jason did not mmove from his stance.

'Military customs are so annoying' Jason thought to himself as he watched the captain from the cornet of his eyes.

Tara

Tara

Tara looked up as the security panel opened and watched as two guards approached her. She watched silently as one man lay what was obviously a bag of garments beside her on the bed and the other laid a hamper like box on the small table before her.

”Captain’s orders.”

She was told curtly. Their manner was brusque, detached.
The first man moved through to the adjacent room and seemed to be checking it. Tara turned her head watching as he disappeared from sight. She raised her eyes questioningly to the other guard.

”If there’s anything specific you require, I’m sure we can … accommodate you … “

Tara’s eyes widened uncertain of the meaning of the man’s statement. She returned smoothly.

”Yes… I’m sure … but this will be fine…”

The first man returned to the room and exchanged a look with the second, indicating the brief visit was finished.

”Please… thank the Captain … “

Tara added as the first guard looked back with a smirk before disappearing.

Shaking her head, Tara dismissed the strange behaviour and moved to open the hamper placed on the table before her.
Her eyes widened in pleasant surprise.
Reaching in Tara took out a thermal flask and unscrewed it.
…. Coffee …
Tara poured herself a cup and sipped at it slowly savouring the aroma and heat.
Finally … she felt herself relaxing.
With one hand she unhooked the buttons down the front of her bodice as she drank.
With a sigh, she pulled the material free revealing the scant half cup support of the corset beneath.
Now empty, Tara put the cup down and discarding the garment in one swift movement, made her way to the shower room and checked around, pulling out two thick towels and arranging the necessary toiletries.
Now she had a change of clothes, a shower was a priority even before a meal.
Once all was arranged, Tara returned to the main room and pulled off her boots, leggings and underwear.
Taking up the outfit, she took them to the far end of the room and stored them safely in one of the drawers.
Naked now, Tara made her way to the shower room and slid thankfully into the large shower cubicle.
Pressing the pad, she programmed in her desired temperature and scrolled through the water settings until she found the pressure and distribution to suit her.
Steam rose from the water as it bounced off her creamy torso.
For a long time, she merely stood, eyes closed, face upturned letting the streams of water run over her hair and body.
Deliberately she blanked her mind, and concentrated instead on the sensation of the heated jets massaging her weary body.

Tara was in no rush to leave the heated cocoon of the shower.
She applied the gel liberally rubbing the loofah energetically over her body as if in an effort to remove the stain of the past week’s events. Deftly her hands moved to stroke her arms, circle her breasts, then move lightly down to her slender waist. Twisting, Tara raised her arms and arched her back in an effort to soap and scrub her back, turning to avoid then catch the hot jets. Once done, she let the loofah glide over her hips to reach to her buttocks and then move lightly between her legs, to stroke and then circle as she gave a soft sigh.
Suddenly, as if coming to her senses, Tara bent over to soap up her firmly toned legs, her ass raising towards the strong jets as she worked her way down to tend to her feet that had been confined in boots for much too long.
Once clean, Tara lazily washed her hair, using a generous amount of shampoo and conditioner, taking the opportunity to massage her scalp and then rinse her tresses thoroughly until she no longer had any excuse to linger within the confines of the now steamy cubicle.

Shutting off the water, Tara reached for a towel and wrapped it about her dewy skin. Squeezing out her hair, Tara towelled it lightly before taking a comb and running it through her long auburn hair leaving it to hang in shiny straight strands about her shoulders. Second towel in hand, Tara padded bare footed back to the main room and opted to sit on the easy chair beside the food filled table.

Her eyes moved around the room as she gave a soft sigh.
She wondered fleetingly what type of clothes had been provided for her, but cared little as long as they were fresh and clean.
Once more Tara reached for the coffee cup and topped it up.
Reaching into the hamper, Tara selected a savoury pastry and began to eat slowly.
This wasn’t a hot meal, but it was all she wanted right now: A selection of sweet and savoury foods, a selection of fruit, together with a couple of flasks, one of which at least was coffee.

To be warm, clean and fed was as close to contentment as she would ever be again. At least she could take a pause, relax a bit … for now …

Of course Tara had no way of knowing that the guard had activated the hidden camera that showed all her movements within the shower stall and at the sink, nor was she aware of the constant surveillance of her main room, that was standard in security bays ...

Captain Thompson

Nicholas seemed to stare almost dumbfounded at the crewman, the past couple of days have been rather unusual. He sighed quietly again, and motioned toward this officer with his mug of tea, "At ease, officer," he said before seating himself, "What news do you have to bring to me at this hour?"

Briefly afterward, a sound emitted from the Captain's comlink, a voice breaking through: "Captain, prisoner 101-A has received the necessary provisions as you ordered, sir." He held a hand out to the officer before him as he activated his comlink and spoke into it, "Thank you, Lieutenant Commander - make sure her quarters are in lock down and all officers must have my clearance to enter her quarters from now on." He deactivated his com, he wasn't going to just suddenly let some sex-crazed crewman disobey protocols and his own orders - just because the only female on board was in confined areas.

He gazed back up to Candor, and nodded, "Sorry about that, officer - what news do you have?" Surely, he was expecting some report on a fusion conduit or on the situation that evolved in the galley last month. The thought hadn't crossed his mind that the news this officer had involved their prisoner...