SHE’S BEEN ARRESTED BEFORE. hundreds of thousands of times , it feels like ; everyone in her sort of position has. but it’s by lazy officers on ( relatively ) civil stations and two days in a holding cell before you can bust or bargain your way out. this is different. this is sprinting TERRIFIED through the dark with shouts of cardassian officers behind her , throwing top secret files into a river before they catch up. this is an officer she knows well —— one who’s paid her to do exactly the sort of thing she’s just been caught doing ( but to the other side of course ) , throwing her to the ground and telling her if they find she’s STOLEN those files he’ll kill her himself. they’ve suspected her for a while ; warrant out for the arrest of katie janeway , but this’ll be the final straw.
but they don’t find them. she lies there in the grass as rain washes away the evidence & every officer comes back empty - handed. it’s a blood - stained BLUR , her short journey to the custody of the klingon - cardassian alliance. feet are dragging by time she reaches a cell ( whether still on cardassia or any of a possible hundred ships or stations , katie can hardly guess ). she can vaguely hear an ARGUMENT with the klingon guard at the other end of the corridor. THERE’S A MISTAKE ; JANEWAY IS ALREADY HERE. NO , I KNOW HER FACE I HAVE HER HERE. I DEALT WITH HER MYSELF , SHE’S IN CELL 4 —— exchanges drop into a language she doesn’t know but it’s evidently resolved somehow. a door slides open & a forcefield flickers out of existence for half a second as she’s pushed inside , landing on her side and making little effort to MOVE as both close again behind her. klingon words : ‘ ENJOY YOUR STAY. ’ as footsteps move away from the door.
the few seconds it takes for her to firstly : hear movement within the space and secondly : raise her head to SEE another occupant of the cell are jarring. shock , mostly , of unexpected COMPANY ( and why ? leave a suspected spy with , surely , another equally condemnable criminal to plot escape. perhaps a sign they’ll not be here long. perhaps expected to destroy each OTHER. fright spikes through her at guessing motivations ). she JOLTS from her position , limbs an uncoordinated effort to push her to a wall and find her back against it —— happily solid in the situation. breath comes in short , uneven spikes as her gaze adjusts to dim light , flickering uneasily between opposite occupant and the floor once it does. she doesn’t want to ASK one of a hundred questions , thoughts still somewhat scrambled with panic and entirely expecting another ENEMY to appear in the other if she tries to interact.
her name ----- HER NAME had been enough to find herself here. separated from her crew without an iota of an EXPLANATION as to exactly the reason behind her current incarceration. that twined with the fact that she'd LOST TRACK of just how many hours she'd been stuck here, was beginning to grate on her nerves. not that it showed, she wouldn't give them the SATISFACTION of allowing them to see that, for she hoped that there could still be a DIPLOMATIC outcome, a simple explanation as to how they'd simply detained the wrong person. alas, despite that HOPE, it didn't appear that they were willing to be DIPLOMATIC about the situation in the slightest. but that didn't mean that she wouldn't try, she had to get back to her people, her crew.
however, it was movement from the entrance of the cell that drew her ATTENTION away from her preoccupied thoughts, crystalline oculars coming to rest 'pon her fellow occupant. && whilst she remained WARY, it was evident in her gestures that she was just as cautious of her as she was herself. && rightly so, they both had every right to be, they had both just been imprisoned, after all. ❛ i'm kathryn janeway, ❜ a pause ----- && whilst she didn't attempt to move any closer, her words were naught, but CALM in the hopes of reassuring the other woman that she wasn't going to cause her any harm ----- that was the last thing she planned 'pon doing in this situation or any other. ❛ who are you ??? ❜
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