Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Brig, Day 2- Disentanglement

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Meeting Zef’s gaze, Faye nodded and rose to her feet. A part of her knew that she should do some more yoga, just to keep moving, but she was so tired at this point.

Pretha dialed in the protein drink and glanced at Faye. “Let’s get you a shower first, then the drink. How’s that? I think the shower will help you feel better and make stomaching the drink easier.” She held her left hand towards Faye if she wanted the support. Despite having a good idea the woman wasn’t going to rush her and bolt, she was still security minded about her phaser on her right hip. “And I’ll make sure no one bothers you till you are completely done with both.” She grinned, “Even the Captain.” There were some places the Captain and even the Security Chief could override her. But Zef’s orders, being medical, overrode even them when it came to the safety and sanity of the crew.

Pretha
Sec/CRIT Ldr

For a moment Faye stood at the divider between the brig cell and the space beyond. Yes, the field was down. Yes she had permission. But it felt like a trick. That’s because it had been one many times before, she reminded herself. Gazing intently at Pretha, Faye warred with herself for another moment before she stepped over the divider. “Okay,” she said quietly. A shower would feel good. Sonic or otherwise. Just that peaceful feeling of the pulses over her body.

As her feet rested on the other side, Faye did lift a hand and rest it on the proffered arm of Pretha’s. For a moment after her hand connected with Oberon’s arm, Faye just gazed at the security officer. Even Faye wasn’t sure what this was. Maybe trying to remind herself what was real? She found herself nodding. “Yeah, shower.”

~Faye Calloway, Prisoner

Glad the security officer hadn’t given her any problems, Zef took a seat outside the cell to wait for Faye. She felt a slight tugging at her heartstrings as she watched her, looking dazed and exhausted, take Oberon’s arm to be led to a shower. Faye truly wasn’t in any condition to be interrogated or read the riot act. Although Zef understood the psychological tactics of keeping the prisoner off balance, hungry, tired and unsure of themselves, her oath to do no harm wouldn’t allow her to go along with it. Ethically, she had to take care of Calloway—even if the Captain didn’t like it.

—Zef, CNS

The shower itself was a quick thing, a small indulgence almost. As the pulses caressed her body Faye let her mind sink into the sensations, grounding her body once again in reality even as her mind drifted. She was trying very hard not to actively think about what her mother had told her, and yet that beautiful piece of the puzzle she hadn’t been able to figure out was so terrible at the same time. To sit there and watch that woman express something she was clearly loathe to, to see her in a way she never could have as a child, it was humbling. And frustrating. So many of the other questions had evaporated and as she wrapped up her shower and combed through her dark brown hair with her fingers, Faye understood just how much her and her family had been the product of unspeakable tragedy. The question that came to her mind now was very likely the same one on her mother’s mind: what the hell do we with this all now?

With a sigh, Calloway stepped out of the shower in her nondescript grey clothing, resenting her lack of uniform even more now that she knew Blue was coming. If it even was Blue. Would she be able to tell? She hadn’t picked up anything so far through their calls. But then again it was amazing how much you could hide over subspace.

She didn’t smile at Pretha as she stepped out, but Faye did give her a grateful nod.

~Faye Calloway, Priosner