Ch’otok had left early being called away to the bridge. He’d woken her gently, carefully, to tell her he was going. The uniform confused her. He’d had to explain again that he’d been requested to take a lateral move to Star Fleet as a favor for the Klingon chancellor, Ch’otok’s brother. She remembered Ke’dass. She liked him, she remembered meeting him, years ago. His sense of honor was true and strong. She’d fallen back asleep after he left. Physcially she was healed of her major injuries, but the more primitive medical facility on Delotha wasn’t the same as Star Fleet, and the holographic medical program on Opaka was only as good as the medicines it had access to. But it was the mental trauma the forced her to sleep more often than normal, forced Ch’otok to request sedatives to allow her to actually rest without the flashbacks that haunted her.

She came to again and looked around, groaning in pain and confusion. She pulled her arms only to be stopped by the restraints, the same with her ankles. There was no sign of the icy voiced woman. They had worked her over severely. None of these thoughts were really formed but more understood by instinct. She pulled at her wrists again…her bracelet. She glanced down at it. It was important, but she didn’t know why. The sound of foot steps coming down the corridor nearing the door…her heart started racing, arms jerking against restraints and she screamed…

The sound of foot steps nearing her door woke Cassandra from the night terror and memories, she woke screaming pulling against no longer real restraints, her mind and terror rocketing across the ship. Where was she? On a ship? The Opaka? No, this…where was she?! She looked around the room, there were familiar things. The wall to her right held Ch’otok’s weapons, his bat’leth, his d’k tahg and hers, Ch’otok’s mek’leth. Cassandra moved slowly to the wall, picking it up…she remembered this, he gave it to her years ago. Made her promise to keep it with her. This was familiar. She knew every nick and blemish. She could remember sharpening it by hand.

She turned and looked across the room, Star Fleet quarters, huge though…Through the door to the bedroom was a stand holding Ch’otok’s traditional Klingon armor, and on a smaller stand her sash with the emblem of the house of Ke’dass. The book shelf behind the desk held…she sat down hard on the floor, she couldn’t remember, they were familiar things but she couldn’t identify them, and trying was like a knife to her brain…

The door chimed…

Cassandra