The guard shoved Uhura into the cell. Her foot caught on the uneven surface and she slipped onto the hard floor. With a grimace, she lifted herself up onto her hands and knees. The section of the glass wall slammed shut behind her. She slowly climbed to her feet.

The cell, which was built into the wall of the ship, was made of clear glass like material. If it was anything similar to the material used in the brig of the Enterprise, it would be as hard and unyeilding as reinforced steel plating. Across the room from her cell, she could see Faaren. He looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers for a fleeting second.

The guard slowly paced in front of her cell, cocking its head curiously to the side as it studied her through the thick glass. The smooth surface of its helmet gleamed in the dull light of the ship. A long, uncomfortable moment passed before it turned on its heel and continued its patrol across the full length of the room.

Uhura was too frustrated to sit, or stand still for that matter. She began to pace, the tight walls of the cell growing tighter as if they were closing in on her. She carefully analyzed every feature of the cell itself and of the surrounding room. It was dark and dingy. The walls, where covered in a crusty black layer of soot and dirt and the control panels looked as if they were not part of the original ship. They had been added later on.

From her vantage point, she could see a narrow hallway branching off from the room. She watched the various crew members coming and going. Some of them wore dark armor and helmets, most did not.

There were a whole variety of different alien species. She recognized a handful of them, but there were many that she didn't recognize. That wasn't the strange thing about it though. What was strange was they seemed normal, for the most part. The way they carried themselves, the way they acted, these weren't battle hardened soldiers or organized militaristic people. They were normal. There were young ones too, some barely old enough to be considered an adult.

Faaren  watched her silently as another guard entered the room and crossed over to his cell. He stood as the clear section of wall began to dissipate in front of him.

"He says I am to escort you to the re-training room," The guard growled, fastening a pair of restraints around the man's wrists. The guard turned into another hallway, leading the Faaren behind him. "You'll soon find the other one isn't as merciful," the guard told his prisoner, the satisfaction almost dripping from his voice.

There was no word said between them for several long, tense minutes. It wasn't until they passed through a dark and empty hallway that Faaren scanned his surroundings. He suddenly grabbed the guard with his bound hands and slammed his head against the wall. The guards knees buckled and he dropped to the floor.

Faaren grabbed the small control mechanism from the guards belt and released the restraints. He then grabbed the guard's weapon and shoved the body in a small maintenance shaft. He turned back around and headed to the jail cells.

Uhura could feel someone watching her. She lifted her gaze from the floor of the cell. A new guard stood in front of the wall, standing completely still, beneath its helmet its dead eyes stared into hers. Uhura rose to her feet. The dead eyes followed her as she walked to the other end of the cell.

"What's your problem?" She demanded. The guard was silent. Uhura flipped him off, almost wishing he knew what it meant.

One of the glass walls began to ripple and fade away. Uhura stepped back as the guard with the dead eyes stood there, now nothing but empty air separating them.

Backing up the furthest corner of her cell, Uhura's mind began to race. She was scared, that was something that couldn't be avoided. It was the appropriate response. But there was something other than fear churning inside of her. Anticipation. She planned her strikes carefully. She could overpower him simply enough. She tried to make her eyes big and her lips tremble as she pretended to cower.

The guard was almost within her reach when there was a loud crash. Faaren had taken out one of the guards near the entrance of the room and was now struggling to overpower another one. The guard with the dead eyes glanced over his shoulder at the scene.

Uhura kicked him sending him staggering backwards. Before he could recover Uhura reached over and grabbed his arm, turning and twisting it around. She had anticipated there to be some resistance and perhaps a loud crack, but there was nothing as the arm simply twisted backwards. The guard turned to face her, his arm wrapping around his body as if it were made of jelly. He almost smirked before Uhura turned and slammed her elbow into his jaw. The guard fell to the ground and Uhura brought her foot down on his helmet, knocking him out cold.

Faaren stopped in front of her cell, realizing that he was no longer needed. "Well I guess I shouldn't have rushed all the way over here. Looks like you already have everything under control and all."

Uhura stood up straight and walked over to the him. She stood in front of him, her eyes burning with hatred.

"You," She growled, punching him as hard as she could. The man didn't try to stop her as he took the hit, reeling a little from the power he hadn't had anticipated.

Uhura's hand ached with pain, it had been like punching a statute, but she didn't care. "You did this."

The man stood up straight, holding his jaw. "It's my fault, yeah. But right now we need to escape. Then you can kill me later, deal?"

Uhura grimaced but did not argue as she picked up the guards discarded weapons.

"Wait," The man said, hesitating as he dragged the guard's body out of the cell. "I have an idea."

He began to remove its armor. Uhura did the same to another one of the guards.

Uhura placed the helmet over her head and helped dispose of the two other guards. "You better have a plan worked out," Uhura told him.

"Of course I do," The man asked with a slight grin that couldn't be seen beneath the helmet.

"Unlike you, I haven't been aboard this ship before," Uhura continued. "So as much as I hate to admit it, I'm going to have to follow you."

"Stay close," the man said, attaching the weapon to his belt and casually walking from the room. Uhura followed, hoping that he at least had some inkling of a plan to get them off the ship.