In Here

The shaking had finally stopped. It was a small step. Having unclenched her fists, Jenny stared numbly at her gloved hands. Metal knuckles of the Dominion gauntlets had left small scratches on the glass where she’d punched it, and that was the only good thing she could think about the stolen uniform she wore.

Whoever had designed the cells in the Dominion Legion class B-37 battle cruiser had prepared for the eventuality of holding Slingers, Stalkers, and Espers. She’d dismantled the room several times over in her head. She was not strong enough to break the metal fitting on the sink to make a blade, and making a bat was impractical… not to mention that any of her options would merely get her tazed like Elenia.

And so Jenny sat on the floor of her holding cell. Her limbs felt numb with anger. Anger at what they had done to Jeremy. Anger at what they had done to the crew. At their broken word. At Seeker. There had to be a reason. There had to be something, but he never looked back at them as the man called him brother and slung an arm over his shoulder. Jenny’s mind began to cloud at what only could be betrayal, and she forced Seeker our of her head to keep the shaking from coming back. Now was not the time. Finding him was her last priority.

Her chest ached. Ached at seeing Elrabin curl into a ball two cells over. She ached at seeing Bron trapped in such small quarters, and she ached at the thought of the monsters hooking Jeremy back up to their machine. What else had they done to him? Would  do to him? It made her even more angry knowing that she had promised not to shoot the men who’d done that. Next time Kaamos would not be able to stop her. If there was a next time, and no, she would feel no inkling of remorse.

The guards at the end of the hall chuckled at the unconscious Elenia’s expense, and muttered about Rook and Kaamos before one turned to leave. Jenny tilted her head, counting the clanking footsteps of the retreating Dominion soldier over the soft hum of the laser field filling the doorway. Darkened gaze fixed on the thick glass floor beneath her she scrambled to remember anything and everything about the ship. Where their weapons were, where Jeremy was, where Seeker would most likely be. They would not be in here forever. She still had one tiny trick pinned to her collar. All she needed to do was to keep from going on tilt, well, at least too soon, and wait.