Mission Post - Bacchus, Day 12
He didn't know when he'd fallen asleep. Or how, as he was feeling mighty uncomfortable physically and on edge mentally. Still, Leonard found himself cracking open his eyes to the dingy light of the holding cell they'd been thrown in. It'd been.... hell, he had no clue how long they'd been locked up. Spock would probably know, sitting off in a corner staring at some fixed point. Looked like the Vulcan was meditating.
Or praying.
Well, whatever. The point was, they'd been captives for some hours now. It was likely morning now, or close to it. After the events of yesterday, they hadn't been bothered no more, not even fed or watered. Whatever the High Lady Boudicca and her goons had planned for "The Bacchun" -- and them, from the thinly-veiled threats -- it was consuming all their attention. Which made this a great time for putting an escape plan into action.
Be nice if they had one.
They didn't have their communicators or phasers, and their medical gear was either gone or depleted. Next time, Leonard was packing two medkits. They were as healed as they were gonna get without a fully-stocked medbay, but they were vastly outnumbered. Jim had to be looking for them by now, but that's what the aliens wanted. Bones wasn't sure he could forgive himself if him being used as bait ending up costing Jim. They needed to get the hell out before either of those two things could happen.
Looking down, Leonard found himself playing pillow to Sky. She was curled up half-next to, half-on him, cute as a kitten. He really disliked disturbing such a pretty sight, but they weren't staying over in a hostel. "Sky? Darlin', you've gotta wake up." Damn, he sounded froggy. Clearing his throat quietly, he tried rubbing her back to help wake her. "C'mon, baby girl, early bird gets the jailbreak."
Or praying.
Well, whatever. The point was, they'd been captives for some hours now. It was likely morning now, or close to it. After the events of yesterday, they hadn't been bothered no more, not even fed or watered. Whatever the High Lady Boudicca and her goons had planned for "The Bacchun" -- and them, from the thinly-veiled threats -- it was consuming all their attention. Which made this a great time for putting an escape plan into action.
Be nice if they had one.
They didn't have their communicators or phasers, and their medical gear was either gone or depleted. Next time, Leonard was packing two medkits. They were as healed as they were gonna get without a fully-stocked medbay, but they were vastly outnumbered. Jim had to be looking for them by now, but that's what the aliens wanted. Bones wasn't sure he could forgive himself if him being used as bait ending up costing Jim. They needed to get the hell out before either of those two things could happen.
Looking down, Leonard found himself playing pillow to Sky. She was curled up half-next to, half-on him, cute as a kitten. He really disliked disturbing such a pretty sight, but they weren't staying over in a hostel. "Sky? Darlin', you've gotta wake up." Damn, he sounded froggy. Clearing his throat quietly, he tried rubbing her back to help wake her. "C'mon, baby girl, early bird gets the jailbreak."