Personal Log, Lt. Jen Lee

Stardate 9904.13

Jen sits in T'Mar's quarters at the desk, her uniform intact, yet noticeably missing her comm badge. Her hair was in disarray, some of it having come undone from the fastening during her struggles earlier with her captors. As she peers at the console raptly, the collar she is forced to wear shows predominantly. It is smooth metal, silver in color, approximately five centimeters wide, and one thick. There are no obvious fastenings or sensors, yet when she fingers it, trying to remove it, she is sent an electrical sock directly to her spinal cord. Though this hurts her, the only outward sign is a clenching of her jaw muscles.

The quarters are luxurious. Deep pile carpeting, pleasing to the eye artwork hangs on the walls. The lighting is subdued and would have been comforting had Jen not been a prisoner. There were several couches and chairs, all very comfortable, with a low table in the center holding a vase of what appeared to be fresh flowers. The main color of the room was beige, with accents in mauve and dark blue. The place was tastefully designed, and conformed to Jen's stereotype of a high placed male with no feminine influence on his life.

In the background, the only sounds were the constant hum of the warp engines, a slight beep here or there as Jen worked at the console, and T'Mar's constant snoring. Deciding to test her limits, Jen stands up from the console. She walks toward the forcefield, behind with T'Mar is sleeping. As she peers into the room, she sees the same decorating taste in there as well, the only thing marring it, was the sight of T'Mar sprawled out on the bed. With a shiver of revulsion, Jen walks through the sitting area, running her hand across the back of a chair as she passes.

She finds a rack of books against the wall. Picking a few up and leafing through them, she is amazed. To have this many actual paper books showed her that T'Mar was wealthy beyond her imagination. Though she couldn't read the titles, she could tell by the look and feel that they were ancient. She carefully replaced the volumes and moved on.

When she reached a doorway, the door opened upon a lavatory. Still hearing her captor snoring, Jen took the chance to wash up and take care of personal business. Apparently, T'Mar was a light sleeper, for the small sounds she made caused him to stop snoring. Feeling her heartbeat quicken, Jen rushed back to the console, and pretended to look at the data, before T'Mar could enter.

To be continued ...