Friendship Renewed?

Posted on Mon Aug 4th, 2014 @ 10:17pm by Samanthia Akiashiro & Ensign Sivity Dar-Barriun

Mission: Insecurities
Location: Starbase - 332 Dentention Center
Timeline: After New Allies - New Enemies

It was a rare occasion that Samanthia had been in confinement. A few times as a teenager, as an adult on various occasions. She was hoping to miss out on the experience here. She eyed Sivity across the corridor in her Cell. Samanthia laid on her bunk, all relaxed and uncomfortable. Even with two matteress, it was still lumpy. "I'm surprised you got thrown in the brig."

Sivity smiled across at Samanthia. "Wish I could say the same."

She then sat down in a lotus position and began to relax. Her ridiculously high heeled boots appeared to present no impediment to her comfort. She didn't close her eyes, but stared across at the woman who'd got her incarcerated.

"How's the back?" She enquired with an impish grin.

"It's there!" Samanthia snapped a bit as it still hurt, "Oh gads... What do they use for these matteresses? Rocks?" Trying to find a more comfortable position.

"You've been spoiled. You should try sleeping in an ice cave." Sivity replied almost absently. Despite being jailed, she felt very calm. She attributed this largely to the fact that it gave her a complete escape from 'paperwork'. The only discomfort she currently felt was the ambient temperature: it was too warm. If they didn't turn it down, she'd strip off: that would certainly get a response.
"Is it me or is it hot in here?" She enquired of Samanthia as if nothing untoward had transpired between them.

"Definitely.. and no thanks on the ice cave," Samanthia spoke softly and being honest. She had gotten spoiled and was paying for it with a bruised and sore spot on her back. "It's kinda chilly for me." If Sivity could be cordial to her, she could recipricate. "When we get outta here, look me up. I got something for you.

Samanthia carefully moved to a sitting position, rubbing her back where she got pegged by Sivity. If she hadn't rolled, Samanthia would've been paralized. "How long are you incarcerated?"

Sivity looked at the woman ostensibly responsible for her incarceration without antipathy. She bore her no malice. Sivity was responsible for her own decisions and she was perfectly comfortable with that.

"I have no idea." She replied nonchalantly. "it doesn't matter: they'll let me out eventually and in the meantime I get to relax." She wasn't ambitious. She didn't have a career to worry about. The arrest was merely a minor setback. She could and would adapt. Besides, it was useless to worry: that wouldn't alter anything.

"By the way, when we get out, how do you fancy another fight?" She enquired, genuinely excited at the prospect. "I think that would be fun in a simulator."

"After I get a rejuv and about two years of intensive training.," Samanthia spoke softly. "I've lost my touch it seams." She gave a depreciative half smile. "Gah... I need a shower. This place has fleas!" She stands up and paces a bit to burn off restless energy and boredom in her nylon stocking feet. "You'd be more suited to being a Marine with your temperament."

"Apparently, I have a problem with discipline and the marines are quite keen on that, so I hear. It is a pity though; I can shoot better than most of them." Sivity stated with justified pride. There were lots of things that she wasn't good at. There were a few things she was good at. At sharpshooting, she excelled. If she'd possessd the patience, she would have made a truly deadly sniper. That lack of patience was not on show. She seemed very relaxed still seated as she was in the lotus position.

"Thought Fleet was my thing, but it turned out I was a better bartender and manager. Started a bar when I was on SB-12. Lots oh fun. But the CMO didn't like me getting my patients drunk. So I ended up resigning from Fleet." Samanthia returned to the bunk and sat down, grumbled a bit about the friggen lawyer.

Sivity closed her eyes and relaxed. "I don't know why you're complaining; you'll most likely be out of here long before I will. But then again, unlike you, I'm not really bothered. You see, you need to take a longer term view: will this even matter in 6 months or a year? Other events are sure to overtake us. I guess that's why I hate reports so much. I mean, who even reads them after a week?"

Samanthia was quiet for a minute or two. "You would be surpised at who reads the reports months later that Security fills out. I could name a few off the top of my head. JAG, Medical. To get a bigger picture of a developing pattern. You're probaly a wet dream for a Counsilor trying to psycho analyze you. Or JAG to see if you're worthy to keep around as a Security Officer. Or whether or not you'll leave the station on an exciting mission where you could make a difference. Or a promotion for better quarters than the closet you probaly have right now." She shrugs. "You could've been on the Carthage going to Mayz, instead of being stuck here on the station."

Samanthia gets up again, wired and restless, complete opposite of Sivity. She wasn't used to confinement and this was the first time for being in the brig longer than a few hours. She looked worried at every sound that drifted down the corridor from the Brig Section overwatch position.

Sivity hadn't ever considered that her reports would ever be read more than once. That they were, she found difficult to believe. No one would choose to read a report unless they had to. It was so much quicker and simpler just to ask people for the information that you wanted. Between her looks and her shooting, she generally got what she wanted and quickly at that. She decided that Samanthia was strange. A moment later she revised her opinion: Samanthia was human. Why she could not simply cherish the warmth and isolation, she didn't understand. After listening to her irritated footfalls for a few minutes, she broke her silence.

"You are doing nothing except chafe and worry. It is no surprise that for you time is dragging. Stop doing nothing and focus on a task." She spoke somewhat enigmatically. Despite appearances, Sivity was doing something: she was focussing on her breathing and on relaxing. She felt calm. She could currently do nothing to affect her situation so chose to embrace the quiet solitude. She also knew that brig officers preferred quiet prisoners.

After a few more minutes, Samanthia moves back to the bunk and laid down on it, balling up her jacket and using as a pillow. Within a few minutes she was fast asleep. Expressession became lax into a calm contenment that seamed to melt the years off of her. For a person that snored, it was a soft wheezing, till she shifted onto her side, then her hair covered her face like silken strands of spiderwebbing, only black, instead of white.