When Seven of Nine opened her eyes she experienced 2.3 seconds of disorientation. She was not in her alcove in the Cargo Bay aboard the Federation Starship Voyager. She was in a small, dark room with a dirt floor. Her ocular implant allowed her to see, even in total darkness. She could see that she was alone. That alone was enough to make the former drone feel panic.
She tried to stand but a sharp stab of pain caused her to fall to the ground with a cry of surprise. She ran a self-diagnostic and discovered the source of her pain was a bad sprain in her ankle. Not broken at least. Her nanoprobes could repair a sprain much quicker than a break, though it would still take some time.
She moved carefully and leaned back against the wall, her legs straight out in front of her while she waited for her nanoprobes to repair the damage. The diagnostic had also revealed several bruises along her ribs and back. She had been in a fight. So why couldn't she remember anything?
Her internal chronometer told her it was 03:00 on stardate 54714.2. She remembered stepping out of her alcove and recording her daily log on stardate 54713. They were in orbit around an M-class planet inhabited by Species 6123, the Kryll. They were a reptilian-like species, covered in dry scales. They had yellow eyes with slit-like pupils. Seven knew from her knowledge from the Collective that they made hardy drones, capable of going long periods without regeneration.
They had seemed like a friendly species, willing to trade with the Voyager crew. The chief had invited Captain Janeway to dinner in his palace and Kathryn had invited Seven to come along. Since she wasn't taking any security with her, Seven had agreed. Although she wasn't good at social situations, especially ones that required diplomacy, she did enjoy spending time with her captain.
The very last thing Seven remembered was Kathryn encouraging her to try the wine. Everything after that was blank. So where was Kathryn? What if she had been killed? The thought made Seven feel panic again.
No, she told herself. Captain Janeway cannot be dead. She would have found a way out. She always does. And if she got away, she will come back for me. She should not, but she will. She always does.
She felt her heart rate return to normal and she exhaled slowly. As long as her captain was okay, she didn't really care about anything else. Not even herself.