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The young woman groaned as she began to slowly trudge her way back into consciousness. Blinking her deep brown eyes she was grateful for the dim lighting, her head already threatening mutiny due to the current dull pain throbbing through it. When her eyes adjusted enough she could make out the grime-covered walls. The further she came into reality the better her senses got, much to her despair. A thick putrid odor filled the room, a mixture of feces, urine, sweat and blood. The cold hard surface of the floor did little to comfort her, as she could feel the uneven portions of the rock underneath her. Small noises, reminiscent of wounded animals made their way to her ears.

Using what strength she could the young woman pulled her body into an upright sitting position, allowing her further view of her surroundings. From the bars making up three sides of the room, shackles hanging on the final wall, and the huddled forms of several women of varying race she decided she didn't like the situation one bit. Her eyes traversed the room once more, noting which women actually met her steady assessing gaze and which didn't.

Suddenly her mind registered that she felt oddly cold. Taking stock of herself she found someone had dared to change her. Where she had been wearing the regulation Starfleet engineer uniform, which thankfully consisted of black slacks and a red shirt, she really hated the dresses most women in Starfleet had to wear, she now donned a form fitting tube top and strange skirt like bottom that had slits up the sides for easy movement. Both in a deep green color. While part of her admitted the dark green looked great with her slightly tan skin and chocolate brown hair, the majority of her felt outrage that someone had not only knocked her out, but had the audacity to change her into this horrendous get up.

Some one was going to pay for this insult.

"Lt. Leigh?"

The sound of her name brought her out of contemplating horrible fates for those responsible for her situation and wardrobe. Searching she found Ensign Casey Nelson in the cage next to hers. The poor thing was barely out of the Academy and looked scared shitless. Her wide blue eyes were rimmed red from tears, her short blond hair, usually styled in the latest fashion, hung limply around her face. Apparently she got a new look as well, considering she was dressed in a one-piece jumpsuit that hugged her form, the legs cutting off mid-thigh and the sleeves cut off at the shoulder. Other than a few smudges though she didn't look any worse for wear.

"Lt. Leigh," this time the voice was more insistent.

"Yeah kid I hear you," and to the lieutenant the girl was a kid. She may have only just reached her thirties but she had seen and done more than 3/4ths of the rest of the crew on Enterprise. Which brought up a good point. How did they get here and where the hell was the ship? Snapping her fingers sharply she stalled Nelson's random babble. "Ok from the top, what's the last thing you remember?"

The girl took a deep breath and started much slower this time. "I remember being on Jarvis. We were setting up for the demolition of the old building to help the Halberds with rebuilding their city. You and Ensign Michaels were there. The two Halberds that were helping us had stepped away to get the rest of the charges you wanted. I remember seeing Michaels hand you the depth charge and pin then I felt a sharp pain and nothing…"

Leigh just nodded her own memory returning. They had been left on Jarvis by their captain, James Kirk, in order to help the race known as the Halberds, with the demolition and rebuilding of an old quadrant. The old structures there were too instable for further building or even remodeling, so they needed to come down. Mr. Scott, the Chief Engineer had volunteered her services since she was the only one that had actual knowledge of such work. Kirk in his infinite wisdom decided to give her two ensigns, that had barely been with them four months, to help her out. If not for the fact the ship needed the more senior engineers on board while they spent the month on Jarvis, she might have said a few choice words that popped into her mind at the time. As it was though, Enterprise would be heading to Star Base 4 to assist with some severe engineering and mechanical breakdowns. The station's engineers were simply not enough to control it all.

So down to the planet they went, after getting a small lecture from the First Officer about protocol and manners. Lord knows the captain couldn't have given the speech. It would have been the pot calling the kettle black. They had actually been there two weeks, managing to demolish all but one of the marked buildings. The Halberds were astounded that she could make it so a building fell without affecting any of the buildings or structures around it. Pinpoint drops were her specialty. They had been working on the final building when the incident occurred.

As Nelson stated she had been placing the depth charge for the main blast, but it was not enough so she had sent the Halberds off to get more charges. That particular building, while not structurally sound, had more base pillars than the others, which she had not expected. Michaels was working with her while Nelson stood back. The girl was great at engineering but a bit of a klutz, not something one should be around explosives. In fact she planned to have a few words with the Captain and their Chief Engineer about the process of choosing people for such duties.

She remembered hearing a loud thump and looking up to find Nelson down, two men standing around her. She tried to cry out a warning to Michaels but the kid was down before the first syllable even left her mouth. She had gone for her phaser but her assailant was too quick and she too joined the void of unconsciousness.

"Right, I remember now. Have you been awake long," she asked the frightened girl.

"No, I don't think so. I can't really tell time in here," her eyes remained wide, much like a deer in headlights.

"Have our hosts come to pay a visit," this time the words were far less comforting, taking on a mocking tone that she was known for.

Again the girl just shook her head. Tears welling in her eyes once more she looked to her commander. "Did…did they kill Harry?"

Leigh closed her eyes, taking a deep breath herself. She really hated these questions, almost as much as the answers. "I don't know, but I think they did."

In a gesture that was habit more than anything she reached up and pulled on her earlobe, making sure to keep her face clear of all emotion when she felt the steady weight of her earring. Their captors had done a rather thorough job of ridding them of everything else, so why let her keep her earrings. Mentally shrugging to herself she casually moved one finger to the hook behind her lobe and pressed the hidden button that activated the locator chip. If there was one thing she had learned growing up, it was to make sure you had a way for the 'good guys' to find you. She just hoped it didn't take too long.