Bareil Antos sat as though he was in meditation but this Antos was no monk or Vedek. He lived on a different Bajor in an entirely different universe. He didn't wear temple robes and smelled of grease instead of temple spices. He was simply incensed in a prison cell and found the floor more comfortable than the rock hard bed with no mattress, pillows or blankets. He had been in prison before just not in Ilva's system.
He knew he needed to bide his time and sooner or later he would be busting out of this place on his own. There was always a way whether it was through promising a bribe to the right corrupt warden, crafting a good old fashioned lock pick, earning enough privileges to gain access to a computer to hack, or simply making a run for it and taking his chances when they took him outside for exercise. He was a thief and escape artist.
He was looking around his cell for any sort of hiding place for tools when a prison warden rattled their weapon against the bars. He glared at him.
"I'm so sorry pretty man," the voice of the warden was unfamiliar and female. "Did I disturb you from a sweet dream?"
"I can't sleep sitting up. Who are you?" Antos replied.
She shuffled away the shabby robes of a warden and stood before him shamelessly in her skin tight black uniform. She had a crown like a silver circlet about her brow. She smirked as she ran a hand through her short but fiery red hair and batted dark and sultry eyes at him. He squinted at her. He had seen more beautiful women, but something about this particular one demanded attention. Perhaps it was the glint in her dark eyes or the way she carried herself in that uniform. There was definitely nothing else interesting to look at.
"Does this place allow conjugal visits?" he said with perverse amusement. "Have I been so much better behaved than the other murderers and thieves that I have earned a reward? I think this is officially my favorite prison! I'd rate it higher than a five star hotel if that's the case!"
"Oh, aren't you a hoot?" the woman's expression became even more lustful. "Much as I enjoy role-play, I do not like the idea of copulating in an actual dirty and dingy cell. You haven't earned my touch yet either. You are just a thief, Antos."
"Congratulations you know how to find a prison roster," Antos was unimpressed and much less interested now that she had dismissed his attempt at sycophancy. "Wait a minute. You said I haven't earned your touch YET."
"Do you have any idea who I am, criminal?"
"A smoking hot babe."
She scoffed, "Oh, Antos, that's so obvious! I was told that you were charismatic but you are going to have to make much more of an effort than that to flatter me! I have plenty of people that tell me daily that I'm beautiful and not because they have to. I'm a little disappointed! Well, at least you have eyes and at least a few brain cells in that block head of yours! I'm the Intendant of Bajor. Does that title mean anything to you?"
"Of course it does."
Antos became apprehensive but didn't let it show in his voice or body language. He had learned to fake his confidence until he really did become bold and fearless. He was an adrenaline junkie anyway and already had inkling that this woman had plans for him and wouldn't kill him or leave him in this cell to rot.
"Look at me!" she commanded him.
He rose to his feet and spun about like a male model, grinning at her.
"No!" she laughed. "No, look me in the face, Antos!"
He stepped forward, pressing his face to the bars. She studied him critically then smiled deviously.
"I'm so glad to have finally found you, Antos Bareil. I've been looking for you for months now. It was a lucky break for me that you slipped up and got yourself in here."
"What do you want with me?"
Her voice sank to a whisper, "I'm going to make you a God Emperor!"