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R&R, Darlings
I felt my swirling mind starting to drift into consciousness. There was something on my face. A smelly, scratchy type of cloth and -
Someone's hand's were on my face.
"Get the fuck off of me! Who the Hell do you think you are?!" I exclaimed, kicking my legs at whoever I could.
"Ow! Jesus, Uhura, snap out of it!" someone exclaimed with a groan. I smiled with triumph, but suddenly realized that my captors wouldn't know my name. Nor would they speak English.
The blindfold was slipped off of my face. "Hello, beautiful." The hands on my face had been McCoy's.
My arms found their way around him. "Oh, thank God you guys are okay," I said tearfully. It was hard to see much in the dim lighting, but it seemed like we were in some sort of cave. There were bars, too.
We were in some sort of prison.
"Oh, so he gets a hug and I get a kick to the knees?" I heard Jim say. His voice sounded tired.
"I'm so sorry, Jim," I said. My eyes started adjusting to the light and I gasped, standing up. "What the Hell happened to you?" I asked him, my hand reaching up to trace the line of bruises over his face.
"Eh, our jail guard's got a nice punch."
"And effective torture methods. Good thing you didn't kick his ribs, he might've started spitting up blood again," McCoy said gravely.
His hand reached up to cover mine, but he groaned, the movement seemingly painful.
"Jim, you should really sit down," I told him softly, not having the heart to be sarcastic.
"Is that Lieutenant Uhura?" someone called from the darkness.
"Yeah, just got here," McCoy called back.
"Who's that?" I asked him, helping Kirk sit on the floor, his back propped against the wall. Despite the bad conditions, it seemed like McCoy was able to fix him up a bit.
"Lieutenant Hawkins and Yeoman Rand," Kirk told me softly. He was trying to put on a strong face, but his attempt was betrayed by his knuckles, clenched so tightly they were turning white. "More were captured, but we don't know where they are."
I stood up, walking in the direction in which the voices came from, hands extended in front of me. My hands soon came in contact with cold, metal bars. "Hawkins, are you there?" He soon came into view, along with the blond woman who was only a little older than I was.
"It's nice to see you guys are okay. Were you able to understand anything they were saying?" I asked him, looking up into his face. His cheekbone was bruised, but he was nowhere near the state Jim was in.
He nodded. "Thankfully Niburan is nothing like Romulan," he said with the remanence of a smile, "The reason they're doing this is to protest the government's choice to join the Federation. They hate humans for some reason, and do not like technology. It is different than what I originally thought - it is not so much they dislike technology so much as they wish to return to nature."
"Similar to the 19th Century Transcendentalism," I remarked.
He nodded in agreement. "Exactly, except for the dislike, or more so hatred, of human's and immigration."
"Great work. Anything else?" I asked, a small smile forming on my face. Maybe if we knew what they wanted, we could stop them.
"Yes," he said, hesitating for a moment before continuing, his voice lower than before, "They had a very... Heated argument when you were brought in."
I turned to look at McCoy and Kirk. The latter's head was rolled to one side, his eyes closed peacefully. The other's eyes were intently on us.
"Yes?"
"You see... You know of Niburan beliefs. The accounts throughout history of blue-eyed Niburan's being very holy, or very wise..." he trailed off, and I thought of the Joremur's icy-blue eyes.
I nodded.
"Their ruler, as you must have noticed, is very excited that Niburan is being considered admission into the Federation. As I have told you, they're not so happy about this..." he hesitated again.
"Continue."
"The Extremists saw you and attributed you to a Niburan. Besides your lack of orange hue, you look very much like them. They - they were considering an experiment."
I looked at him blankly.
"They have a chemical. Very similar to bleach, but with - well, I don't have to explain to you its chemical makeup, but..."
I held my hand up. I was able to gather enough information from his words to make a hypothesis.
"They want to blind me?"
He nodded. "Yes. And they hope to do so on film. So, if it doesn't work, they can at least start their protest with you."
Terror filled my heart at his words. "Thanks," I told him softly, moving to sink down the cold, rock wall.
It was the first time I wished myself back home in Kenya.
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