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    Those who wish to may check your communicators from the storage lockers, and then put them away again before the Deputy Warden leads you through several more codelocked doors to a pleasant dining area, about twice the size of one of the Yorktown's mess halls. There are several dozen people there, mostly redshirts, but with a sprinkling of blues. She invites you to each pick up a tray and pass through the serving line ahead of her.

    Thick windows provide striking views out over the sandy, rocky wasteland of Jaros II outside, stretching to the horizon in every direction.
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    The rations are just fine, in Bizhi's opinion, but why not take advantage of fresh produce whenever it is available? He will try to bring something good back to Kylah--- doctor's prerogative--- if he can find some sort of container. She has obviously been cooped up in this conference room the entire time; why would she not want to come along? Rangin seems understandably eager to stretch his legs and to get out of here. But Bizhi does not have Kylah's measure to know if she is acting more strangely than usual.

    It looks like they are stopping next to the storage lockers to check their communicators. Communications are not truly blocked, then, or at least their equipment is on a temporary whitelist. The panel slides open in response to his thumbprint, and he sees Dr. Villa's message forwarded to his communicator. It makes sense that endocrinological changes could be the principal proximate cause of the recent mood instabilities Nia reported, or that they are both correlated to whatever is triggering these changes in a young, healthy woman, be it the high doses of artificial hormones she has been taking for years, or something else. It is something to discuss with Nia at the earliest opportunity privately, which probably means on the Yorktown rather than at a group table in a mess hall or in a crowded shuttle. He locks eyes with Nia, who just received the same data.

    The beautiful views outside remind him of home. The difference is that on Mars the habitats are no prison. One can, and he very often did, go right outside, properly suited up, of course.

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    Graham checks his communicator before following the Deputy Warden.

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    Graham finds a message from his wife:

    My dearest Boojee: I hope the mission is going well, and that you and Mr. Rangin haven't strangled each other just yet (however tempting that might be, for you especially). Take care of yourself, and good luck to you and your shipmates. I can't wait until you're back here on the ship and in my loving arms once more... but I suppose I must. XOXO XOXO XOXO and then some! Your loving MARALA.

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    In the secure locker area, Nia joins the other two lucky message recipients in checking her communicator.

    Turns out to be the second set of lab results. A swift glance takes in a bunch of numbers and acronyms she can't bother to decipher, although she can identify a couple of references to hormones. A few have "H" or "L" beside them, which she guesses means they're higher or lower than usual.

    Ha, knew it, Nia thinks with a little smirk of vindication. Hormones going crazy. Which is making me crazy. Well, Dr. M. said balancing 'em out would probably be an easy enough fix. After a mind-refreshing inhale, she admits ruefully that she must've been more anxious about the results than she acknowledged. Stupid tricky subconscious, she thinks with a chuckle.

    The lab report ends with a summary from Dr. Villa repeating in clearer language what all the medi-babble up above meant. Nia skims through an explanation that some of the hormone levels were anomalous; a note that the week Nia spent on pure Bilitrium when returning from Novy Rostov was clearly restorative to her tissues, with some chemical imbalance in her blood now that she's back to class-M atmosphere--well duh, Nia already knows that physically she felt like a whole new woman while hooked up to her precious Bilitrium tank. That's followed by even more good news that apparently her hepatic function is excellent.

    And, finally, a recommendation to speak with Dr. M. to discuss the anomalous hormone issues in more detail.

    Snapping her communicator shut and returning it to the secure locker, she again glances at Mäkeläinen and creates a little "mouth" with her hand, opening and shutting it in a fairly universal "let's talk soon" gesture.

    As she walks to follow Cmdr. Malaj, it's hard to miss Booker's intense stare at his own communicator, a look that's also not especially hard to interpret. Love note from wife, probably. Nia's energy flags, and her pleasure at the health news diminishes slightly, but the latter only lasts for a few seconds. Her step then quickens behind Malaj until they're in the dining hall. Nia grabs a tray and looks for anything light but sustaining--some protein and carbs, a sandwich would be ideal. She's hungry but needs to be alert, not logy. And the sooner they eat, the sooner she gets back to her lovely Tesla.
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    Bizhi orders a double coffee (probably strong, in a place like this, if of unpredictable quality) and a sandwich for himself. He asks the server if there is any way to bring a portion of food back for someone who cannot be pulled off duty. Something that looks fresh and appetizing, like a fancy salad? He takes a little for his own tray, too, to go with the sandwich.

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    Onn is able to get a steak sandwich on Theban rye which, she finds, hits the spot very nicely.

    Dr. Mäkeläinen's coffee is indeed strong. It's not the worst coffee he's ever had, but neither is it the best. He selects a grilled cheese sandwich and gets a little tossed salad on the side; he gets a larger salad with grilled shrimp, the special of the day, to take to Kylah.

    The rest of the Tesla party select dishes for themselves.

    Malaj gets a plate of scrambled eggs and Alvosi pork sausage, washing it down with a big mug of spiced tea. Between bites, she tells Onn, "I've had your shuttle refueled and given a maintenance check. You should be good to go as soon as you like."
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    Rangin smiles shortly after he lets slip his comment about prison food. He could see the subtle reactions from at least Graham, although the others seemed slightly taken aback. Of course, being held in a cell for a couple of nights is nowhere near as serious as it could have been, but everyone on Coridan knows that prison food is terrible unless you can afford to make your own arrangements. It’s just the way the system works.

    While the doctor, Nia and Graham go off to check their messages, Rangin hesitates. “Mr Kylah, are you sure there is nothing we can get you from the Mess Hall? Fresh fruit, pastries? Assuming we are allowed?”

    Regardless of the answer, he leaves with Rawlings, stowing his stuff and looking forward to the meal. The walk is pretty much as expected, only it has more of a clean, metallic, gleam than some of the places on Coridan.

    In the Mess Hall, Rangin looks out the windows reflecting on the rocky wasteland outside and thinking how much of an ideal place this is to hold people. Buildings like these are probably the only things on the planet's surface capable of supporting life without great hardship. He’s glad he is on this side of the windows.

    He heads across to the galley and gets whatever they have in the way of casserole. You never know what kind of surprise you might get it in. Of course, if Kylah has also requested anything and they are allowed, he will pick those up as well.
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    Kylah sits in the quiet conference room, scrolling through the items she found in the Tesla's inbox. She reads the news about personnel--the reassignments, promotions and such--in the infinetesimally small possibility that she might recognize any names. She has already forwarded some of the other messages to the crew who might be most interested. Things such as the navigation recommendations, hazards and Security updates are sent to Lts. Onn and Graham; Science alerts to Velir.

    Speaking of the latter, Kylah has begun to regret having given him a small smile and shake of her head regarding his food offer. Now her empty stomach seems to be protesting the decision with little complaints of annoyance.

    At last she rises and heads off to see whether she can get back to the Tesla without any security issues.

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    Mid-bite of the large and satisfying steak sandwich, Nia hears Malaj's news about the Tesla. It's probably lucky Nia's mouth is full, because her first reaction is a flood of irritation and an outraged mental shout. What in the fiery acid sky made you think you could tell your crew to put their paws on my ship without informing me first?

    The shuttle is unique, with unknown (and in some very rare areas, confidential) upgrades that others might not know how to handle. No one's touched the Tesla but Nia and a select team of experienced Yorktown engineering crewmates. The prospect of some strange techs who probably don't get that much traffic performing maintenance is something Nia would've definitely wanted to oversee. Even if the vessel wasn't that special and personally dear to Nia. She's the pilot, damn it!

    ...But. Her reaction is over-the-top and Nia quickly realizes it. Truth is, the other woman is a commander, outranking Nia considerably, and such orders aren't only in Malaj's purview, they're perfectly normal--if not necessarily automatic--procedure. Most pilots would want the chance to oversee such things with unfamiliar techs, but that's not always possible or convenient.

    Nia takes a few seconds to simultaneously swallow the bite of sandwich, her own aggravation, and Malaj's decision. "Thank you, ma'am," she says once everything is safely packed down and her mood evens out. "That's considerate and should save us some time. We'll be departing soon. Once everyone's finished, I'll just go over the pre-flight check."

    She starts to consider wrapping the rest of the sandwich in a napkin and making tracks to see what in hell is going on. Again, though, she controls the impulse. Relax. We're likely in good hands. You're overreacting. Maybe the hypospray's wearing off. Plus she's tired, which isn't exactly a mood-booster. She reaches for her cup to get some more of that coffee-flavored sludge in her belly. Her system doesn't synthesize caffeine that well, but any bit helps.

    As Nia drains the mug, she makes a mental note to draw Dr. M. aside once they've returned to the secure lockers. Another zap of the medication would be amazing, if it's not too soon, and she might as well ask him for some confirmation of the lab results while she's at it.

    When her sandwich is finished, Nia gives a little tilt of her head to the others, tacitly asking them if they're almost done--adding an apologetic smile at Double-T. She knows just how ravenous his appetite is.

    Nia chuckles to herself as she replaces the items on her tray. And he likes food, too.

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    Eloquent romantic words aren't Booker's strong suite at the best of times, and Marala's loving note catches him a bit flat-footed.

    All's well here, back soon! Love Boojee he texts back.

    Lunch is indeed a far cry better than the much-maligned "prison food" of old Earth history--or, apparently, Coridan prison food...

    He's more than happy to return to the shuttle and then Yorktown after downing his meal.

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    Leaving emotions out of it, Dr. Mäkeläinen has to admit to himself that this facility is, in its own way, fascinating. No wonder many societies have their own lore about prisons, everything from taboos about the very mention of such a concept to jokes about the food. He can understand why Dr. Liang volunteered to work here--- one can do a lot of good if up to the unique challenges. On the other hand, one would be be stuck on this rock in the middle of nowhere.

    He finishes up his luncheon without any extensive conversational gambits toward Malaj or the other staff. Nia looks ready to get out of here, like she said, and, unless they want to have to beg for guest quarters, they should probably get moving while the coffee is still kicked in.

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    Rangin sees no casseroles listed among the daily specials, but when he offhandedly mentions what he was looking for, the chef obligingly - and surprisingly quickly - whips him up a small broccoli-and-wild-rice casserole, offering to pack any leftovers to go.

    Kylah vaguely recognizes some of the names in the Starfleet personnel updates, but there's no one whom she knows personally, and nobody aboard the Yorktown is mentioned. The most prominent name by far is listed under Retirements: McCoy, Leonard H., MD, Lt. Cmdr., Fmr. CMO, USS Enterprise, NCC-1701 - To Starfleet Reserves (Inactive).

    When she tries to leave the conference room, Kylah realizes she is locked in again.

    Rawlings has polished off two steak sandwiches, a side of Alvosi fries and three mugs of coffee in record time. He returns Onn's smile, stretches and rises from the table.

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    Rangin politely accepts the wild-rice and broccoli casserole with knowing eyes and a nod or two to show how much he appreciates the effort that went into it no matter how small. He passes on taking any more than the portion in front of him. As he sits down with the others looking pleased with the meal in front of him and ready to chow down until it’s gone.

    A prison vegetarian casserole. Could they truly be serious? Rangin is fairly certain that inmates had rioted for less than this. As in not getting something filling and vaguely stodely, but above all containing meat and veg. Especially meat. It may be of a variable quality or even origin, but it was still meat. The irony is that the food is really tasty as he consumes it.

    He can’t help but look around the Mess Hall and see it so relaxed and quiet, it just seems so unnatural for some reason. Finishing off the meal, Rangin thinks to himself that it is even more of a reason not to end up in a place like this, the food and ambience being so horribly wrong.

    He neatly places the cutlery on the plate and pushes it back, nodding to Lt Onn as he does so and signifying his happiness to leave.

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    Nia, amused by the amount of food that Double-T's consumed, makes sure that the others have finished--acknowledging Rangin's nod with a grateful look when he proves to be--and (if so) thanks Cmdr. Malaj again. "Thanks again for all this--both the tour and the meal. Compliments to the chef," she says with a friendly nod toward the Galley and an extended hand. "Are there any lingering details we need to exchange regarding the prisoner, or are we good?"

    To Booker nearby, she says, "This must've been what a friend would calla 'busman's holiday' for you, I suppose. Leaving our Security department only to go to a prison." Nia smiles and glances around the hall. "Or do you consider it a kind of window shopping?"

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    Graham can't help but laugh, not just because of what Nia said (which was funny) but also because they were...just talking. Talking normally. Talking in a way that had...

    Led me to fall in love with her...yeah, that...

    He shakes his head. "Ah, well, if I were really looking for a cushy gig...something post-Starfleet, no disrespect to this place, but I'd probably do better to scope out fancy resorts, the sort whose clientele demands top-flight security..."

    He pauses, becoming more somber. "I did a stint in law enforcement back on Earth. Even more so that seeing live fire combat in hot missions, it was...seeing the worst in people right there where it's supposed to be safe to live...that was the hardest. When you have a kid...uh, kids...to worry about..."

    He realizes he's taken a light moment into a darker place. Forcing a smile, he adds, "But Hutchinsons are few and far between, and I don't think any of her--his--whatever--kind are getting off this rock. So...the folks here can minds the bad actors while we get back to exploring the stars, right?"

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    When the door refuses to open, Kylah cannot help the burst of anxiety that turns her limbs to ice. She backs up a step, the movement stiff and awkward. Automatically she pivots toward the other door leading to the rest of the complex. That will be locked as well, of course. And due to the reinforced walls she still cannot sense anyone. Not the slightest hum of emotional activity. A silence she always sought as a child, and on the ship too, but it has been elusive aside from various medical events.

    She takes several deep breaths and exhales. Her heart rate is erratic but it begins to calm down as logic kicks in. Of course the room has been heavily secured. It is a prison, not an office building. This is totally normal--and, as much as claustrophobia may wish to control her, Kylah's more rational side reminds her that while it is true that she cannot get out, this also means the convicts cannot get in. No one will enter except her crewmates. Or perhaps just the stockade's Security officers or other prison personnel.

    Being alone with strangers causes another little sting of electricity and adrenaline. Her hand claps onto her communicator, but... of what use is it?

    Stop. Strangers or not, it does not matter. I am safe. This is completely safe. Anyone working here will have been vetted. Look at the new people I have met recently. Carlos. Dr.--Bizhi. And...and that man at Lt. Graham's wedding... Kylah's brow furrows as she tries to remember the officer's name. No, it is temporarily gone, probably just because of a little hunger and anxiety. Well, her point is that the new acquaintances have all been congenial and kind. Odds are the same will be true of the staff here.

    Teeth gnawing at her lower lip, she gazes up to see if there are any cameras--even though Velir already did so earlier. Then she walks--still disjointedly, but not painfully so--to her seat and the tricorder still on the table. With a sigh, she closes her eyes, waits for the absurd panic to abate, and returns to scrolling the updates for something diverting.

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