The long ride from the Naval Base where she had been held did not do much to improve Marga’s mood. She had not anticipated she speed at which she would be dispatched to the Lone Star and as such, had had to put together a rather ramshackle plan to escape. Normally one for meticulously careful planning when breaking out of jail cells, Marga had had to improvise. Without her equipment, without back-up and with officers guarding her that had been given the strictest orders of [i]“do not engage with the prisoner, or else”[/i] her options for escape had been severely limited. Her escape attempt had ultimately been unsuccessful and had ended when several thousand volts of energy had been applied to her body, rendering her unconscious. Waking up already boarded on the ship carrying her closer to the Lone Star had not improved her mood either.

She’d flashed the pilot a smile that had had too much teeth, judging by how he had seemed slightly nervous afterwards. Marga berated herself for that, annoyed that she’d put the man on high alter. She waited many hours for the chance to try again, this time with a gentler, more friendly approach, but the opportunity did not present itself. The long hours waiting for the chance did allow her to take in and analyse her surroundings however. The other members on board the ship did not bother her, with the exception of the Visipian. If he held a grudge against her - and Marga was pretty sure he did - then that was just another problem to add to the increasingly growing list. She’d been careful not to catch his eye so far.

The real kicker for Marga though, was that it appeared that she was the only one here against her will as she was the only member of the crew handcuffed. Furthermore, she was the only one without any equipment on her person. If the fact did not irk her so much, she would congratulate the Navy on the quality of their handcuffs. Clearly they weren’t taking any chances after her failed escape attempt back at the base. 

Marga rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes, focusing on twisting her hands and running her fingers over the handcuffs, looking for weaknesses. Without her lock picking and hacking equipment, escaping her constraints would be difficult. Difficult but not impossible. However, there was still the matter of what she would then do. Marga was contemplating her options when the pilot’s voice interrupted her thoughts, announcing that they had arrived.