Nakera laid absolutely still while her food was delivered.  She'd picked up on the cell keep's interest quickly within the last month.  Every time he came by, she pretended to be asleep.  She learned her lesson the first week that interacting with him was a bad idea.  He stood in the doorway and watched her eat with a slack jawed, glassy eyed expression that honestly made her want to vomit.  When she figured out that he'd sooner or later turn and leave if nothing interesting happened, she started pretending to be asleep until she heard the heavy steel door seal her shut inside her cell once more.  Even with that little bit of comfort, she knew that it wasn't a matter of 'if', but 'when' in the case of her safety under his care.

As he stepped into her cell after his long moments of contemplation, she knew today was going to be the day.  She had no plans of making it easy for him, but bound as she was, she could only hope he'd put something where she could bite.  He stopped and stared some more.  She did her best to be ready.  Luckily today was not going to be the day.  He turned and stepped out of the hold.  He was outside for a moment before the attack alarms went off.  The klaxons almost made her jump when they went off, and she could hear the earpiece in his head screaming through it's electromagnetic field.  Her skin tingled as she colony came to life within it's walls.  Power was rerouted to various systems all around her and every electron was a ghost visible to her unique senses.

Unfortunately, it didn't help her all that much.  She was still locked here, sealed behind the steel bolt.

She sat upright immediately.  Had being imprisoned for the last few months really dulled her senses that much?  She blinked, looking at the door, sending out tendrils of magnetic sense.  As her personal EM field crossed the door, she could practically feel it vibrating in it's slide.  With an amount of focus, she tried to sense it's mass.  The thing was massive, for sure, meant to keep prisoners secure, but she knew the Colony didn't have money for spare Mag Locks.  Simple was usually better, and heavy bolts and locking bars were cheap and easy to maintain.  She looked at her chains and felt through them.  They rattled in her fluxing magnetic field.  She only needed one part of them to be magnetic...the pin.  Now was going to be her chance.  If there was some kind of attack, regardless of who it was, she planned on [i]helping[/i] them take over.  At least then she'd be a bit more than a piece of meat with knowledge of a Vox System.

After a dozen attempts, sweat was already beading on her dirt covered brow.  The device was complex enough where she couldn't feel it's individual parts, but she had to hope.  One of these angles has to--

[i]CLICK[/i]

Her wrists were free.

She gave a prayer to the Omnissiah for his teachings and thanked the simple spirits within the shackles for obeying her commands.  Quickly she brought over her mechadendrite  It was similarly locked.  Normal keys required to unlock the metal sleeve her tools had been stored in.  It took much less time now, given her familiarity with this particular spirit.  With another prayer of thanks, she stood up finally unfettered.

[i]Okay, Adept.  Now you just need to be useful.[/i] she thought, moving to the door.  This one took more effort than finesse.  The bolt was almost too heavy.  With a grunt and a metallic slip, she was able to push the door open.  [i]...useful.  Right.  How are you going to help a pirate takeover?[/i]

She looked one way and then the other, hoping that the cell keep was gone.  He'd likely be called to defend the station, not watch the obviously secure and helpless prisoners.  Her true escape was opposite her.  There was a maintenance access.  Unlike her cell, this required a complex mechanism to open, driven by a unique key handed out to very select members of the colony.

Just like the one stored within her Mechadendrite.  She was in the hallway for a heartbeat's moment before she crossed and inserted her key into the lock.  A quick request of entry was prayed and power applied from her Luminen Capacitor.  A moment later, the door unsealed and she vanished into the maintenance access, closing the sealing door behind her.

Inside the red lit tunnels, she had a sense of bearing.  These conduits carried vital information from one side of the colony to the other.  Every pipe was sealed with sacred runes and unguents.  Breaking one open would be a horrific crime, so she climbed upwards.  They had a dataport, a way of properly addressing the sprites being sent to and fro within the system.  She would pay her due respects there, and then attempt to see who exactly was attacking.