Jetta had, truthfully, never been knocked out before. She kept a good head on her shoulders and knew how to stay out of trouble for the most part.

..for the most part.

But yet here she sat, tied to one of the chairs in one of the meeting rooms, with Yuven and two other Vaadwaur invaders. Groggily, her eyes opened, a slight ringing very persistent in her head. The lights of the USS Morro Bay we’re not back on, but the monitors, the red alert, and the lighting on the floor we’re still in tact.

For some reason, however, where she was had full lighting and power.

“Ah, and she wakes.” The Captain smirked, sitting across from her, elbows on his knees. “Tell me, Captain. How effective was the hit?”

“Pretty. . . ” She started, before looking up. “Pretty shit of a job, actually. You barely got me.” Jetta wearily smirked up at Yuven. His grip on his twisted multi-tool tightened ever so slightly.

“Great. Good to know, I’ll just take this feedback into heavy consideration! Thank you so m–shut UP, Jetta.” He snarled, dropping the sarcastic thank you without a second thought. “God, Starfleet Captain’s are all the same…”

“Glad to know I’m not unique.” Jetta leaned back. “I try to strive for that. What makes me curious is how your ship hasn’t been caught breaking any rules.”

“HAAA! HA! Oh, oh, Jetta!” He lets out a form of sinister laughter. “They don’t care. As long as we get the job done and conquest…”

“Awfully convenient.” She muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Simple. It’s just convenient they don’t seem to care as long as you get the job done. I for sure thought the Vaadwaur would have some form of structure.” She flashes him a smile. Yuven glares.

“We do! We’re not some barbaric wasteland like you’re suggesting. I just happen to be…extra. See, Jetta-” He turns the chair around to one of the screens in the room, now leaning down and propping his head right next to Jetta’s. The monitor flickers to life and shows multiple security feeds–causing the Starfleet Captain’s face to nearly go pale.

It was the last few stragglers not in Engineering.

“See them? I have so, so many of my own men and women who can hunt them down like that.” He snaps his fingers in front of Jetta’s face. “But the game is fun. The thrill of dominating and conquering only gets you so far–but a game of witts and smarts?” He turns the chair to face him. “That holds weight. My whole crew has grown accustomed to the feeling. Me personally? I relish in the feeling.”

“..So you thrill seek. In the form of leveling the playing field?” Jetta inquires. If she can get him to talk more, perhaps she can get him to slip up.

“Not exactly. Normally, we let them all go and give false hope. But this??” Yuven points to the blackout. “This is intense. This is entertaining. It’s new. The new, the untouched–it’s all so exciting. But…”

“But?”

“But now, Jetta? Truly? It’s boring. I see the same thing happening again and again–people fighting, people going after one another. But it’s boring with no real stakes.”He lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Have you always been like this?” She narrows her eyes. Yuven lets out a snort.

“For the most part. My life is quite boring with nothing new to give it thrill…”

“Really then?” Jetta quickly responds. She clears her throat as she speaks. “Then..why not up the stakes?”

“…I’m listening.” Yuven leaned forward.

“Simple.” Jetta took a deep breath; his had to go well, or else it could backfire immensely. But she had to take the risk. “A wager. A bet.”

“In what way?”

“Victory.” Jetta spoke, seeing Yuven’s eyes nearly light up. “With only the current crew of each of ours on board, whoever has the most standing in. . . ” She pauses. “Four hours, wins.”

“And what does winning entail, dear Captain?” Yuven smirked as he leaned forward. Through her binds, she glared at the man.

“You and I both know exactly what you want.” Jetta spoke plainly. “For us, it’s simply full surrender and we get on our merry way. Understand?”

“Clearly.” Yuven leaned in, smiling wide at Jetta. Smiling crazily. It seemed almost as if his whole self had changed at the mention of this new deal. “May the best crew win, Captain Dowe.”