2320:January 1: Happy New Year on Volga-Noc{Ella)

[Romana]

Happy New Year, well depending on what you meant by happy. Romana really wasn't too happy. How she ended up in prison was beyond her. She had went to find some oil and ball bearings for K9. After all Romana had to take care of K9, he was the only thing aside from her TARDIS she had left when she fled Gallifrey. But in the process of finding those things for K9, the Judoon came and arrested her. Course Judoon were mercenaries which meant only one thing that someone had paid them to arrest her. It could have been Rassilon but why would Rassilon use such a crude way to apprehend her? It frankly caused Romana to to sit and ponder the reasons as to why. Although the computerized guard that had processed her had found she was guilty of several things. She guilty of being an accomplice with a known criminal. Romana had a feeling they were talking about the Doctor. Strange how machines could pick that out. Guilty of being a political dissident and seeking violent action to overthrow a political regime. Okay....maybe she had sought to do that after she fled Gallifrey but it had been difficult to do since she had Daleks trying to kill her for thinking she was still the President of Gallifrey.

Being stuck on this prison planet was no fun. But at least K9 was still free and her TARDIS with him. She held out hope that maybe K9 might be able to attempt a prison break of her from here. She was in a cell in solitary confinement. A click was heard and dinner was severed. She looked at the rather unappetizing mess, it looked like some sort of porridge with pieces of meat chopped up in it as well as some sort of veg cut up in it as well. There was also a cup of water and then as if to humor the prisoners, a piece of cake with frosting on it, as a special treat for the new year. She shook her head and said with a sigh, "Happy New Year...."

[Ellador]

Ellador frowned at the dark grey hallways. Technically she wasn't supposed to be here. Volag-Noc was a prison planet, and was always on lockdown. If she got caught, she'd end up in a cell herself.

Ellador looked at the bit of paper in her hand. Someone had sent her a message through the psychic paper, a list of numbers and one word - HELP. The numbers she had recognized as coordinates, all but the last three, which she could only assume were the floor level and the cell.

It had crossed her mind, when she realized where she was, that everyone there wanted her help. Who wants to stay in prison? Nevermind if they were guilty or not. But the one redeeming factor that kept her from leaving again was the paper. Who in this prison had access to psychic messaging? It wasn't exactly a "one phone call" sort of item...

This was it. Ellador check the paper, just to be sure. -14W. Fourteen levels underground, four cells from the end. They were conveniently spaced apart, with heavy doors instead of bars. Ellador turned off her cloaking device and unlocked the door.

[Romana]

Romana made a face at the unappetizing meal, but her stomach was rumbling and she was a bit hungry. She sighed, "What I wouldn't give for a Gallifreyian bar or a pill right about now." Something that would simply fill her up and not look like a baby had thrown up. Romana took up the bowl, closed her eyes and poured the mass down her mouth and quickly swallowed it. The meal was pretty tasteless but it also had a hint of grease to it as well. "Blah..." She put the bowl down and then looked at the piece of cake. "Well at least desert looks promising."

She took a bite of the cake and munched on it enjoyably at least it made the really bad dinner seem like an afterthought. Sadly, it would be till another holiday before something like that was served like that again but her teeth suddenly hit something hard in the cake and she spat it out and she frowned looking at the strange object that she spat out, it looked like a homing beacon. Romana frowned, who would have thought of putting that in her cake. And how did they manage to get it past security to begin with? Romana held onto it and wondered if K9 had managed somehow to get her the help she needed.

Romana frowned she thought she heard something creak and groan in the background. The door seemed to be groaning and the door opened, a thin sliver of light came through. Romana shielded her eyes, as she wasn't use to the light. She had been mostly sitting in a very dim lighted isolated prison cell.