DOCTOR WHO: The Odd Life of Nova Sue--PART 2: Discovering

Chapter 11: Jack (Harkness) of All Trades

Nova is sent to the Judoon Prison where she is treated very poorly...that is until she meets a certain Captain with a handsome face and American accent who claims to have been sent by her father to rescue her. Can she trust him?

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The next day at what I guess to be "dawn" (it's hard to tell the exact time of day when you're on a station in Deep Space), I am collected to be sent to the Judoon Prison, per my assigned sentencing. Thankfully, I am escorted with a small group of other inmates that were given a similar sentence as me, so I'm not completely alone. I am also thankful that none of the other inmates make conversation with me and just keep to themselves. However, one person—a buff humanoid alien with the body of a sumo wrestler—continually gives me the evil eye during the entire trip to the prison, which I find super creepy and disturbing. I attempt to ease the growing awkwardness by doing a staring contest with the guy instead, but sadly it doesn't make the situation any less creepy. Oh well, I shrug, worth a shot.

Once we arrive at the prison, we are escorted one-by-one through several processes before being sent to our private prison cells. After being forcefully stripped stark naked (including our underwear), each of us are probed very painfully (at least for me) in the shoulder by a device that inserts a tracking device as a way of tracking various inmates while they're freely wandering the prison. This particular fact comes as a major surprise to me, as most prisons don't allow inmates to leave their cells at any time except for meals; plus, most alien prisons shown in the Sci-Fi movies are very harsh and dirty, and even the inmates are treated just as badly.

I remember the Decontamination Process being particularly bad, as it was super painful, and excruciatingly so. It felt like my body was being melted from the inside out, much like Regeneration but a thousand times worse. In fact, I had a very hard time initiating the Regeneration process to heal myself from the experience not long after I was sent to my cell. Thankfully the experience only lasted a few seconds, but I considered those few seconds to be the worst few seconds of my life. I was also thankful that the Decontamination Process was cut short for me, and I was immediately sent off to the next room, though I had a very hard time getting back up on my feet as I was still in much pain. As I was dressing into the regular prison garbs worn by the inmates here (which are blood-red in color with strange markings on the side in alien calligraphy, like a designation number of sorts), I remember hearing the next person come into the Decontamination Chamber, and he winced slightly but wasn't in excruciating pain (unlike me), which made me envy him quite a bit. I even caught Mr. Evil Eye smirk and snigger at me once he was done being decontaminated, as, much like everyone else, he barely felt a tingle.

Once we're all dressed, we are escorted to our individual cells. Thankfully I don't have to share a cell with anyone, since I'm under the disturbing impression that a vast majority of inmates (especially Mr. Evil Eye) are imprisoned here because of my father. Perhaps this is the very reason why Mr. Evil Eye was giving me the said evil eye to begin with; he likely recognized me as the Doctor's daughter, and just my very presence had sparked much hatred toward me, which makes me afraid to run into him, even by accident; I can't imagine how violent he, and others, might get towards me the next time we meet. This makes me more anxious for Dad to get me out of here as soon as possible before things get especially ugly to the point where Regeneration may not be enough to save my life, especially after learning that killing another inmate, whether accidental or intentional, is apparently fair game here; in fact, any inmate who kills another inmate is highly praised for it afterwards, depending on how bad the inmate that was killed was previously.

Maybe I would've been better off at Stormcage, after all, I thought dismally to myself. Just my luck.

I spend the next few days going through the same boring routine. Most of my time is spent in my prison cell, but occasionally we're able to be released to "exercise" and eat for a few hours three times a day. Of course, when I'm actually in the mood to leave my cell, I spend most of my "Exercise Hours" just standing in a corner away from everyone, not interested at all in talking to anyone or having anyone talk to me, because, more than likely, the people who want to "talk" really just want to pick on and harass me for something my father had done to them way back when, which is absolutely ridiculous, as I had nothing to do with what happened between them, since I wasn't even born yet, but of course the inmates don't give a shit about that.