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Federation political prisons are not particularly uncomfortable. She's not going anywhere, but she can read, she's considering taking up an instrument, the only really awkward thing is that she doesn't particularly want to be supervised while she's sweating her way through her next pon farr one way or another but that's years off. That and she wishes she'd taken longer to get caught. But she was running out of the really low-hanging fruit anyway.
This is what she signed up for. She makes up imaginary profiles of people on the planets she got to, people who can live longer fuller lives with the stars in reach, one per day. One per day and she'll have loads of estimated impact left unused when she dies. Perfectly reasonable tradeoff and she can still read books.
Someone wants to interview her about Vulcan; they don't want to lose anything that anybody remembers; she gives the interview and then picks up some poetry.
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warpfairy
"Tomorrow once we have mana we could do a planar shift to all planes with Bellas on them, I think I could specify that. Though some of them might be like Materia and eat me."
warpfairy
"Nobody but my mother calls me 'Bella'," remarks T'Mir. "Materia? Eats people?"
subtly_artistic
"Materia's what I decided to name my plane now that there's more than two to factor in. The plane itself only metaphorically eats people but some things on it literally eat people and the plane in general is very dangerous and inimical to the practice of science."
warpfairy
"...that's awful," says T'Mir. "...I would like to name my plane Warp."
Fëanáro and Rúmil look at each other consideringly. "Ours is generally called Arda," Rúmil says, "though that might not be used for the whole plane, now I think about it."
"Warp suits yours," Fëanáro says, "it's the first we've found where you can travel between stars."
"Warp suits yours," Fëanáro says, "it's the first we've found where you can travel between stars."
"You have all kinds of people, and so does Materia, but Arda only has the Quendi, that's us. And it used to be very dangerous but then the Valar invited us to Valinor. Valinor is safe and beautiful and inventing all kinds of things but the Valar are scared and sometimes do stupid things and they exiled Bella so we had to fetch her and then run. My parents are going to miss me so we're trying to figure out how to message them and tell them I'm safe. And it takes forever to grow up, there. I'm a hundred and twenty years old."
subtly_artistic
"Things move very slowly there. I brought a lot of Materian concepts and then built on them very rapidly and they thought I was a bad influence."
warpfairy
"The Federation arrested me for telling pre-warp civilizations how to warp."
Fëanáro bounces. "You're the same! Why aren't people supposed to tell that?"
warpfairy
"The justification is that they should be allowed to develop on their own without interference from farther-along cultures."
"That's really stupid."
warpfairy
"They have historical reasons that make it less stupid, but yes."
"The Valar should interfere less," he says, "but it'd have been awful for them to leave us in the Outer Lands to die. Taking us to Valinor was right. They just should have given us more power over how we lived our lives once we got there."
"The creators of our world."
subtly_artistic
"They do," Bella says, "and so do the Maiar, but they're pretty much gods and it's not a really natural category to count them like another species on Materia or here."
"They're mlliions of years old," Fëanáro says, "and don't understand people."
subtly_artistic
"The Maiar vary more. I'm not positive the Valar were operating with consensus either now that I'm not stuck on my plane and I can think about it more fairly. But yeah, they have serious people skills gaps."