Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Promises and Connections

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Promises and Connections

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Promises and Connections
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The Asimov, as it was once more known as, was docked at Star Base 12. The debriefing was intense. Not anything Bethany hadn’t expected. The crew was allowed no freedom or visitors until cleared. So it was with great glee that Bethany heard a commotion outside the ‘interview’ room and then silence before a most welcome sight entered.

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Bethany and Aasrel were escorted, together, to a large VIP suite of quarters. Bethany had been closed mouthed about it, but Aasrel could tell she knew something. They were let in to a large common living area and then the guards posted outside.

Lt. Cmdr. Gadi, COS

Bethany was getting better with her telepathy, and Aasrel hadn’t caught wind of what was going on throug his returned abilities. The debriefing was… a lot. Bethany said it was expected, though. Aasrel had never been on a mission like that one. There were things he’d promised that were soon to come due that he wasn’t sure he was ready to pay up on. A certain trip to Betazed haunted his mind.

Guards were posted outside as they were lead into a large common living area. Aasrel glanced at Bethany, and then around the room. Still not telling me what you’re up to? He asked, telepathically. He was still re-getting used to his own abilities, after all, and he’d missed them so much he liked using them.

~ Izei, CMO

Bethany grinned, You’ll find out soon enough. She kissed him and winked.

A moment later two doors opened. The first admitted a pair of individuals. A human male with sandy brown hair starting to lighten. He walked with the posture of someone who had seen battle and fighting and survived. He had an infectious grin though. The woman had abrinzed complexion, bright green eyes and long red hair of her Irish heritage, and pointy Vulcan ears. She was wearing a command red uniform with Rear Admiral pips. The second door opened and admitted a human man, older, greying, walking with a limp, in a medical coat, reading a PaDD.

“Bethany!” The admiral walked up to her and shook her hand then took her by both shoulders, raised a single brow, and after a long moment nodded her head. “We will talk.” The man wasn’t quite as reserved. He picked Bethany up on a bear hug, “Hey Kiddo,” kissed her cheek and set her down.

“Aasrel, these are my mentors. Rear Admiral T’Jal Smith and her husband Commodore Jake Smith. T’Jal, Jake, this is Lt. Aasrel Izei.” They both offered him a hand. Jake motioned toward the distracted doctor, “And this is retired Cmdr, Dr Martin.” The doctor nodded his head, but was far too invested in what he was reading.

Lt. Cmdr. Gadi, COS

Aasrel shook their hands politely with a quick, light grasp. “Good to meet all of you.” He said, nodding. Who are these people? He asked Bethany, telepathically. There had once been a time when he was friendlier. These days he mostly shut himself off. He was more reserved.

His empathy picked up all three of them of course, which he paid attention to. With it back, it made him more comfortable to be able to feel their presences, their emotions.

~ Izei, CMO

I told you about them. T’Jal trained me for Intel, her husband and Dr. Martin are the ones that I told you were assimilated. She thought it easily, but there was an undercurrent of apology for bringing up a painful topic.

There was a rush of discomfort and emotional pain, but forgiveness and understanding for bringing it up. Oh, I remember.

“Well come and sit down. Bethany, we have fresh coffee, Lt Izei, would you like some? Or tea perhaps,” T’Jal offered.

Aasrel went and sat down, next to Bethany. “Coffee. Bethany’s gotten me addicted to it.”

Jake sat down across from Aasrel, Martin in the seat beside Jake. The doctor finally looked up. “I understand that your doctors have not been very diligent in helping you become deassimilated.”

Aasrel immediately looked incredibly uncomfortable, but nodded. “Unfortunately there are issues with it that many doctors aren’t willing to risk. Not for an ‘elective’ procedure.”

“We’ve both been there, so we understand how important it is when others do not.” Martin accepted a tea from T’Jal and took a sip before continuing. “As far as the process goes, you were with the collective a short time, so their programs did not have a chance to fully integrate. The plate on your head can be removed. I can not give you real bone, but I can put a prosthetic bone where they removed part of your cranium. There are nodes on the underside of the plate, to allow cybernetic parts they did remove to integrate. It is a delicate process, but I know how to remove it without damage. The plate is designed to short circuit the nerve endings in the skin. Depending on the damage you may always be slightly numb there. I will do a skin graft to regrow your scalp and hair.”

Aasrel nodded. “I’ve been told the damage could be severe, that’s why no one will do it. Honestly, I’ve looked at my own scans, they’re not wrong. But I still want to do it. I want them gone.”

“The prosthetic eye you were given, is the best we have to offer unfortunately. Now for your arm. The tubing is integrated and fused into bone and muscle tissue. It can be removed, but you will most likely have small scars from it, and will need physical and occupational therapy to strengthen the muscles and nerves from the damage of removing them. You will need vitamin and mineral supplements for about a year to assist in the healing.”

Aasrel nodded. “I’ll do it. I’ll do anything. Just get rid of them, please.” He was dismayed about the eye, Bethany would feel, but he understood. There just wasn’t anything better.

Martin took another sip of his tea. “Your leg is another obstacle all together. The cybernetic implant is not only fused to the bone and tissue, but it is regulating the production of red blood cells in your marrow. I have a theory on how to fix it, but it is risky.”

Lt. Cmdr. Gadi, COS

Aasrel gave a long sigh. “I just want them off. I don’t care how. I don’t care about the consequences. So what’s the idea?”

~ Izei, CMO