Recovery in Paradise

Posted on Wed Oct 28th, 2020 @ 8:37am by Commander Arrianna Salannis an Vantar & Lieutenant Victor Barclay de Tolly & Commander Runyon ( Barclay de Tolly )

Mission: Side Mission: The Aftermath of Kronos
Location: Sena Alindar, Primary Medical Complex
1321 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Kayala, Salom, and Soran were beamed into the primary medical complex. A white room with multiple beds. Very sterile and specialized. A more mid-aged doctor approached. "Relax, this will take a while."

The nurses began the process of administering general anesthesia to all the limb sockets that needed to be replaced. Devices were then attached to each limb that began the process of regenerating the limbs. Kayala had both of her legs removed up to the knees. The machines went right to work before her eyes as she watched bone being generated from the sockets, next came sinew, muscle, nerve tissue. and finally after a few moments skin was generated by the apparatus. It felt so natural again. There was just the problem of trying to walk without mechanical servos.

Then came Kayala's right eye which she was put out for the good part of a day, but when complete, after two days of regeneration. She opened both of her eyes in an equally white hospital room with a window. White furniture, three white beds, white everything. Salom and Soran were already inside the room. Dressed in white clothing. Kayala brought up a new right arm and manipulated her fingers. "The Borg should have made sure they got all the Alindari." Kayala smirked. "You know our people's old saying. 'Leave one Virr alive, and the Kepa are never safe?'"

Commander Runyun had two main reasons for coming to Sena Alindar. One reason was to see his brother and sister and the other was to give the three shuttlecrafts which could Time Travel plus the drugs as well. He felt the Alindari were the only ones he trusted with them. So he decided to give them to Captain Doran.

Runyun asks the front desk, "Where are the El Aurians? One is my brother and another one is my sister."

The Receptionist spoke and looked forward a bit. Without even speaking. "Captain Doran will meet you in the secured laboratory, he's overseeing the transfer of classified materials to our Facility 4011 Laboratory. Namely the implants we removed from your brother and sister." There were no secrets with the Alindari, but all of them could be trusted.

"Thank you," Runyun replied. He poroceeded to gonfind them. As he walked, he thought about the message right before he beam down where Commander Pyotr Zhukov along with JAG had caught the guy who killed Tonya's four fiancés. Seeing Captain Doran walking up he says to him, "Hello old friend. Thank you for what you did. I have some items I need to take off my hands. This has to do with time travel. I have been running into too many in the Department who are breaking rules."

"We're apprehensive about time traveling shuttlecraft Commodore. The Scholars College has done numerous studies on the effects of time travel and have concluded that the alteration of the time line can never be predicted, even by the Scholar's most advanced probability matrix, but I will see these shuttles into the right hands. We're already guarding them closely." If there was one thing about the Alindari they were trusted. All of them.

"One of the many reasons why I am giving you them," Runyun says, "There are more humans breaking rules but in all my years, I have never seen a report of your race on my desk."

Doran looked at three tables of Borg Cybernetic Implants. All of them isolated by dampening fields and force fields, as well as several vials containing extracted borg nanoprobes. "They're all going to the Initiative, and they're the most recent examples of Borg Technology. We need to stay ahead of their Technology curve."

"Agreed," Runyun says looking at them. "Remind me why we have taken the most difficult of jobs," he says rhetorically. "Maybe because we do not break rules and we hold everything sacred"

"That happens when your homeworld is destroyed. The Great Exile made us kinder, humble, and strong at the same time. The Alindari are better because we were challenged endlessly to survive. None of what we've accomplished has ever been easy." Doran nodded

"I suggest you get to know Lt. Victor Barclay de Tolly," Runyun suggests. "He seems to know a lot and maybe too much."

Doran smirked. "My sister Arrianna speaks of him."

Runyun's twin brother Soran was under anesthesia when Doran and Runyun finally walked up. "Are any of the other two awake?"

Kayala was busy tending to her husband and kissing his forehead when the two entered. She looked up and looked at her hand. "Amazing, Runyun..." She noted. "This is not a mechanical hand. They've developed synthetic organics. Not just genetic engineering, and this is way beyond simple cloning. A neutral genetic code that prevents the organs they gave us from every being rejected. They gave us our lives back."

Doran smiled. "That's just your physical healing. The Psychologists in our College of Philosphy desire to help all of your emotional trauma from being Borg drones for so long. We want you well when you leave our world."

"They're so kind..." Kayala noted. "They've been challenged a lot. I can feel the insurmountable challenges they've faced surviving the Borg."

"Kayala," Runyun says to his sister, "I will stay here until all of you are awake. Years ago when you three and the rest were captured, I always hoped you would return. Who would have thought someone breakimg the Temporal Prime Directive would cause you to come back."

Kayala nodded. "Yes, It was me. It was strange though. I could hear the collective, but I could choose to disobey. Because I had a concept of being an individual. For seven years I did this, choosing to comply so I wouldn't give myself away." Kayala noted. "It was... endless repeated labor. I wanted so much to see Soran and Salom. I saw Soran while I was attending to repairs one day, and Salom a week after across from me regenerating." She sobbed. "I hated being a drone."

"Listen to what the doctors tell you." Runyun says as he kisses her forehand. "I can only imagine what has happen to you and what you are feeling."

"In the other Reality I saw you two weeks ago," Kayala says holding his strong hands. "We were having a family get together. My children by my first and second husband were there plus the grandchildren. I sure hope they are okay."

"Yes," Runyun says smiling, "Basically their lives are the same in both realities with your grandaughter Serena. In this reality she is married and she has three children of her own. One of them is named adter you."

"How sweet," Kayala twinkled. "Tell me more."

Doran spoke. "Be careful walking Kayala."

"I'm fine, Cap... Whoa..." Kayala dropped to the ground.

Doran chuckled. "Told you Kayala. We had to regenerate your limbs. Also we're going to have to ask you to stay with us here on Sena Alindar for a week. We need to make sure you, Salom, and Soran don't... Regress."

"What do you mean?" Kayala noted.

"Kayala." Doran spoke. "Being a living machine is a horror, but we've conducted studied about the impact being assimilated has on a psyche. Former drones tend to long for the order and consensus of the Collective. Like a cold blanket."

"Take baby steps," Runyun says observing.

Kayala began walking slowly around the room. "It's difficult to use my legs."

Doran nodded. "That's because you haven't been using them, They removed them for synthetic prostheses."

"Amazing work your facility is doing," Runyun says as he felt this was meant to be.

"The Alindari Imperium stands with the Federation until the very end. We've been dedicating ourselves to the laudable goal of defeating the Borg... but we also want to save those who are slaves to the Collective." Doran noted. "We don't like to hurt Commander. We like to enrich life, not destroy it."