Okay, here is another installment for your viewing pleasure. I know I said about big chapters but I just couldn't help myself with this one. It seems I might be gearing up for Uni now that it is almost time to start it again. So yes, updates could be slow incoming. Depending on the mood I'm in and if I have the brain power to write. So just bare with me as I finish this up. I don't know how many chapters are left, but don't worry about it. I am enjoying writing this story. So enough of me rambling on, onto the story.
Cybernetic Mango: hopefully this will answer some of your questions. Enjoy!
Don't own anything but my characters including my cyborg. So no point in suing me.
Please read and review! Hi ho, hi ho, onto the brain melt down, we go.
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CHAPTER 8: CHANGE IN FLIGHT PLANS.
He stood staring thoughtfully over pass the blinking machines as he waited for a result to come back from the blood sample that he had taken from both of the breeders. Looking towards the tall one again as something keep playing on his mind about that mark on her lower back. It would seem a most strange place to have one there but it was just out of his reach as he silently cursed himself for not paying close attention on some of the worlds that they had visited. Even managed to help integrate them into the future trading deals that they could make with them. He slowly blinked his eyes as he watched the short one fidget in her sleep. The machine sounding out as her heartbeat picked up in rhythm as dots of water appeared on her forehead.
Quickly covering the small distances between the two unconscious patients, he tapped on the screen into the brain patterns. Studying her sleeping patterns was something that he was interested with. It was something he keep silently to himself of course. If it was well known, he would be kicked off the crew in less time it took to blink. He figured she was only in the deep part of her sleep patterns so he silence the alarms before they brought his assistant into the same room. He had very little time for his incompetency with what small amount of work that they had to do. Stretching his over tired muscles, he leaned against the wall as he felt his eyes starting to slide shut from lack of sleep and very little intake of food. If you could call it that. Figuring it would be a while before the results came back to him anyway. He dozed lightly while keeping a trained ear out for any and all alarms.
He jolted awake when he felt an unfamiliar hand land on his shoulder. His hand coming out to grab the wrist before he twisted it to the intruders back, holding them there until his eyes focus onto who was in his grasp. Jerking like he had been shot, he drop the arm immediately as he hung his head. He had not realise that Kuerso had caught him napping on the job. The fact he was the only qualified doctor on board did not mean much to the man in front of him. He waited for the back of his hand to contact with some part of his face, he scrunched his eyes, his body tense as he waited for the hit to come. His head jerking up in surprise when nothing happened at first. He waited as he saw the expression that crossed over his commanding officer's face. His wrists could almost feel the chains again as he tried not to shudder at the memories of being in them.
"What are you doing?" Kuerso snarled through his gritted teeth.
"I was napping, sir!" Medic One stammered out as his skin went redder still.
"And why is that, may I ask?" Kuerso lifted his eyebrow as he waited for the doctor to answer his question. He was torn between congratulating him on his hold or toying with him for a bit longer. He was bored and in need of torturing someone to relieve that boredom. He was tightly controlling his face as he watched the medic gulp before opening his mouth only to have it snap shut.
"I was tired." Medic One finally snapped out. He started to mutter something else under his breath when his analysis machine chimed that it was done with the sample. Pulling away from the wall, he stalked over to snapped at the buttons. Not daring to touch the screen in fear of breaking another one again. Sighing as it was only the shorter ones results that had been analysed. Shaking his head as he moved over to another machine, placing commands into it.
"Any information about the breeders yet?" Kuerso silently moved around the room as he studied the two females that laid on the tables. He wondered why he had brought them. He did not want anything to do with that but Medic One wanted them. Shaking his head at his thoughts, starting to feel very uncomfortable in the same room with the smaller female.
"No, not really." Medic One scratched the back of his head as his eyes stared off into the distance. "The smaller one is free of diseases and has no abnormalities in her blood. She seems to be strong. I am yet to scan their wrist bracelets as of yet..." he slapped his forehead in his ignorance of not doing that first. Being too busy repairing the damage that the crew had dealt out to the females. "Can you pass me that tool to your left?" Pointing in the general direction of where it was.
"Where?" Kuerso looked over everything not knowing what he needed. He was no medic nor even an assistant. He decided to move in reverse when the wild look was swung onto him. Holding his hands up in surrender when Medic One marched over to what could pass as a work bench and pulled the tool he needed. Holding it in front of him as weapon.
"Go. I have work to do." Medic One pointed to the door as he swung back around to the females. Knowing that he could get a few bit of information about them from it. Standing to the side as he held the tool, he scanned the smaller one first. Leaning over to peer at the screen that was attached to it, a grasped left his mouth. He did not believe his eyes as he read the name that was peering back at him. Hoping to gather more information about the smaller breeder, he tapped more buttons but nothing more came. It had seem that the other party did not want people to know who they were. He approached the taller one as he gently lifted up her hand to stare at the fingers. He shifted the hand around before he held the scanning tool to her bracelet. He stared at the screen when no information appeared on it. Groaning at his own misfortune of having the only two females in the universe of not having the ability of being found.
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Clearly it was time to have a sleep period when he felt his head hit the desk again in the last five minutes. He could not work out why the sample was taking so long. It should had been done at the same time. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he drew his hand through his hair. His fist hit the desk in the frustration that was building. Standing up, he headed over to the computer to make sure that things were running smoothly. He turned towards the door with the intentions of heading to his bunk. Maybe a few hours of sleep would make his brain work properly. Stumbling as he lost his balance as he fought to keep his eyes open. Not noticing the eyes that followed his progress.
"Do you always watch from afar?" A voice whispered. Making the person swing in different directions to see the face that had spoken to him "Are you sure you chose the right path?"
"Yes." He whispered back fearing that it was all in his head. The shadow stepped out to circle him as he held his head.
"You know you can not get rid of me that quickly." A finger ghosted down his jaw. "I am in your blood." A soft breathe tickled his ear. "I am your very essence." The lips curled around his lobe, making him jump. His body shivering at the nearest of the presence. His eyes nearly rolling up into his head as his breathing became ragged. "Your mine!" It snarled as his arms were pinned to the wall.
"No." He snapped as he pushed himself away from the wall, bolting down the hallway. Shouldering his way through the group that had rounded a corner as he tried to pass them. Listening to the evil cackling voice that he was trying to flee from. "You will never have me!" he shouted as he slammed himself onto the ground, covering his ears. His deranged eyes searching the area.
"Medic One, we have a problem." A voice comm as shouts filtered through the connection.
"Subdue him at all costs. I'm on my way." Medic One replied as he cursed the situation. Deciding to take a detour back into his lab for the much needed supplies. Bundling the supplies under his arm, he took off running to the emergency. Skidding to a halt when he rounded the corner. His eyebrows shot up in disbelief at what he was seeing with his own eyes. His body moved into action as he pulled the fast acting sedative from his bag. Almost sighing sadly as the person in front of him struggled with it, pain coursing over his face before his body stiffen up and then relaxed in the final stages of it. He could never figure why everyone always reacted like that, looking at the trigger in his hand.
"What was that all about?" Someone voiced.
"Move him into a cell. Keep a watch on him." Medic One shook his head. "I'm off to sleep. Please refrain from interrupting me unless it is a death." He snapped at everyone, glaring to make his point known. When he got all their nods of agreements, he cleaned up the area before moving away from it. Shaking his head that they have a psychotic team member on board. Taking a mental note to have a talk with Hig'ope.
"One, wait up!" A voice sung out from behind him.
"What?" He grounded out through his gritted teeth. He was tired and held no patience for anyone be they friend or foe at this present moment. Even going so far as to nearly damn his creators for making him a doctor. Pulling himself up short on that thought pattern. He was over tired if the truth be known. Rubbing the bridge to his nose as he tried to hold himself up from falling over. His eyes drooping as he turned around to the new comer.
"You alright?" He asked as he stared at the medic in front of him.
"Yes, tired is all. I would like to sleep sometime this year." Medic One snapped out. "Now, Dem'icane. What is it that you wanted?"
"Just wondering what happened back there?" Dem'icane's face redden at the look that Medic One threw at him. Making him rub the back of his neck in sudden nervousness.
"Deep space sickness." Medic One shrugged his shoulders. He could not say anything until he had done further testing on the crew member. "Now, if you will excuse me. I have a bed that has my name on it." Indicating that he was not going to answer any more questions. Walking away muttering under his breath about nosy crews and torture making Dem'icane gulped at what the medic was saying.
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Kuerso paced the bridge as he thought about the actions of the Jeromaian male in the hallway. Something was not reading right about that particular situation. He turned when he got to the wall, rubbing at his brow. So deep in thought that he had no way of telling his superiors of what had happened, let alone how it had happened. He could blame it on the two new breeders but he did not think that was it either. He quickly pushed that thought aside as they scanned through the frequencies. Surly by now, someone would have started to chase them. He had hoped that was the case, but it had seem so little a possibility now.
"Set co-ordinates for Tollenfray." Kuerso snarled out to his navigation officer.
"But sir...Is that a good idea?" His head swung around to glance with a shocked expression on his face towards Kuerso.
"I don't care what you think. We are heading home." he snapped back as he move until he stood directly behind the officer. Flexing his fingers as he struggled to retain the urge of throttling him. "I did not ask you to think but do. And now!" He gritted through his teeth. A steely look entering his eyes as he stared him down.
"Yes, sir." He muttered as his fingers flew over the keys plotting the course to the home planet.
"Is Medic One awake yet?" Kuerso questioned the communication officer.
"That will be a negative, sir." The voice droned out. Shifting slightly in his seat. "But one of the breeders are showing signs of awakening."
"Blast it all to the depths." he snorted as he headed towards the door. "Get Medic One now. Direct him to his lab." he yelled as he went through the door. He quickly transverse the ship to met Medic One at the door, who was looking dishevelled in his haste to get there.
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Malea moaned as she clamped her hands to her head. The pain sharp and throbbing as she tried to move it in a way to ease the tension from the whole suddenness of it. Darkness laid on the outside of her closed lids. Making her think it was night for the moment. Her muscles felt tired but none the worst for wear as far as she could discern for herself. Though it felt like she was sitting in an oven, slowly baking as the heat pressed against her skin. Moisture dotted her forehead and upper lip with it. Struggling to open her eyes to see nothing but grey in front of her. Groaning as she allowed her head to fall back down with a resounding thud of it hitting something hard underneath her. Opening her mouth as she drew a deep breath into her aching lungs, she tasted the different gases that mixed in the atmosphere.
Her brows drew together as she knew she had never been able to do something like that before. It was almost like she was being a freak of nature with what she could do. Stopping her thought patterns as another pounding wave overtook her body. Her natural reaction was to grit her teeth together and ride the sensations out, or that is what she thought she could have done. Except for the stabbing pain that followed right along the heels of the first. Tearing her very essence into pieces as she felt her body tense as another wave hit her again. Not leaving much time for her to drew breath into her body. Malea started to feel frighten from the whole experience when just as suddenly, she was able to breath the air without difficulty. She drew in hugh gulps of the sweet tasting air. Grateful that she was not going to suffocate from it now, she relaxed as her body started the long process of healing.
"Guan. Guan." she called out softly. "You awake?"
"I am now!" Guan growled out to her.
"Don't have to be so testy." Malea pouted into the dark. "How do you feel?"
"Do be quiet. These walls have ears." Guan snapped back. Her thoughts gathering behind her closed eyes. Her sensitive nose told her everything she needed to know. That they were not on the transporting ship any more. Are we still captives? She thought as she moved her head to the side. Her hearing picking up on the soft talking outside the door. She grunted in her frustrations as she could not hear what was being spoken behind the closed door.
"Fine, be that way." Malea crossed her arms over her chest. Huffing as she glared in the general direction of her room mate, not having much light to go by to see her properly anyway.
"Are you always like this when you do not get your own way?" Guan enquired as she glanced towards the stubborn female. "Don't answer that question. I think I have my answer already." With that statement, she tried to roll over onto her stomach. Growling when her body refused to co-operate with what she wanted it to do.
"Keep it down." Malea reprimand. "Don't move. It's easier that way." She shifted around on her table to try to get more comfortable. Giving up with an audible click of her teeth. "Wonder what is going to happen now?" She murmured her thoughts out loud.
"I do not know." Guan stated as she pulled her arms to the side. Checking to see how much damage that she had received if any at all. She closed her eyes as she settle into her mediation mind set. Purring as she relaxed them both back into sleep.
Medic One stepped through the door to the sound of purring in the room. Tilting his head to the side as he had only ever heard of one other species ever doing that. It was meant to smooth the mate when it was upset. He filed away this information for later analysis as he moved over to the machine that held the blood samples. The taller ones results were finally through. Shaking his head with what was written across the screen. They needed to take precautions for the crew and they needed them shortly.
"Kuerso, Med Bay." Medic One comm. His eye twitch with thoughts of a way to bring this up without sounding like he feared for his life. Which might be the case if they did not do something soon.
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So who is the borg? Anyone? What is happening to Guan? So many questions. Hehe, suffer.
Please press the pretty green button. Need to feed the staving artist.
So until next time, have a good one!
