7 Points
By Chaoseternus
Del Shakka Mel
Enerina strode confidently into the small, temporary operating theatre that had been set up in her Ha'taks secondary Jaffa barracks, nodding swiftly to the dark skinned man the RSS had found her for this operation,
"Doctor Oliver Wendell Jones I believe?"
"Call me Spearchucker, this is Hawkeye and Trapper John" the neurosurgeon replied, gesturing at the two white garbed individuals hovering over Boomer, "and the gas-passer is Me Lay"
"Right" Hawkeye asked, glancing up from Boomer as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness, "Correct me if I am wrong, but extraction of anything from the brain, especially this deep is very hit and miss, and anything as entrenched as this baby is, you can forget about, so just what the hell are we doing here?"
Enerina had their full and undivided attention as she replied, "The device has largely been disconnected already due to my use of the hand device, however removal of such an extensive item by the hand device is not recommended, so it must be removed surgically. Even a sarcophagus might not be effective as it could easily mistake the device for something that belongs. Whilst you are operating to carefully remove the device, I will be using the hand device to create a general healing field over her body and in particular her mind, in order to stop infection, reduce surgical shock, and minimise any damaged cause as a result of working so deep within the mind"
"What, you think we can actually do this? Your nuts!" Trapper commented.
Enerina glared angrily at the surgeon, impressively enough to force him to take several steps back., "I asked for a neurosurgeon and assistants to perform a delicate operation, I said they had to be the best and they had to be slightly crazy"
"Well" Hawkeye commented, "They got that part right"
"This lady, through no choice of her own has an alien computer in her mind, it has just one intention, the utter destruction of your species, it can, at will, override her dominating her just like a Goa'uld! Do you really wish that fate for anyone?"
"Course not, but unless you have forgotten you're a Goa'uld too" Trapper pointed out.
Enerina's head shot up, her eyes glowing as she glared at the surgeon. Then she slumped, the light fading from her eyes, "No, I hadn't forgotten and I never will. How can I forget that I am a member of the most evil and corrupt race in existence?"
She signed, "But I know I can do what I say, all I need to know is if you can perform your part?"
Spearchucker nodded, entering the conversation at last, "if you can help with the healing device, yes then we can do this, but I may need to ask for more than just a general healing field"
Enerina smiled, slipping the device over her left hand, "Lets do this"
BSG-75 Galactica
Tyrol slumped down, agonised onto the hard plastic and foam chair of the briefing room, the words he had not wanted, never expected to hear ringing through his ears with stunning finality.
She was a cylon, his Boomer was a cylon.
He didn't want to believe it; he didn't want it to be true but he couldn't shake off the strong feeling within him that told him it was true.
"It may be possible to remove the cylon technology, we have an ally with advanced healing technology, they have been attempting to remove the device since we picked Boomer up, and they seemed hopeful, they had managed to disable it" Ross continued sympathetically.
Her words sparked a torrent of disbelief in the room as they registered; disable technology planted within the mind? Impossible!
And yet…
"What" Tyrol swallowed deeply "what are Boomers chances?"
"I'm not sure, I'm no doctor, but they seemed pretty confident on the Del Shakka Mel"
"Then we can but hope," Adama briskly added.
Del Shakka Mel, 2 Days Later (Fleet Unmoved)
Tyrol jumped as the small, shrunken figure on the bed rolled over, groaning, then moaning in pain, her hands rising to her bandaged head as she slowly awakened to the pain etched into her every nerve.
Gasping, she shot up straight, Tyrol jumping forward, catching her before she fell back to the bed.
Boomer stiffened, then quietly asked "Tyrol?"
"I'm here, I'm here"
"I thought I heard you, but you were on Galactica… Did they find the fleet? How are you? How is the fleet? What happened?" Boomer stiffened, the movement sending jagged spears of pain through her body, "Enerina… How is she? The last Op drained her so badly and she didn't have time to recover properly, Tyrol, how is Enerina?"
Tyrol hesitated, looking over the temporary ward to its sole other occupant.
Boomer caught the movement, "Tyrol…"
"She's alive, more than that…" Tyrol hesitated, "She has a greater chance than anyone else of surviving but they have no record of coma in a host before, it has just never happened they say"
"She saved me, and she risked all to do it" Boomer muttered, awed and confused.
"I know love, I know"