Gollee Posted December 8, 2014 Share Posted December 8, 2014 (edited) Just been looking through my documents, and I found a few, old, retconned stories; unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the future based one; with Lysanuh Dilgan, Tristhine, David Riden, A random NPC medic mook, and Michael Tool. However, I did manage to find a few decent ones, so you can laugh at the poor writing skill of the younger me. I will probably try and rewrite that story, so if anyone wants their characters involved, for a maximum of 5; feel free to post here, or PM me; be aware though, it is based in out of date lore, where Inis was, as eloquently put by Rusty, a "Freaky mutant bitch hulk." Inis' old personnel record. Case file: #7449568_Inis Truesight Subject name: Inis Truesight Subject Age: [CLASSIFIED] Subject Gender: Female Subject Appearance: Height: 6’3” Skin colur: very pale pink, almost white Eye colour: Purple Hair colour and style: Cyan blue, waist length Body shape: Quite Thin Distinguishing marks: large scar on the back of left hand. Irises are ragged. Distinct curving marks all over skin, spreading out from Torso. Long, pointed ears. Subject employment record: Trained at East Cevalon college as a Psychiatrist. Begins work as a junior Psychiatrist on SMV Cartographer, prior to the Cartographer Incident. After the Cartographer Incident, the subject was transferred to Jail Officer by Captain Cedric Faros. Psychiatric evaluation: Subject has undergone multiple psychiatric evaluations since the Cartographer Incident, despite protests from the Subject. “The Subject is very introverted and withdrawn; the subject seems to have a very low self-esteem, seeing herself as a freak, or a mutant. The Subject acts very coldly when under stress, I suspect that the events of [REDACTED] have permanently affected the Subject’s Psyche, resulting in the Subject creating a tough outer shell towards others, despite what she feels about herself. I believe that the Subject thinks that the shell was created for three reasons, one: to keep people away, the Subject does not wish to form relationships due to the Subject inevitably [REDACTED]. Two: to keep people away so the Subject doesn’t have to trust anyone, due to the constant [REDACTED] by the [REDACTED] due to the Subject’s unique [REDACTED]. Three: The Subject wishes to keep people at a distance so she cannot form a bond with anyone, so if they were to die in a [REDACTED] then the Subject will not have lost a friend.” Training: The Subject has had a level of medical training, this lends itself well to first aid and forensics, however her combat skills are lacking, she has an advantage in close combat due to her [REDACTED] however, at range, she is at a significant disadvantage, due to the interruption of her training under Cedric Faros, after his death due to [REDACTED] Important notes: After the Cartographer Incident, the Subject gained [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], and as such, is a major asset to the company, however, due to these abilities, the Subject is also wanted by the [REDACTED] it was a capture mission by [REDACTED] that lead to the death of Cedric Faros. Notes [CLASSIFIED][ACCESS_LEVEL_COEUS] The Subject needs to be kept safe, but she also needs exposing to adverse conditions, if we are to find the true extent of her abilities. [GENERAL LARIN TORNAK] Negative General, the Subject is already temperamental, exposure to too much more will likely render her intractable. [HIGH INQUISITOR CARLA HELIOS] High Inquisitor, with all due respect, you have no authority over the placement of the Subject, I suggest you go do something useful. [GENERAL LARIN TORNAK] General, If the subject is exposed to too much trauma then she will be useless to us, more Psychiatric evaluations and appointments are needed. [HIGH INQUISITOR CARLA HELIOS] Carla, I doubt you know the slightest thing about war and logistics, you are a woman after all, so I suggest you go back to complaining about the lack of separate sex bathrooms, you have no place in important files. [GENERAL LARIN TORNAK] General, consider yourself reprimanded, you have little to no combat experience, even less with a subject like this, and if I ever find you turning official files into your own private war against women again, then you will find yourself in a very unpleasant position. [CHAIRWOMAN LAURA CALUS] A planet I made at Hellfirejag's request for his Draenei lookalikes on Apollo, it was never used. Haven Planetary statistics: Mass: 2.1499884x1024Kg Volume: 6.49926x1011Km3 0.598392Gs Surface area: Land: 36% Water: 64% No Known Satellites Low Tectonic activity 0.9AU from star Atmosphere: 74% Nitrogen 23% Oxygen 1% Carbon Dioxide 2% Trace gases Continental layout: Haven has a Pangaeic layout, with the majority of the landmass forming a single continent, Sanctuary, just south of the equator. Sanctuary: Surface area: 100994256km2 Sanctuary is the only continent of Haven, though there are other islands in the ocean. Sanctuary is primarily Savannah, due to it’s location near the equator, and the closeness to Haven’s star. The upper edge of the continent is a very hostile desert, the Sul’nivar, due to the very high heat near the equator. There is a mountain range, the Curlar’tise, in the centre of the continent, though it is quite gentle when compared to many ranges on other planets, it reaches a maximum height of 9000m and covers an area roughly one million kilometres square. Due to the lack of a moon and the small size of the planet, the tidal activity is very low, making sea travel, primarily coastal, very efficient and effective. Because of this, the most settled areas are coastal, with small towns and villages near the centre of the continent, primarily agricultural. Notable Features: A desert runs across the northern most area of the continent, it is inhospitable; however, large mineral deposits lead to colonies being formed. A huge mountain range in the centre of the continent, it has some useful resources. Population: 2,500,000,000 The majority of the population lives on Sanctuary, though some few thousand do live on the oceanic islands, the highest population density is on the coastline, though some anomalies do exist, such as the ancient capital city of Sorka’lisine, which is situated in the north east of the continent, on a trade route between the desert and the most populated coast. Sul’nivar desert: The Sul’nivar desert is a massive expanse of salt flats and sand to the far north of Sanctuary, it often reaches temperatures of over 750C, however, it was found to be very rich in minerals such as Iron, Magnesium, Cobalt, Copper, Nickel, and many other minerals important in manufacturing. These mineral deposits lead to the creation of a number of environmentally sealed mining colonies, which use the high ambient temperature to turn water to steam for power. The miners were forced to go out in sealed pressure suits to collect minerals, until quite recently when robotics overtook the industry, making it much safer. The Curlar’tise mountain range: The Curlar’tise are the centre of the continent of Sanctuary, they are relatively sparely populated, due to the low amount of natural resources, however, the Colony ships of the Lifewards are constructed here, and then launched from the peak of Cular’un, at 9000m in the air, due to the low gravity, this allows them to launch ships with much less effort than other species, which is likely why they have advanced so far in space travel. The Capital of Sorka’lisine: This is the capital city of Haven, and the ancestral and cultural centre of the Lifeward species. The city is small compared to the cities of other planets; it is less than 15 miles in diameter. It contains the only spaceport of Haven, situated on the eastern edge of the city. At the centre of the city once stood a large palace, the place where the leaders of the Lifeward met to govern their race, however, it was torn down to construct a massive cathedral to the Lifebinder, which now dominates the city. The city prospers and grows due to it being on an intersection of trade routes between the Sul’nivar, the coast, and the ship construction industry in the Curlar’tise. Due to the lack of trees, most of the buildings are constructed from stone, or metal. A section of the capital was destroyed after a Midigar attack, though repairs are ongoing. The Oceanic Isles: The Oceanic Isles are a number of small scattered islands throughout the ocean of Haven; the islands are never larger than 100km2 and between them, contain no more than 6000 Lifewards, the Isles subsist by fishing and selling their navigation expertise, either to the ocean trade, or to the colony ships. Rural areas: The vast majority of the Lifewards live on the developed coastline, however some live in the centre of the vast continent, either on large farms, or in a nomadic lifestyle. Many of the permanent houses in the rural areas are made of turf, or occasionally stone, due to the lack of trees. On the farms, large amounts of native crops are grown, and then sold to the coastal areas, which would otherwise survive on fish from the Oceanic Isles. The Nomadic Lifewards follow a more traditional lifestyle, from when the Lifewards were hunter-gathers who moved constantly, their hooves working well with the hard ground of the Savannah-like terrain. The nomads are sceptical of other Lifewards, and some openly mock the followers of the Lifebinder, though this is rare, as they follow the traditional Lifeward gods. Coastal Areas The majority of the Lifewards live on the coastal areas, with the highest density being on the east coast, the towns mainly subsist on fish, and grains bought from the farms in the interior of the continent, the vast majority of the Lifewards technological, biological and medicinal research is done in the coastal towns, as the capital is primarily for culture. Town to town trade is done primarily through the ocean, and many of the towns have highly developed ports and ship building facilities. Inis' old origin story. NMV Cartographer, 2nd of the 3rd, 2451. The Shuttle slowly coasted into the dock, locking in place with a shudder, the five people on board stayed sitting, there was to be an inspection before they could leave the shuttle. Inis Truesight was sat in the corner, clutching her backpack to her chest, visibly nervous about the entire procedure. Inis was very tall, and slender, with vivid cyan hair, reaching halfway down her back, most of her hair was tucked behind two delicate pointed ears; her eyes were a dull green, her skin was quite tanned, like she spent a lot of time in the sun. The shuttle airlock opened with a hiss of compressed gas, and two security officers came on board, armoured and armed, energy guns swinging from their belts. One of them snapped his fingers, “line, now, papers out.” The five new arrivals quickly lined up, fumbling for their transfer papers, Inis was at the back of the line, sweating now. The officers looked at the first set of papers, belonging to a tall, unpleasant man, who had taken great delight in telling Inis about the incredibly strict security, and how, if her papers were out, even slightly, that she would be arrested. One of the officers looked over the papers, “Hmm, Daniel Bose? Cargo Technician? Your papers are in order, you may proceed,” Bose gave a smirk, and stepped out of the shuttle. The other three passengers were cleared without incident. Inis moved up next to the officers, they had to crane their necks to look at her face, “Damn, you are tall, where are you from?” One of the officers said, while the other checked her papers. “Sto- Stormswrath, The gra- gravity is 0.8 of Earth Standard.” Inis stammered, looking down at the ground. The other guard looked up, “You are that Psychiatrist trainee? Thank god, Neil is over worked, he will be glad to have some help.” He handed back Inis' papers, “Stay safe,” He said, escorting her off the shuttle. Outside the shuttle stood quite an old man, with a Psychiatrist ID on his suit, “Miss Truesight?” Inis nodded, “Yes, I was told you would arrive soon, follow me, I will explain what we do here, in the office” Inis nodded again and followed the man. When they reached the office, he turned around, “Oh! Sorry, how rude of me, I am Neil Tia; I am the senior Psychiatrist for the station.” He held out his hand for Inis to shake. She took it carefully still distrustful, remembering what Bose had told her. Neil didn't notice, he turned around again, and opened the door, “Right, your desk is over there,” He indicated a small metal desk on the far side of the room, “But first, I need to tell you what we are doing here, “He pointed to a chair in front a large wooden desk in the centre of the room, Inis sat down. “I don't know if you were briefed on the shuttle here, but I am going to tell you anyway, Nanotrasen has assigned this ship to this planet, it has also issued instructions limiting crew interaction, everyone stays on ship, there are no shift changes, no one comes to relieve us, the standing orders are that we can sleep seven hours in twenty four, and that we cannot leave our departments except for medical reasons, or it is authorised by the departmental head.” Neil sat back in his chair, “Because of this, people are getting....strained; we are here to prevent any mental problems that may develop, within the crew, or within the security department.” Inis nodded, glancing around, “Yes sir, what do you want me to do?” Neil sat forward and began organising files on his desk, “First, I want you to observe me when I am dealing with a patient, after a few days, I will give you a few of the easier ones to deal with, to see how you handle it, but right now, you must be exhausted from the journey over, get some rest and some food, you can begin tomorrow.” Over the next two months Inis slowly learnt about the various mental instabilities that had arisen amongst the crew, she was pleased to note that most of it could be eased with a simple chat, to ease the loneliness of the patients, she was also happy to hear that Bose wasn't adjusting well, his superiority complex didn't sit well with the security team, he was in and out of the brig several times for disrespect and ignoring orders. As the time passed, there seemed to be a growing resentment in the crew, mainly directed at the aloof security team, Inis and Neil heard about several brawls that had broken out, alienating the crew even more. Inis and Neil knew better, the security team was just as strained as the crew was, by the orders, one officer had a full-scale breakdown in their office, he had to be issued heavy doses of Citalopram, and given several evaluations by both Neil and Inis, before he recovered to some degree. All the while, the resentment was growing. Inis was just clearing her desk for the day, when a juddering boom echoed through the station, Inis let out a gasp, “What was that?!” She turned round to stare at Neil; he looked as shocked as she did. “I don't know... Stay here, I will take a look in medbay,” Neil moved slowly over to the door, opened it, peered out, and then left. Inis sat at her desk, shaking and shivering. Neil came back at a run, “Shit! It is a rebellion; there are five dead officers out there!” He looked at Inis, “Oh no.... you are going into shock,” He moved over to Inis and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently, “No... Come on, pull yourself together, we can't help if you are unconscious,” Inis kept her gaze locked on the ground, “Hey! Look at me,” She raised her gaze to look at Neil's face, “Damn it...” He muttered, searching his pockets, he pulled out a syringe, “Right, stay calm, okay?” Inis nodded, still shaking. Neil rolled her sleeve up and found a vein; he wiped the injection site down with some anaesthetic and emptied the syringe into the vein. Inis gave a gasp and closed her eyes, slowly the shaking ceased, and she opened her eyes again, and stood up, “Thank you.... but what are we going to do?” She started collecting some medicines that were in the office, stowing them on her belt and in her backpack. “ I don't know.... but we have to try and help, the rebels shouldn't attack us, as far as they know, we are with them.” he nodded, “Yes, I know what we should do, if we go to the Cargo bay, we can get on the shuttle back, maybe? Get Centcom to send help.” he nodded again, “We had better get moving” They made their way out into the medbay corridor, there was blood everywhere, someone had obviously detonated a bomb or grenade in the middle of a group of officers, and while it wasn't enough to breach the hull, it was easily enough to splatter the officers all over the corridor, A chemist ran up to Inis and Neil, “HA HA! Time for payback! Security is going down!” His lab coat was splashed with blood, he ran up to Neil and forced a syringe gun into his hand, “Go shoot someone!” he gave Inis a grenade, “Go blow someone up!” And then he ran off, laughing, wiping his hands over the blood soaked walls. Inis and Neil stood, shell-shocked for a moment, staring at the scene; the largest chunk of flesh they could see was about the size of a fist, the officers had been obliterated. It was Inis that roused from the stupor first, still having medication in her blood, “Sir, we need to move,” Neil nodded slowly, beginning to move around the pile of flesh, “Yes... Cargo...” They left the dead officers behind, leaving medbay, and heading towards Cargo bay, along the way they found more dead, beaten to a pulp, stuffed in corners, the floor was slick with blood. When they reached Cargo bay, they were met with a surprising sight, Bose was there, with a sub machine gun, watching over three captured and injured officers, “The Syndicate will pay me good money for you three,” He gloated, flourishing the gun, he stopped and spun round, pointing the gun towards where Neil and Inis were hidden, “Show yourselves!” Neil and Inis stepped out, hands in the air, Bose lowered the gun, “Ah, good, medics, I have some cuts and bruises.” He leered at Inis, which was difficult as she was a head taller than him, but he managed. Neil moved forward, to inspect Bose's wounds; he deliberately positioned himself between Daniel and Inis, blocking her from view. He ran a health scanner over Bose, “Hmm, you have some burn damage, I have some Kelotane here,” He pulled out a syringe, Bose grimaced, shifting from one foot to the other “Got any pills, I don't like needles” One of the officers snickered. “I am afraid not, just the syringes.” Neil pulled out some Anaesthetic pads. Bose shuddered, “Fine, just be quick about it” Neil nodded and rubbed the patch on Bose's arm, he injected Bose with two syringes full of the liquid. Bose nodded his thanks, and then stumbled, his eyes unfocused, “yOuk...” He slurred, he aimed his gun at Neil, and then slumped over as Inis clubbed him over the head with a crowbar. He dropped to the ground, unconscious. Inis dropped the crowbar, shaking, “Is... Is he dead?” Neil knelt down and checked his pulse, “no, though you did a real number on his skull” He stood up, and moved over to the officers, cutting their restraints with a knife he had got from Bose. Inis hurried over as well, applying bandages and ointment to their wounds. “Thank you,” said one of the officers, the one who had chatted to Inis on the shuttle, “Now we have a chance” he rubbed his wrists, “I have an idea about what to do about him.” he pointed at Daniel, “He took our guns and belts, but he neglected to check my bag,” he searched through his bag. “Ah, yes, here it is,” he pulled out an implant injector, “Loyalty implant, lets see if we can lay a trap, Inis, take his ID, and get our guns from Cargo bay” Inis nodded and grabbed the ID, while the officer and Neil knelt down next to Bose, Neil applied bandages and medicine, healing the damage caused by Inis' attack. The officer applied the implant to Bose's brain, ensuring his loyalty. “You can wake him up now, I need him able to speak” The officer told Neil, who nodded, apply a syringe of anti-toxin to Daniel's arm. Bose stirred “Urgh... what...” The officer looked straight at Bose, “direct order, do not move, do not alert the rebels in any way” Bose struggled for a moment with the implant, then said in a toneless, flat voice, “yes” The officer stood up as Inis return with the gear. “Is this the stuff you meant?” She asked, passing the gear out to the officers, “Yes, thanks, now, Bose, direct order, tell the rebels that you need back up, two or three men, do not tell them why.” Bose struggled with the implant again, and then said over his radio, “Reinforcements needed at Cargo bay, two or three men.” A moment later a response came back, “yeah, I will send some men back for you; security is down to a handful now” The officers got ready, and as the two rebels came round the corner, they were brought down immediately by laser fire. The officers policed the bodies, taking the equipment, and putting them out of sight, the leading officer looked at Bose, “Direct order, send another call for reinforcements, same parameters as before. This went on for another ten men before the rebels figured out what had happened, Inis and Neil were told to crouch in a sheltered corner, to stay out of the way, but, by this point, they didn't have the men to kill the entrenched officers and deal with this distraction. “Right, they are onto us, we managed to get a lot of them, but there are still more.” The officer told his team, Neil raised his hand tentatively, “Inis and I... We thought about getting in contact with Centcom? Getting them to send help.” The officer nodded, “A good plan, we can get a message out from the teleporter room, we need to head there, collect the gear, lets move” The group set off again, through the abattoir-like corridor, skirting around the bodies of rebels and officers alike, until they reached the teleporter room. “Right... we need to get this open, Neil, I know that you have some electrical knowledge, care to have a try?” Neil nodded, taking a toolbox from one of the officers, The took of the access panel and looked inside, “crap, how do I do this again...” he muttered, testing the wires with a multitool, after ten minutes, he hit the right wire, the door let out a whine and it's power shut down, he quickly pulled out a crowbar and pulled the door open, the team entered, “Right, now to get a message off...” the officer ran over to the control panel and began typing, “Rebellion, NMV Cartographer, Send ERT” he muttered as he typed. He sent the message and sighed; “now we wait, and hope” They were busy organising their supplies when the teleporter activated, and five Emergency Response officers stepped through, aiming their weapons at Inis and Neil, the security officers threw themselves in front of the two civilians, “No! They are with us!” The ERT stood for a moment, then lowered their weapons, the commander stepped forward, “Apologies, Status report?” The security officers and the civilians relaxed, “Most of the crew have rebelled, as far as we know, the rest of the loyalists are trapped at the brig, the rebels have Mechs.” The commander nodded, “Lets move out, you five, stay with us, we will need the extra troops” Neil nodded and moved over to the door, “Yes, I will get us out.” He reached out to open the wire panel, when he touched it, there was a flash of light, and his body spasmed as tens of thousands of volts ran through it, he dropped to the ground, dead in an instant. Inis cried out, and tried to run to him, but the commander grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away, “Don't. You bloody fool! His body will still be electrified!” Inis slumped to the ground, drained. “Damn it... the AI must be subverted” The commander levelled his pulse rifle at the door and fired, burning a hole through the centre of it. The group ran through the opening, one of the security officers dragging Inis behind them, leaving Neil's smouldering corpse behind. The ERT moved quickly, the security officers and Inis had to run to keep up, Inis barely cared where they were headed, she had seen so much death in such a short time, it was too much for her to comprehend. They reached the AI chamber, the commander levelled his rifle at the door, burning through it in seconds, they moved forwards, obliterating turrets with pulse blasts, it was possible to hear the AI, trying to calculate how to stop them; it fell silent when an ion rifle was unloaded into its core. One of the other ERT members walked over to a console, and tapped a few keys, “Cyborgs are disabled, sir.” The commander nodded, and gestured at the door, “To the brig, things are getting worse there.” The group made their way to the brig carefully; the sounds of a fire fight could be heard over the humming of the station. When they rounded the last corner, into the Brig corridor, they saw the remainder of the rebels, many of them having been whittled away by the trick at the Cargo bay; however, they still had three Durand Mechs, which were blasting great chunks out of the barricades that security had thrown up to keep them out. The ERT sauntered up the corridor, cutting down rebels and Mechs with their pulse rifles, the attack had the advantage of complete surprise, and within a minute, the entire group of rebels were reduced to smoking wreckage or carbonised bones. A security officer carefully raised his head above the barricade, and stared at the Emergency Response Team, for about a minute, before realising what they were, he let out a great whoop of joy and ran back into the brig. In less than five minutes the barricades had been dismantled, and the surviving officers began exiting the brig. Of the Security team of forty that had been on the ship, less than ten were left, the rest killed in the savage surprise attack by the rebels, or picked off during the siege. Of the officers from the brig, the Head of Security still lived, he exited the brig last, nodding to the ERT members, and walking up to the three officers that had aided them, “Did anyone else manage to escape like you did?” The leading officer shook his head solemnly, “No sir, we were captured, a cargo tech wanted to sell us to the Syndicate, he would have managed if Inis and.... Neil, hadn't tricked him, without them, all would have been lost.” The Head of Security nodded, then looked at Inis, “Thank you, we owe you a debt, where is Neil? ...Is he?” Inis nodded quickly, looking at the ground, still stunned that her friend and mentor was dead. Suddenly there was a hiss of a door opening, and a scientist stumbled out of a maintenance shaft, he was holding his bowels in with one hand, but in the other he clutched a grenade, one of the ERT emptied his pulse rifle into the unfortunate, but not before the grenade had been primed, as the scientist dropped to the ground, the grenade rolled forward, stopping about three feet in front of Inis. Inis stared at the grenade, the red lights on its side were counting down fast, it would go off in only a couple of seconds, if it did, everyone would die, and Neil would have died for nothing. Inis lunged forwards, landing on the grenade and curling around it as everyone else stumbled back, trying to get away. The grenade detonated, but instead of the bright flash of light, and then nothingness Inis expected, it hissed and released a cloying orange gas, she gasped as the gas burnt through her skin, but she kept curled around the grenade, hoping that everyone else would escape, but then, the pain grew too much, and she lapsed into unconsciousness. After the initial surprise of the attack, everyone reacted quickly, fleeing the scene back down towards the centre of the ship, and the teleporter, to safety. The only person that remained was the Head of Security, remembering what Inis had done, and what she had lost to save the ship, he decided to do the same for her, he grabbed her under the arms an began dragging her away, the orange mist heavily burning him as he did, he gave a cry of pain, but kept pulling, getting Inis out of the plasma gas cloud. The ERT medical officer ran forward to the two of them, the only member to realise that the Head of Security had not followed, he pulled a stasis bag out of his satchel, and unfolded it, then, working together, the two of them stuffed Inis into the stasis field before the Head of security also fell unconscious. Dragging both of them, the medical officer reached the teleporter, and threw them through it, then followed himself, to the NHV Iapetus. On the other side of the teleporter, the two unconscious victims were swarmed under by doctors immediately, strapping them to roller beds and taking them to the treatment centre, it took only a few hours to treat the Head of Security, he had only had minor exposure to the toxin, he was given intensive chemical treatment to flush the plasma poisoning from his system, but within a day he was back at full strength. Inis was a completely different case, she had suffered fifteen times the lethal dose of plasma, yet she was still alive. The doctors considered euthanasia, but the Head of Security would not allow it, he ordered them to place her on life support for as long as needed for her to recover, despite the doctors claiming that a recovery would take longer than her entire lifespan, but the Head of Security did not relent, and the doctors reluctantly followed his orders when the ERT commander agreed with him. Over the next four months, Inis lay in a deep coma, her body seemingly unable to repair the damage from the plasma. The continued cost of the life support was mounting however, and a decision was made to turn off the life support at the end of the fifth month. Five days before the life support was to be disabled, the doctors noticed a rise in Inis' brain activity, as well as her vital signs, they watched in astonishment as she began to regenerate the lost tissue and repair her damaged organs. In less than an hour from when the process began, she awoke to find two Directors and a High Inquisitor standing over her bed, watching the process. Within two hours she could speak, with some difficulty, and move her fingers and toes. By the third hour, she had recovered nearly all of her range of movement and, though unsteadily, was able to walk around her room, much to the concern of the doctors. Upon hearing of this amazing recovery, the Head of Security returned to the Iapetus with all haste, he entered her room as she as talking to the Directors. “The last thing I remember... was the pain of the grenade... it hurt so much... then, nothing, until I woke up here, what happened to me? My skin... my eyes...” Inis said, her voice grating from lack of use. One of the Directors leaned in, “We don't know what happened... precisely, but we know enough to be interested- ah! Officer!” The Head of Security saluted, “Sir, I came as soon as I heard,” He looked at Inis and smiled, “You have recovered?” She looked at him and nodded, and he was shocked to see that her eyes, once a dull green, had changed colour to a vivid purple, and her iris was ripped and ragged. That however was not the only change, before the event, she had had quite tan skin, now however, it was nearly white, with swirling grey marks across it, all spreading out from where the grenade had been, Inis saw him looking at the scars, “It was where the plasma burned me, it didn't heal fully...” She looked down at the ground, her eyes tearing up, “What am I now? A mutant? An experiment?” She jumped to her feet and shoved a doctor over, “Get away from me! I am a freak! Can't you see?!” The head of Security stepped towards her and she swung her fist at him, he caught it. Inis stood for a moment, staring at him, then she collapsed into a heap, sobbing, “Neil is gone; my family think I am dead, everyone I knew on the station is either dead, or I will never see them again...” The High Inquisitor and one of the Directors picked her up carefully, and sat her on the bed, where she curled up into a ball, crying. A doctor came into the room, he was holding a clipboard, looking very excited, he gestured at one of the Directors, a stern looking woman with greying hair, “Ma'am, we ran all the tests we could, look at this!” He passed her the clipboard, she flipped through it, scanning the papers, her eyes widened, “She healed on her own? That fast?” The doctor nodded, nearly jumping up and down in his excitement, “Yes! But that isn't all, look at that bit,” he pointed to a paragraph, “She is naturally producing Telomerase! Her cells don't die of age, technically, she can live forever!” The only noise in the room was Inis' crying, as everyone took this in, “She is immortal? And she can regenerate from that sort of damage?” asked the High Inquisitor, a short, stocky man, with greasy black hair. The doctor nodded quickly, “Yes! The plasma poisoning unlocked a recessive gene in her chromosome twelve, causing her cells to enable Telomerase production. The regeneration is caused by a constantly mutating strand in Chromosome seven, it produces an unknown chemical that allows rapid cellular regeneration,” The Head of Security looked confused, he glanced down at Inis, who was slowly calming down, “But, you need nutrients to create cells, to repair that much damage... she would barely be able to move,” The doctor nodded, looking even more excited, “That is the beauty of it! The mutating gene is opening small Bluespace ruptures, and siphoning that energy off, it is then converted to matter, the amount of energy she can produce is off the scale! She is a living Bluespace reactor! The only reason she didn't regenerate immediately was because it needs time to build up, it can prevent her from dying, and, given enough time, it will heal any wound.” The Head of Security sat down next to Inis, the Directors and High Inquisitor had left the room, to discuss the value of an immortal regenerating employee. Inis was still curled up, shaking, “Inis, are you listening to me?” She shrugged, not looking up, “What do you want?” He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her upright, “You are not a freak, you are a human being, a special one,” She shrugged again, tears still running down her face, “What, so now you are going to dissect me? Try and copy this accident that ruined my life?” She tried to pull out of his grip, but he was too strong, “No! Your DNA is of interest to us, but we aren't going to hurt you to test it, I won't allow them too, you saved a lot of lives on Cartographer, I will not allow them to turn you into a lab rat for your sacrifice.” Inis nodded, slowly, she was beginning to stop shaking, “So, what do I do now? I didn't finish my training, and I doubt I will be allowed to get any more.” The Head of Security nodded, “Yes, you are much more of a security risk now, but I have an idea, my Warden was killed on Cartographer, as of yet, I have not been assigned a new one, I should have the influence... The way you just threw yourself on that grenade, that shows real dedication to other people's safety, if I can, do you want to join my team as a Warden? You would need some weapons training, but your medical and psychiatric knowledge would be a great boost to my team.” Inis sat still for a long minute, staring at the ground as her tears dried, she took a deep breath, then her eyes grew hard, “Yes, sir, I will be a Warden.” The head of Security stood up, and held a hand out to her, she took it, “Welcome to the team, Warden, we need to go talk to the directors, and after that we need to get you some basic training, you will generally stay in the brig, you won't be patrolling, you haven't got the experience yet. Inis nodded, her eyes still blank and ice-cold, “yes, sir” Edited December 9, 2014 by Guest Quote Link to comment
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