Back Flash

Who: Trisees, Keto, Rufus
Where: Supply Field B
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Dr. Xavier Keto and Rufus Febuggre had stared, and sat, and paced, in
amazement as the slightly unhinged and deep in pain genius scientist
Lawrence Valcavia Trisees had set about working on a new set of limbs
for himself.
The speed and precision with which he worked were remarkable. Small
transistors, minute calculations, and important circuitry seemed to be
the equivalent of placing one brick on top of another to Trisees. His
deftness and concentration were unmatched and unmetered. It was easy
to see why he had been the most prized student at the S.A.E.C.
Trisees sighed, and looked at the clock. He's made a new arm, a pair
of legs, and a small electronic headband to replace his missing ears
in a little over eleven hours.
"No! I'm slacking," he stated angrily and thumping the desk with his
left arm. "It shouldn't have taken me this long!" He began muttering
self directed curses under his breath as he rubbed the stump of his
right arm.
Keto stepped over to Trisees. "You probably have better surgery
equipment down here than in the Me," he told the scientist. Trisees
nodded.
"Yes, there is an almost sterile operating room connected to my small
abode. All the backup medical instruments should be there, including
a stash of some of your ointments."
Keto and Rufus stared in slight shock at Trisees.
"Always plan for the worst," he said, shrugging.
*
Trisees had been lifted out of his chair and carefully lain down on
the small medibed. Keto recognised it as being a Type II Medibed,
five generations older than the Type VII they had used in the medibay;
which meant it was slightly smaller, a much worse grey colour, and
missing the rolling wheels.
Keto was wearing a medical gown he'd stowed away three years ago when
he first joined the ship, and Rufus had been kitted out in a make
shift plastic bag. All the equipment, he noticed, had been taken from
storage and kept clean and sterile by Trisees. 'Clearly the man had
too much time on his hands when he was alone down here' thought Keto.
The headband had been the easiest thing to attach and required no
anaesthetic. Trisees simply placed it over his hair so that it
covered his forehead and ran diagonally down the side of his head in a
circle. Then he pressed a small button by the side and tiny thin
electrodes snaked outwards and into his skin, plugging directly into
the brain where they fused with his long destroyed auditory canals.
The legs and the arm were very robotic in appearance. Smoothed and
rounded dark black metal legs with long thin orange led's lining the
edges. The arm was almost identical, rounded black metal with the
same orange lines of led's running along its outside. At the end of
the arm, Trisees had had to improvise. In place of fingers, he'd had
to use the nearest possible things available and had chosen to attach
four Skutter claws to the end. He'd given them more joints and better
control, but there was no mistaking where they'd come from.
"Trisees, I'm going to have to administer the aneasthetic now, ok?"
Keto said, looking at a 2080's syringe with awe at its condition. He
flicked it gently and squeezed a small bubble of air from it, before
looking at his pateint. Trisees nodded silently and Keto responded
injected the sedatives into his bloodstream, both of them unaware that
they'd mutated over the course of the decades of storage.
His world gently swirled, faded to black and Trisees fell unconscious.
As Keto began his surgery, the mutated sedatives started their side
effects and Trisees mind regressed backwards until it reached a
section of time he'd desparetly been trying to forget the past few months.
*
Trisees opened his eyes to see he was no longer a one armed, paralysed
deaf scientist but had all of his faculties and that they were working
over hundred percent. He's mood quickly dampened when he realised
where he was standing.
The brig of the Ochre Dwarf.
<to be continued>