Star Trek: Starbase 777 - lt-cdr-twelve

Twelve slipped into her quarters quietly, greeted by her cat as she went. Silent as she moved and briefly stooped down enough to allow her cat to jump onto her before she resumed her walk into the room. As she walked and her cat snuggled in around her neck, a mental impulse banished sound as her implants scaled back their input to nil. A gift granted to her by the cooperative, silence at the end of long days. It'd been a long day, especially with the blackout and what had followed before it. In the morning she'd cleared up the mess once released from the medical bay and had then departed off to do stuff. Now in some free time snatched during the day, she'd returned to rest. To rest and to meditate,her body in some ways...exhausted. Biological function marred by the inefficient repair processes which while helped along by her nanoprobes and treatment had still left her more exhausted than she have liked. Mentally and physically exhausted, shorn of even the Cooperative to help her through stuff this time. Her vitals had been sliding before neuroflux, the downward trend followed by her mind with ease, had resolved quite clearly. If she hadn't been treated with this..neuroflux, the lack of implants would have killed her. Not as rapidly on someone whose biological functions relied more heavily on nanoprobes than she did. But she relied on her implants enough. Things would have failed. Had been on their way to failing. That and she'd already been suffering symptoms of things. In a way,that had shaken her a bit, she realized. To suddenly start to deteriorate, to have no control over her hearing. It'd unnerved her as much if not more than the odd dreams had. Dreams..she'd never really dreamed..like that. She eyed her alcove then. "Computer, run a level 4 diagnostic on my Alcove" When it returned that all was functioning within acceptable parameters she frowned at the message on her PADD. Alcove functioning within normal parameters (edited)

Twelve frowned at that, her alcove claimed it had functioned and was functioning correctly? Then where had the fault been located? Her experience when she regenerated had totally departed from what she usually experienced. That wasn’t something that happened. Why had it happened? She frowned with frustration at the fact the answer to the question eluded her. The cause of this difference in function eluded her. Eluded her single mind, with its much reduced understanding of stuff and things. Something had occurred, it had caused a biological response, she had malfunctioned surely and yet everything claimed otherwise. Everything claimed the thing, the dream of things she’d not experienced..was a dream. A dream that could have only drawn from what memories she possessed of unimatrix zero. Though even if it had pulled from that, she’d not met anyone who had called her what she’d been called in the dream. From what she remembered of El-Aurian, a language she possessed a reasonable fluency of, it’d translated to mother. The version of the designation reserved for utilisation by a child with their female parent. But she wasn’t a parent. Mirkya had been a parent, that personality had collapsed when the memories had been deemed to not be useful to the collective in the majority. Medical knowledge retained, everything else excised. Those memories were gone. So what had caused..that? A question that bugged her as she petted her cat and then headed to a drawer, opened it and retrieved her meditation mat. She’d then set it out onto the floor and settled onto it. Her cat settling onto her lap as she sat cross legged. The purring something that if anything..helped as she started to meditate. (edited)

Ki'ana was brimming with excitement as she trotted down the corridor, looking carefully for the right door before pressing the doorbell. The warm, bready smell wafting from the huge paper bag she carried in her arms like a baby was beginning to attract attention - people glanced at her as they passed by. Her first opportunity to make a splash as a morale officer! She really, really couldn't afford to get this wrong.

Twelve, as the door announcer beeped, moved to the door. She was..surprised with how fast the other had arrived but arrived quickly they had. Silent as she reached the door, Twelve tapped the accept button on the door. As the door then opened she stepped more fully into the doorway as she smiled at the person revealed by its opening, smiled a smile she hoped offset any discomfort that might have been caused by the alcove green tinted quarter’s revealed by the now opened door. “Hello” She said as she looked at the other. “You are the person we were talking to yes, with the username CheerBeans?” Twelve then asked.

The green glow from behind the woman didn't bother Ki'ana one bit. She grinned and held out the paper bag, which seemed to contain dozens of small, syrup-soaked pastries - as advertised, of course. "That's me! Lieutenant junior grade Ki'ana. Baking is a passion of mine!" She said. "Go on, take one! Or more if you want. I made way too much mixture and thought I might as well just not waste it, you know?"

“Greetings,we are Lieutenant Commander Twelve of Twenty, it is good to meet you Lieutenant Junior Grade Ki’ana.” She responded as she selected one of the pastries and looked down at it a moment. “We understand, a friend of ours also pursues a similar solution when they’ve made too much of a mixture.” She commented then before she continued. “We deeply appreciate this, thank you for the pastry” Behind her, her alcove occasionally hummed in its position within her relatively spartan quarters.

"You're welcome! I'll leave you be now, unless you want me to stay a little longer. I don't want to take up more of your time than I have to. Enjoy!" Ki'ana smiled and took a step back from the door.