Star Trek: Starbase 777 - two-of-thirteen

[PADD] To: Two of Thirteen @Deleted User From: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok

Hello Two of Thirteen. I have heard from Lt. JG Adill Rik'Mut that you have holes in your implants. He expressed concern for your wellbeing. Please let me know if you would be willing to discuss this matter and allow me to examine the implants. I am available any time it is convenient for you.

[PADD] To: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok <@Alizati┊Aella┊Nalas┊Renakir > From: Two of Thirteen

Well the situation is a bit… complicated…. Is there anywhere we could talk that there wouldn’t be a bunch of people around overhearing? Because this isn’t a matter I much want everyone to know of. But you seem more trustworthy I think? So maybe after I finish waffles we could meet?

[PADD] To: Two of Thirteen From: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok

I can come to your quarters or you could come to mine. I have equipment that could help me better assess your situation.

[PADD] To: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok From: Two of Thirteen

Yours would probably make more sense, mine is a tad bit…. Empty…. And thank you

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[PADD] To: Two of Thirteen From: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok

I will see you in #ceo：lt-cdr-dzharok﹢men when you are ready.

[PADD] To: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok From: Two of Thirteen

Are you still free? If so may I come over now perhaps…?

[PADD] To: Two of Thirteen From: Lt. Cdr. Alizati Dzharok

Yes, you may come.

Two stared at the fire that was gradually going bigger, frantically typing on his PADD. The corner in which the microwave exploded was completely stained, and all objects in the near vicinity shattered. Who knew what remained of the not at all melted tin foil. “What am I going to do- What am I going to do- What am I-“ Two kept muttering over and over and over again, his hand trembling.

And here he was, mr. Renakir Torre'vnau to help out with a microwave incident? He had gotten the call right before his shift. He was dressed in full uniform and wearing his dark sunglasses as always. His hair looked particularly fluffy that day thanks to Eshen's wonderful barber skills. His fringe was no longer in his face and the undercut allowed more air flow against the sides of his head to cool him down. Renakir had skimmed the profile of the occupant and without even knocking he walked into the room. This was an emergency, he needed to help this liberated borg. "Jolan tru, ops, here to help you with your microwave problem."

”Oh uh, hello! Cool eye shading things! Um… Anyways…” Two paused, looking down “Tinfoil shouldn’t be on a microwave and um…. Am I a public menace or something now that I made an explosion…? I don’t want people to avoid me… I really didn’t know…!” Puff was currently screaming angrily at the fire, which had zero effect on itwhatsoever.

"No, you are alright, please stand outside the room," Renakir instructed as he grabbed the space version of a fire extinguisher from the wall and began to spray the fire. It only took a few seconds for the flames to die down, but the smoke was quickly filling the room. The one beneficial Reman trait he had was lungs of steal and the smoke did not seem to bother him. He still kept his distance and as soon as the flames were out the loud whirl of the fan filled the room. It was a good thing Two's quarters weren't very big because the fan was able to suck up most of the smoke. It was also apparent that the sprinkler system in the room was also activated, covering all of the things in the room with a light coating of water.

He picked up Puff as he left, standing in the doorway instead of outside. The smoke also didn’t exactly effect him either, at least not that he noticed. For all he knew he didn’t even need to breath. “Erm… is the corner somewhat salvageable? I don’t exactly have much building skills, well, unless engineering counts, because, well, y’know… Oh and um…. Do I need to go talk to someone after this…? Because that seems like a thing? Maybe?” Two was speaking quickly, which was his equivalent of fear or excitement. In this case, the prior.

As soon as the danger was handled, Renakir turned to the frightened boy and his... Tribble? Oh he hoped that thing was neutered otherwise it would be illegal. He pushed his sunglasses up on his face and took a deep breath. "I can replace the furniture if that's what you're talking about," Renakir said as he put the fire extinguisher back in its spot and pulled out what seemed to be an oversize hypospray. He used it to repair the damage in the corner and soon enough it was as if nothing had ever happened. He then moved it over some of the furniture to dry the water. "I will note this in my logs. What exactly were you trying to do? We have replicators if you want warm food."

”I was attempting to melt metal” Two explained, petting Puff “Apparently a microwave wasn’t the best choice, wait did I say that already?” Puff was annoyed, why wouldn’t the fire obey them!?

"Melt.. metal? Why? And why were you using some retro tech to do it?" Oh Renakir was so confused. He kept at his work though until the room was dry and spotless. There was a large empty space in the corner now where the microwave was, but other than that things seemed to be back to normal.

”Well….. Medical got my needles confiscated so i needed to make new ones somehow, and a microwave makes heat I thought, but it didn’t…..” He sighed, glancing at the corner “Now my bonsai is gone……”

Renakir actually face palmed at this. This liberated borg WHAT? He closed his eyes and took slow and even breaths. This was... Not a problem he thought he would have to deal with. How old was this liberated borg? He had done house calls for a couple civilians in the past, but this was something new entirely. "I.. You know what, I'm not going to ask about your needles. Have you spoken to anyone else about this? Like a ... Doctor? I don't know, this seems like not my division," He was an ops officer not an engineer, what was he to do in this type of situation? "And I can replace your bonsai," He added as he clicked a few buttons on Two's replicator and recreated the bonsai. "Tell me where it goes and I can put it there."

”Erm, why would I talk to a doctor? They always just say no, or shut up, or something.” Two asked, putting Puff on a table “Oh, and the bonsai was on the floor previously.” Two still wasn’t exactly entirely comfortable around doctors, which he avoided if possible.

Renakir put the bonsai on the floor as instructed and turned to Two. His eyes first went to the Tribble and then to the rather strange looking former drone. Mechanical parts sticking out, barely any skin, to anyone else perhaps Two would have looked scary but Renakir was Reman and used to be the scary looking one. "Ehh.... I mean like is there anyone you talk to when you need umm.. Biology help?" Renakir wasn't sure if a liberated borg would see a doctor or an engineer, it seemed like it was a bit of both? But by Two's statements he clearly did not see a doctor.

”Nobody! I just cry tearlessly in my room with the door locked and sometimes break something until the problem goes away if there is a problem. Unless someone forces me to go, then it really depends on the issue.” Two casually admitted to most likely requiring large amounts of mental help.

Oh no, this was bad. This Romulan-Reman boy had no idea how to respond to that except with, "We have counselors on board who can help. If you want I can give you a recommendation and set up an appointment." That was the right thing to do-- get this boy some help. “And I really think you should see a doctor-- or an engineer. I am not sure about your biological needs as a liberated borg but you should really get your umm.. parts checked out," Renakir said gesturing to Two's head and the rest of his body. He knew the process of separating organic from machine was not easy, but he thought maybe if Two could get some of his organic functions back it would make the transition easier for him.

”Uhhhhhhhhhhh I’m not sure counselling is the best idea…. But um… I don’t really need a doctor that bad, I’m not really dying right now? I think? I mean, my nerves are really bad so maybe I am, who knows….!” Two wasn’t really enjoying this conversation, why did everyone keep recommending him counselling and doctors?! There was nothing wrong with him!

"I mean, it would help with your mental health. And I really think you should see someone. In fact, someone can even come and visit you here. We have some good counselors, I spoke to a woman named Carol when I needed help," Renakir spoke in a calm tone, actually quite soothing to hear with his French accent. He took his PADD out from his bag and began to click a few buttons. "Two of Thirteen, civilian. And oh my name is Renakir," He said, realising he hadn't even introduced himself. Since Two was a civilian he purposefully omitted his rank. "I won't force you to go to counseling, but I believe I have to make a recommendation for you to see someone who knows how your system functions because of those needles. Have you ever spoken to an engineer about it? I am sure you spoke to someone when you came on board."

”Um….. I guess I could maybe go…..” Two said reluctantly. The idea of someone giving you judging you for all your life decisions and giving you advice was somewhat… Weird…. “Not specifically about the needles, but I’ve spoken to Alizati about some stuff before” Two said, then switched to something else to avoid the conversation “Have you met the three headed robot thing? Its very cute!”

"Lieutenant Commander-- Oh right the Vulcan android. Okay I'll shoot him a PADD message right now about it," Renakir said as he typed away at his PADD. Of course the android would be familiar with liberated borg physiology. As much as he wanted to hate the guy, he was happy to hear that Two had someone they could talk to. And then he heard something that made his floppy ears twitch. "Three headed robot thing? Excuse me WHAT?" Renakir stareed at Two, his silver eyes hidden behind his sunglasses as he blinked.

”Yeah! The one two three thing! Puff and it are very great friends! They talk a lot!” He nodded vigorously, smiling “I like it’s name! Very numbery!”

"One two... Yeah, Ummmm I don't know what you're talking about," Renakir was not sure what the Vulcan engineer created but he was not going to ask anymore questions. Perhaps it was best if he never knew. He wanted to know as little about the man as possible, something about him was extremely sus and his Romulan paranoia told him not to go within five metres of the dude. "Well I sent him a message about your dilemma. Everything should be sorted, just be careful next time and I am going to have to tell ops to inspect any future packages addressed to you. This is just a safety precaution, once things settle down and you get adjusted to life as an individual there'll be less issues."

Two seemed quite concerned “No no no they can’t inspect it thats just… Concerning!” What if they started limiting his supplies of metals? Or questioning his endless ordering of empty boxes? Or broke something? He didn’t want to get nothing else ever again!

"This is a safety precaution. I'm sorry but we need to do this to ensure your safety and those around you," He sighed, he felt bad for this boy but at the same time he had a job to do and rules were rules. "Since you are in contact with Lieutenant Commander Jarok and he's pretty high up in command I am sure you can ask him if you need anything or he can advise you how to safely use various forms of tech," Renakir told Two with the same calm French accented tone as before. He really wasn't sure what else he could do for this boy. He seemed lost but Renakir was just an ops officer. "If that's all you can return to your normal routine."

”Oh okay, well, bye! Enjoy your anointed time of day!” Two waved at Renakir, as if that whole sentence was never spoken. Avoiding things is the absolute best way to stop worrying about them! Right?

"Jolan tru," Renakir nodded and waved to the other. He headed back down the corridor to resume his work. Hopefully this incident wasn't a sign of how the rest of his day was going to go.

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Two of Thirteen put down his PADD, avoiding any contact would most likely make this much much easier. He grabbed his satchel off the hook on his wall, and put Puff inside. He paused for a few moments, then put the tribble back down and gave it a cracker “I’m sorry Puff, but it’d be better for you to stay here…. Where someone can take care of you…” Two then picked up the opaque plastic box container in which he stored his implants that were removed, and left the room, trembling a tiny bit. What if someone stopped him…? Or worse, what if someone followed him? In either scenario someone may get hurt, and if they didn’t, at the very least nobody would respect his decision…

Two put the box on his table as he sat down, picking up his tribble. Puff scolded him angrily, quite aware that they were about to be abandoned. Two paid him no head, picking his PADD back up. He had to think of a better, less nerve wrecking idea.