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Jean-Luc Picard (tea_earlgreyhot) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2013-11-04 17:51:00

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data, geordi la forge, helen magnus, jean-luc picard, number one

day 243 :: backdated :: closed
It had been a simple plan, but a plan that worked quite well as Locutus, while seemingly malfunctioning, still thought himself superior to the ones offering to assist him. The other Borg within the dome having left, a hole inside of him once again void of the Collective, even a stunted Collective. They had lured him with the human doctor, offering the alcove of the former Drone designation Seven of Nine in assistance in repairing him. If there was anything he knew of the humans, they would not bring more harm to this body as they were primarily sentimental creatures. And mostly, it was the use of the Borg tech that had made the decision for him.

Once there, he had slipped easily into the alcove, trusting the Starfleet officers and the human woman to use the tech as it was intended, rather than to somehow use it against him. But as he felt that other consciousness begin to gain in strength and seep through the cracks, he began to struggle, had to be restrained until everything seemed to go black and he felt the steady arms of the android and the blind malfunctioning human catch him before he crumbled to the floor.

Jean-Luc was awake, barely lucid at the moment as he felt the shift in consciousness inside his mind. The freedom to roam, so to speak, he fought his way out, tearing at mental walls and clawing at psychological floors to come back. His chest hurt. His mechanical heart that had suddenly failed him, forcing the other tech inside to turn on him. His face hurt where Locutus had clawed at his skin. His mind felt as if it had been turned inside out, dissected and traumatized to the point that he could barely think straight.

But there was some familiarity here as his eyes barely opened, blinking into a light too bright. His eyes, Jean-Luc’s eyes, worried and tired, questioning in a human way rather than the detached way of the Borg. Locutus was not there anymore.

ooc: Closed to Geordi, Data, Morgan & Helen

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lifelines
2013-11-06 10:23 am UTC (link)

Helen keeps a grip on the cup so it doesn't spill, quietly pushing it back towards Jean-Luc. He needs the water and if she has to tilt the cup herself so he can drink, she will. For now, she'll leave the reporting business to the rest of them. She's better off handling the medical side.

"Drink, Jean-Luc." Her voice is soft, but very firm. This is clearly a command she is giving him and she won't take no for an answer. Her free hand moves to cup the side of his face, as though to help tilt his head so he can drink as directed. Her touch is gentle, more coaxing than forcing, but it's clear that she isn't going to stand by now that he's back.

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I am forever late APOLOGIES

visualizing
2013-11-07 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Hearing 'report' from the Captain sets Geordi's mind at ease substantially; yep, he's Captain Picard all right, back to... normal might be a bit much to hope for at this early stage, but at least the words 'resistance is futile' weren't anywhere to be heard.

The other feeling the Captain's single word triggers is duty. Unlike Helen, Geordi can't just ignore the Captain's order -- and for that, he's doubly glad Helen is here with them.

"If you remember much of the talk we had just before this happened, Captain, you were right on the money. Your leftover Borg implants where affecting your artificial heart, and regressing your personality back to Locutus. We managed to use Seven's spare nanoprobes to fight the effects."

His tone shifts just the tiniest bit at the end there, mostly imperceptible within his official Starfleet-officer voice unless one knows him particularly well. Seven being gone makes this bittersweet, indeed.

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thirdcriterion
2013-11-08 10:13 am UTC (link)

Ever dutiful, Data naturally picks up the report there, his head inclining just a few small degrees to the side as he continues the explanation. Even as Geordis tone shifts at the mention of the nanoprobes, his remain perfectly precise, even and flat.

"There were two deployments of modified nanoprobes, the first to correct the heart's functionality and the second to combat the reassimilation process. By addressing both issues, we were able to ensure that the heart would not again malfunction when the support of the Borg technology was removed."

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	first_xo 2013-11-09 11:20 am UTC (link)
	"Some tissue damage remains, primarily external, but in the absence of the aggressive nanoprobes it should heal normally." She has less to report, being less familiar with the technology and the situation as a whole; still, duty is duty. She can't not report. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

tea_earlgreyhot
2013-11-09 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Carefully, he leans in to take the drink cognizant of not moving too entirely much as the others fuss over him. He casts Helen a look that's amazingly a mixture of frustration at having to be helped and a thankful look at being helped.

As each officer reports, snippets of conversation come back to him, his own presumptions, the presumptions of others. He nods, filling in most of the blanks. "Then the Borg tech is shut off and my heart... my heart..." He isn't certain which question he wishes to ask here. Was there a transplant? Is the old heart repaired to full functionality? "There will be no regression?"

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lifelines
2013-11-09 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Helen is only partially paying attention to what's being said around them, as her world revolves entirely around the man who has so quickly and efficiently stolen her heart. Her thumb brushes across his cheek momentarily after he finishes sipping at the water and for the briefest of moments, her expression belies a vulnerability and gratitude that he's recovered. It's gone very quickly, long before she steps back and further to the side, to offer physical and moral support for Jean-Luc while the others answer his questions.

"Everything is working properly. You've little to worry about now. I would like to keep you under observation for a time, just to be certain." She offers him a small smile. "Doctor's orders."

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visualizing
2013-11-10 08:15 pm UTC (link)

With a smile, Geordi lifts his hands in a friendly 'I ain't gonna argue with her' pose. Doctors, he has learned, are not to be trifled with when it comes to their orders.

"We'll keep monitoring, of course, but I'm happy with what I'm seeing as far as the probes' output. It seems like we're out of the woods."

Of course, being Geordi he's not about to leave it at that. Contingency plans and emergency supplies are main staples any Starfleet engineer needs in order to be comfortable.

"I'll be asking the wardens for more spare probes as soon as I get enough of those points they dole out. The holodeck construction can wait until we're sure we can handle whatever might come up."

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thirdcriterion
2013-11-12 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Data gives a nod that goes along with Geordi's hand gesture, and his statement on their current status.

"That would not be unwise. There is a great deal of potential in what we could accomplish through repurposing them. Perhaps we could request additional diagnostic tools, as well."

Because a single, non-medical tricorder only goes so far - and, of course, they won't be getting additional Borg nanoprobes any other way now.

"There is a great deal that can be accomplished through modifying what technology we do have access to, as well, which would enable us to monitor and detect any potential issues more easily. I will focus my efforts on that area."

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first_xo
2013-11-12 09:34 pm UTC (link)

"If we can create a list, I will assist in requesting whatever equipment might be necessary... although thus far the Wardens have been less than accommodating."

Not that she's tried bargaining, since her first attempt; it grates on her nerves to be out of uniform, but rationally, there are much more important things she could request. As this conversation clearly demonstrates. (She'd still be much happier in uniform. But Morgan is nothing if not patient.)

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