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Lirssa Sarengrave

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Time to Wake up
« on: October 19, 2016, 02:53:50 AM »
?Hello??  The voice had substance, as voices should.  It was not one of the many haunting voices that had rippled through her brain. Ghosts of her imagination skewed by her chemically riddled mind.  ?It?s okay.  It?s okay to wake up now.?

Lirssa was not so sure.  Her stomach knotted around an emptiness, tight and sore.  Fingers twitched and nausea tickled the knots.  Every thought of motion echoed a similar feeling.  To open her eyes?  

?Take a deep breath.  It?s okay.  Open your eyes.?  The voice came again.  She could tell the voice was female, though deep.  It was warm, amused.

With the suggested deep breath, Lirssa cracked open her eyes.  It was painfully bright.  She closed them again as her stomach spasmed.  

?One CC of methylprednisolone.?  The voice came again.

Drugs.  No.  Lirssa opened her eyes again, frantic.  

?Whoa there.  Slow down.  It isn?t going to hurt you.  You?ve had this and more over the past weeks.?  The woman?s face came into clearer view.  Freckles cast across her nose and along her light brown skin like dark constellations.  Dark brown hair in tight curls held back by a simple blue band that matched the loose clothes she was wearing.

Lirssa?s mouth moved to form the word ?weeks? but no sound came with it.

?Easy there.  Radiation exposure was high.  According to the readings from your ship --?  The woman shook her head sympathetically, when Lirssa?s eyes widened in her questing panic.  Moxie?  It was gone?  ?--you were exposed to about 1500 millisieverts.  You were lucky the salvage crew had some supplies on board for just such an exposure.  They run into high radiation adrift vessels all the time.  And we took that up another notch with some DNA scans and countered the atomic perversions that started to show up.  Hair is in tact. Burns mended.  Nobody?s going to know you looked like a raisin when we got you here.?

Hair.  Skin.  That was what the woman felt was necessary to mention?  Lirssa did not think she was vain, but at that moment, she realized a part of her was.  One of the many knots in her stomach relaxed.  She was ashamed of herself, too.

?My main concern is your internal organs,? the woman -- the doctor, Lirssa guessed -- continued, not hesitating in getting to the conclusion of her business.  ?It?s all good at this point.  We?ve done DNA sweeps twice now.  Still, you will want to meet with your doctor once a year just to make sure no anomalies show up.?

Her doctor.  Eva.  Wait.  Jewell.  Someone was after Jewell.  She had to get to her!  The renewed panic swirled a rise of nausea again, though it had less impact this time.  Medicine must be working.  It was hard to quibble with the use of drugs when they were effective.The doctor set her hand to Lirssa?s shoulder.  It was a gentle, but firm command to settle down. ?Give the medicine time to work.  This is old school stuff, not even addictive.  Just helps with the nausea.  You should be past any pain, but you feel some then you let me or one of the med techs know.  You are in good hands here.?

Where was she?  Taking a moment to look around, Lirssa did not recognize her surroundings.  It was a medical facility, more than some corner of a ship, that was clear with the monitors, the beepings, and the technical jargon the doctor had slung at her.  There were other bays to her right and left.  She could just barely see them over the edge of her bed edges.  They were empty.  ?Where am I??  Lirssa whispered.

The doctor leaned over to hear, so Lirssa whispered again.  The woman smiled and announced, ?Medical ship Rithmar, currently cruising through Sector 2112.?

2112.  Weeks away from RhyDin.

And Moxie was gone.  A shudder rose bile into the back of her throat.  Everything was gone, and she was so far away.  The demands of her mind shouting for her to get up and solve this were wrapped up in a drowsy blanket, muffled by weariness, and betrayed by despair.

She slept.
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Re: Time to Wake up
« Reply #1 on: October 25, 2016, 02:30:21 PM »
"You should take it slowly."  The med tech stepped over from his console near the entrance.

Guess yesterday's tech had put in a warning about her.  Lirssa put her hands in the pockets of the coveralls.  Coveralls.  Ketch was supposed to bring her coveralls to wear at the Inn during her shifts one night.  Another time.  Another place.

Yet, here she was wearing coveralls, standing at the doorway of the physical therapy ward, looking over the machines and tools.  A few weeks ago, it would have been all play.  The blood pumping loud through her veins, the air drawn deep into her lungs; the exertion an exultation of life.  She could have climbed the walls, pulled herself up on the bars, swung and sprung her way through all with a wild grin on her face thrilling in the freedom of movement.

She walked the hallways for a few hours and was winded.  Gutted.  Like her ship.  Closing her eyes a moment as her imagination brought the story to life as it had been told her: cables that had survived the ravages of radiation, torn and pulled from Moxie's heart.  A bit of this and a bit of that of use taken by the salvage crew.  The rest -- her few clothes, food, a few mementos of life that always traveled with her, left to decay in the harsh environment of space, float into some gravitational pull, and burn away into dust.

"The walking is best," the med tech was at her side.  Her closed eyes must have alarmed him.

Lirssa looked at him and smiled.  "It's okay.  You don't know me."  She patted his arm and walked to one of the machines.  Sitting down with a slow sigh, she reached for the bars and forced her arms to pull the weight of her body along the track.  Strong.  And Flexible.  She would regain what she was.  She had done it before.  She would do it again.

And she would get home.
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Re: Time to Wake up
« Reply #2 on: October 27, 2016, 10:47:55 AM »
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"You alright?" The med tech -- Lorelei -- touched Lirssa's shoulder.  She lay belly to the floor.  She must have fallen asleep during her stretches.  That would delay her workout.

"Hmm?" Lirssa jerked her head up, drawing her legs together from the splits, arms wrapped about her knees. "Yeah, I guess I should just walk today."

"Sleep might be better.  Go take a shower.  You really pushed yourself today."

Lirssa blinked up at Lorelei.  The woman crouched down, wrinkled brow and narrowed eyes.  "Do you not remember?"

It was coming to her.  How had she forgotten just a few moments ago?  The weights, the stretches, the push ups and sit ups; she looked down at her coveralls where the cloth clung to her body from the sweat.  Maybe it was not a few moments ago.  "How long was I asleep?"

"Long enough for me to realize you were asleep and not just stretching any more.  Come on," Lorelei grinned and helped Lirssa to her feet.  "A shower and then sleep.  Do I need to make sure you don't fall asleep in there, too?"

It was the embarrassing terror of the idea that fueled her laugh.  "No, I promise, I will stay awake."


Resting her head against the side of the shower stall, Lirssa looked down at the floor.  Long strands of strawberry blonde caught in the drain.  Still, she was not losing it entirely.  Must have enough to spare.

Unlike time.  Finishing up, she dried off and found a fresh pair of coveralls waiting for her.  Dressed and refreshed, she tried to sneak out of the gym.  Without success.  "Ah, there you are. Let's go."

"Really, I'm okay," Lirssa begged off the assistance, still stepping for the doorway.  She gave her most encouraging smile.

"You think I haven't seen that kind of smile before?"  Lorelei kept coming, ready to escort Lirssa back to her temporary --she hoped they were temporary-- quarters.  

Lirssa went for a pout instead.  "Come on, Lorelei.  I got a good nap in.  I didn't drown in the shower.  I can make it to my room.  I promise.  No collapsing on your shift."

Those blue eyes narrowed again as she muttered something and slowly turned away back to her desk.  

Free of her chaperone, Lirssa did not go directly back to her room.  It was time to visit the landing bay.  It was not so busy today.  Leaning on the railing overlooking the bay, Lirssa surveyed the options.  A squadron of fighter ships, signs of recent battle streaking grey and pocking divets along their hulls.  Two ships of similar build to Moxie, and she had to look away quickly so the pang in her chest would not grow.

Then there were the transport ships. The markings, labels, coding all showed they belonged to the same ship.  Another major vessel, too big to land in the bay itself, was giving its crew time aboard a med ship?  Disease?  Check ups?  Lirssa shook her head, but watched as ships came and went.

"Hey," a voice called up from the floor below.  "Looking for someone?"

Evidently her watching had caught the attention of someone.  Lirssa looked from the ships.

The person was dressed in a uniform of grey with dark blue stripes along the pant legs and insignia on his left shoulder that looked a great deal like a twisted four leaf clover.  "Sorry, not someone.  Some thing."

"What's that?"  He called as he started to climb the stairs to meet her on the overlook landing.  As he drew near, she realized his skin was comprised of fine scales.  The pigmentation moved from pale to a dark blue along his neck and around his scalp.  His eyes were oblong, the eyes themselves not just the lids and skin around them.  The pupils a similar oblong set perpendicularly.  He was not much taller than Lirssa, though obviously fully grown.  His fingers had no nails or even nail beds, and he moved his hands carefully about, standing with them clasped in front of him.

"Oh, um," Lirssa shook her head, debating answering, but saw no harm in it, "just a ride back to where I belong."

"Where's that?"

She chuckled, hanging her head as the laugh petered out into a sigh. "A long way away."

"So is most everything," he did not smirk exactly, but Lirssa would have described the twitch of his thin lips just that way.  

"RhyDin.  Ever heard of it?"  

"Heard?" He leaned his forearms on the railing in a similar fashion to her.  "Yes, heard of it.  You're a long way away."

"Truer words not spoken.  And I have to get back."

"Tell me."

"You first."

"Oh, you're a trusting one."

Lirssa just looked at him.  She was in control of very little right now.  Giving up control of this conversation was not going to happen.

He talked.  She talked.  It was bits of fact wrapped around nothing with cores of something safely tucked away.  He was a scientist, an explorer, and an ambassador.  That explained how he easily got her talking, she thought, and was glad he offered that information from the start.

"So, Lirssa, it sounds like you've a need to get somewhere, and we go somewheres pretty often.  Not as far as you need, true, but get you closer."

"What do you get in return?"  Lirssa felt her heart skip a beat.  The only way she was going to get back was hitchhike, but she also wasn't going to be stupid about it.  At least not horribly stupid.

"Information.  Always worth something."
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