MSNPC Havun - Not Their Sacrifice to Make

[LtCmdr Tamio K'Wara]

(( Genetic Research Lab - Underground Facility, Kurtûl III ))

It was quick. One moment, Havun had his hand on Falon’s stretcher in the Afalqi’s transporter bay, and then the next, they materialized within the specified location that he’d been given. He would never grow accustomed to this. It had taken years for the Burhènd Central University’s Technical Department to achieve even a rudimentary idea of how to create these things, but they had done so.

The Federation had never shared their technology willingly. The Romulans, however, had no such reservations.

Havun barely had a second to orient himself in the large treatment room, before he got to work. First step, bar all the entrances. He knew he was trying to defend himself from Starfleet and the Nascaik, of course, but there was something else. The facility had been abandoned for years, limited to just enough personnel to keep it running, and Havun didn’t know why. She hadn’t been willing to share, and to be fair, he didn’t care much.

He was told to barricade Falon and himself while the treatment was ongoing, and that’s what he was going to do.

Havun: ::repeats instructions:: Quarantine lockdown, Neoma priority- ::trained hands flying over the screen:: Isolating and firewalling power flow.

Once he was certain - or as certain as he could be, he wasn’t Nascaik and didn’t have much experience with their technology - that there was no way for others to get into the treatment lab, and no way to interrupt the process from outside, he returned to Falon. His wife. The love of his life.

The Impact had changed everything. A genetic quirk, which had thus far just meant Falon’s immune system was a little less effective than average, reacted to the copious amount of Da’allium released into the air, but the effects didn’t manifest until months later. Suddenly, Falon’s body started shutting down. It was gradual at first, minutes then hours at a time where Falon’s fingers weren’t as responsive as they should be, or mornings where her legs weren’t as stable.

By the time they’d been through 14 different Doctors to find out what was wrong, it was too late.

Havun: ::curses:: Hajê.

Time and time again, the Doctors had dismissed their concerns. Was she pregnant? Had she not been sleeping enough? Try taking these hormone samples. Get some fresh air. Maybe it's just stress? The excuses and incompetent ‘I’m sure this is it, just wait it out’s had eventually cost her what time they had, and now, here she was. Her body, a prison, wasting away.

Warst Reecras Syndrome. A disease so new that there was no cure. None that they, as a species, had access to. And in typical Da’al fashion, the very notion of collaborating with aliens rather than making the discovery themselves was turned down without even a proper consideration.

His hand locked around Falon’s on her stretcher.

Havun: You’re not their sacrifice to make.

The Nascaik Genetic Therapy held the solution. They were so close now.

TBC

MSNPC Havun

CO & Chief Engineer

Afalqi

As simmed by

LtCmdr Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Ops

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