MSNPC Havun - History Repeats Itself

[LtCmdr Tamio K'Wara]

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

Havun was certain the facility wasn’t haunted. He was much too practical a man to entertain such notions, but it was difficult to ignore the feeling of the facility’s storied past pushing down on them like an oppressive physical weight. His contact hadn’t shared much. The directions were clear; ensure that the technology requested was installed onto the Afalqi, and she would tell him where he could find the medical technology necessary.

The technology installed on the Afalqi wasn’t weapons systems - Havun was reasonably certain of that, though he didn’t know what it was precisely - and as such, he’d convinced himself that the bargain was worth it... It still was, nothing could ever outweigh Falon’s life, but he’d gotten far more apprehensive about the supposed well-meaning intent behind the offer.

The Dimension Pockets, in particular, alarmed him. They had been a very recent addition to the Afalqi’s cargo, and while they had been useful and had potential to entirely redefine the very notion of cargospace, they were volatile. Havun hadn’t liked having them in his cargo bay for this trip, and he was certain the place where the pockets had detonated to rip apart the Nascaik supply vessel would be unstable for years.

And yet, nothing was worse than what he now faced.

COMPUTER: Thalaron Generator Power Output approaching maximum safety parameters.

What kind of crazy species decided to experiment with Thalaron Radiation for medical purposes!?

And what kind of crazy person decided to put the love of their life through this abominable machine... His heart was heavy as he set Falon up on the biobed. His fingers were trembling with fear and self-loathing as he looked upon her lifeless features. She was unconscious, kept in a coma since her body truly started failing, to buy them time... For this.

Havun: ::thick voice:: I love you.

He activated the medical bed’s systems and rushed towards the computer, which was still talking at him. The authoritarian Nascaik Medical AI wasn’t easing the process any, and realistically, Havun would’ve preferred turning it off. But he was no Doctor, and if this was to succeed, he needed something to easily translate over the medical things.

COMPUTER: Patient registered in the Medical POD. Scanning... Error; patient DNA structure exhibiting a level of degradation unfamiliar to the system. Commencing full DNA sequencing and biochemistry sampling.

Havun: ::curt:: Don’t bother.

He uploaded Falon’s medical data to the Nascaik computer, waiting as the AI processed the new information. It didn’t take long. The Nascaik had extensive familiarity with genetic enhancements and treatments, and their medical technology was - frankly - amazing. And it was just, left here... The Nascaik threw technology away that would revolutionize the medical field back on Meranuge IV, and everyone were just fine with that?

COMPUTER: Patient information loaded. Analyzing probable success chance of treatment plan. ::brief pause:: 67% percent chance of success, 11% chance of termination. Considered within acceptable risk ratio.

It felt like a punch in the stomach.

‘Acceptable risk ratio’.

And yet, if they didn’t do this, Falon was going to die. And if Havun didn’t even try after coming this far, he would be just as guilty of killing her as if he did press this button and the treatment failed.

Havun: ::hollow voice:: Begin the treatment.

COMPUTER: Confirmed. Beginning treated thalaron radiation bath. Projected time until required DNA porosity: 3 minutes. Venting excess harmful radiation into approved areas.

Havun looked up as a facility-wide alarm sounded.

COMPUTER: Thalaron treatment commenced in Research Lab 1. All unnecessary medical personnel, evacuate disposal tanks.

(( Elsewhere in the facility ))

The tubing designed to lead away the purified elements of the Thalaron that was unsuited for medical procedures opened, as bright green material was deposited into a massive tank, corroded and discolored from years of use.

The massive hole in the side of the tank, jagged edges from a long-passed concussive force like a gaping maw, was evidence of a catastrophe that might soon repeat itself...

TAG/TBC

MSNPC Havun

CO & Chief Engineer

Afalqi

As simmed by

LtCmdr Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Ops

USS Artemis-A
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