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'''The Pain of Loss''' | '''The Pain of Loss''' | ||
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'''Messages from home''' | '''Messages from home''' | ||
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< | '''His Legacy lives''' | ||
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((Tasha's Quarters, USS Gorkon)) | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha grinned, picking up the miniscule nacelle. She could feel each and every bump and imperfection in the material. Her new, cybernetic fingers were much more sensitive than her flesh and blood ones. The technology had been pioneered by Doctor Noonian Soong, and introduced to the federation through Data.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Soongs work in the cybernetic field had been one of Tashas main sources of inspiration during the construction of her prosthetic. She had reviewed technical information regarding Datas arms and read papers written about him. She glanced across the room to where a picture of Data now hung on the wall, holding a proud place between her Claymore and a model ship.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>It was odd, Tasha wasn’t quite sure why she had replicated the photograph. As Tasha, and almost everybody knew, Data had been killed in 2379 aboard the Reman Scimitar. Yet Tasha felt that his legacy survived, most notably to her through the advances he had led in the field of cybernetics, and now through her left arm.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Upon returning to her quarters after the surgery one of the first things she had done was replicate the photo and place it on the wall. She felt it was her way of honouring him, and thanking him for what he had, indirectly, done for her.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>She smiled and picked up a pair of small, delicate tweezers and a small brush. She used the tweezers to pick up the miniature nacelle and dipped the brush in a pot of glue. Working carefully Tasha attached the nacelle to the pylon then placed the finished model aside to dry. Once it was dry she would paint it, and then it would truly be finished.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha heard a quiet meow as Spark jumped onto her lap and rubbed up against her, demanding attention. She smiled and rubbed his head, hadn’t Data had a cat too?<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
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'''Back to work''' | |||
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((Main Engineering, Deck 16, USS Gorkon)) | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha was whole again. She had two functioning arms and she was well rested, that meant it was time to get back to work. She had wandered into engineering to find a skeleton crew operating the ships systems. The majority of the crew were on shore leave, relaxing on the luxurious Cloud Skipper.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>However Tasha had already been down there and now that she was in one piece again she had decided that she wanted to get back to work. She started off with a simple diagnostic of the core. It was slightly odd how such a dull task that was done so often was suddenly so rewarding after being away for so long. Tasha grinned as she worked, humming to herself as the diagnostic finished itself with a quiet beep.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>She reviewed the data and was simultaneously pleased and displeased that everything was well within the accepted limits, she wouldn’t need to get her hands dirty with the core today. She moved on and ran diagnostics on the other major systems of the ship. It appeared that in her absence the other engineers had been doing a superb job, everything was within acceptable limits.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha grinned at that. It was good, it meant that she would be able to play with whatever she wanted, to refine the ship and bring it closer to peak efficiency. She rubbed her hands together in anticipation as she studied the data before her. It appeared that the Plasma injectors were operating quite close to their acceptable limits. She tutted to herself, they would need realigning before long, she might as well do them before they became a problem.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>She ran a second diagnostic, they seemed to be in working order, aside from the slight misalignment. Tasha started whistling as she worked, glad that she was back, doing what she loved.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||