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<br>The information from the sensors goes to the chip which then converts the information so that Tasha will (for lack of a better description) instinctively know what the sensors are detecting. This chip also helps with motor control over the hand. | <br>The information from the sensors goes to the chip which then converts the information so that Tasha will (for lack of a better description) instinctively know what the sensors are detecting. This chip also helps with motor control over the hand. | ||
<br>Uses power cells to power the limb. | <br>Uses power cells to power the limb. | ||
<br>The power cells last for roughly one week before they need replacing, (sometimes last less due other factors, e.g. How often the sensors are used.). Power cells are replaced via a small “access panel” in the underside of the forearm. | <br>The power cells last for roughly one week before they need replacing, (sometimes last less due other factors, e.g. How often the sensors are used.). Power cells are replaced via a small “access panel” in the underside of the forearm. The "access panel" is visible as a faint square scar on the underside of Tasha's wrist | ||
<br>Susceptible to fail/malfunction from strong EM pulses and some forms of exotic radiation. | <br>Susceptible to fail/malfunction from strong EM pulses and some forms of exotic radiation. | ||
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<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>With a shuddering breath Tasha hit the send button and deactivated the PADD, tossing it to one side. With a groan of despair Tasha collapsed backwards and curled into a ball on the bed, quietly sobbing.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | <p><nowiki>::</nowiki>With a shuddering breath Tasha hit the send button and deactivated the PADD, tossing it to one side. With a groan of despair Tasha collapsed backwards and curled into a ball on the bed, quietly sobbing.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | ||
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{{Section|Honoured|gold}} | |||
'''The Purple heart''' | |||
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((Tasha’s Quarters, USS Gorkon)) | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha had decided to leave the celebration in the Wardroom early. It was a pleasant event, with good food, good drink, and good company. However it had all suddenly become a bit too much, Tasha had felt trapped and the need to escape, she needed some peace and quiet. So she had retreated to her quarters to mull things over with a bottle of Warp Core Moonshine.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>She sighed and took another swing from the bottle, staring at the small boxes on the table before her. Three of them were identical, containing the ribbons she had been awarded, the fourth was slightly smaller, and contained the half pip that would identify her as a Lieutenant Junior Grade. With a trembling hand she opened the lid to see the small, innocent piece of metal staring back up at her.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>With an unsteady hand Tasha picked up the half pip and pinned it onto her collar. It was odd that the pip was having such an effect on her. Tasha snorted and took a swig from her bottle, she had wanted a promotion, hadn’t she?<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Yes, Tasha decided she had wanted this, but then why did it feel so wrong? Her eyes drifted to the other boxes. One by one she opened them, the Orion Syndicate Service Medal, the Innovation Ribbon, and the Purple Heart.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>The Purple Heart, that was the source of these feelings. Tasha resented the small piece of purple and black fabric. It wasn’t so much the ribbon that she resented, but the meaning, what it would forever remind her of. The agony and terror of having her arm torn off and burnt, the struggle of trying to live with one arm, and the frustration at struggling to complete simple tasks. Tasha took another swing from her bottle as she felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>As if sensing that she was unhappy Spark mewed and jumped up on her lap. He rubbed up against her, ensuring he had her full attention before he dug his claws into her trousers and started sharpening them. Tasha winced as she felt his tiny daggers pierce her skin. Spark mewed in annoyance as Tasha picked him up. She placed the wriggling kitten on the couch beside her where he promptly curled up and went to sleep.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha smiled down at her sleeping kitten, he was such an innocent creature, with no concerns or complicated feelings about Purple Hearts. She stroked his small head, causing him to stir in his sleep and press his head into her hand. She grinned and took another swig of her moonshine, only to discover that she had already emptied the bottle. She stood and went to fetch another bottle, then stopped.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Alcohol wouldn’t help. She knew that. She sighed and placed the empty bottle on the table. All alcohol would do would numb her, and the following morning she would have a hangover to deal with. She snorted and flopped back onto the couch. Spark looked up at her and mewed again, irritated that his sleep had been disturbed.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
MacFarlane: Aye, too damn true. | |||
{{Section|Call from home|gold}} | {{Section|Call from home|gold}} | ||
Contact from home | |||
'''Contact from home''' | |||
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((Tasha’s Quarters, USS Gorkon)) | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha started awake as her computer started chirping with an incoming call. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes she tapped the computer and accepted the call. An image sprang up of a middle aged woman who bore certain resemblances to Tasha.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Natalie MacFarlane: Tasha? What ‘appened? You look terrible! | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha groggily looked at her reflection in the screen. She had to agree that she did look terrible. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot. She brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: No ma, I was sleepin’. | |||
Natalie MacFarlane: On th’ couch? | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Aye | |||
Natalie MacFarlane: T-Tasha...w-what ‘appened...with yer ‘and? | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha could see tears in the corners of her mother's eyes. This had clearly had more of an effect on her family than she had thought. She held up both of her hands so that her mother could see them.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: I’m fine ma, see. | |||
Natalie MacFarlane: ::she shook her head:: Yer letter said tha’ yeh ‘ad lost one! ::tears started spilling down her cheeks as she started sobbing:: | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Ma... | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha trailed off, she was sure that there was nothing she could say over the computer that would be able to calm and reassure her mother. Luckily she didn’t have to. In the back of the image on the screen she saw a door open and her father Robert enter the house. He saw Natalie crying and hurried over to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Robert MacFarlane: There there, hush...it’s goin’ t’ be alrigh’ | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Natalie nodded, struggling not to sob.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Robert MacFarlane: Its good t’ see yer face Tasha, how are yeh ‘oldin’ up? | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: I...I’ve been better...I...yeh read m’ letter I’m sure. | |||
Robert MacFarlane: Aye, an’ yer arm? | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha held it up again and waggled her fingers<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Just as good as m’ ol’ flesh an’ blood one. | |||
Robert MacFarlane: Tha’ ain’t flesh an’ blood? | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Nope, its a cybernetic prosthetic. | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>She rolled her arm over, exposing her wrist, barely visible was a square scar, a few centimetres long on each side. She pressed on it and watched as a small panel opened up, exposing the inner workings of her arm. She carefully reached in and withdrew a small power cell. Almost instantly her hand went limp as it stopped receiving the energy it needed to keep going.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Her parents looked distinctly uncomfortable at the demonstration so Tasha quickly replaced the power cell and sealed it back in. She flexed her fingers as they came back to life.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: See...not a problem | |||
Natalie MacFarlane: Tasha...I...I...be careful now, yeah. | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Aye ma, I’ll do m’ best. | |||
Robert MacFarlane: Aye, well, we won’t disturb yeh any longer, we’ll see yeh later. | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>He reached forward to end the communication but Tasha quickly held up her hand to stop him.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: DA! WAIT! | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>She brushed some hair out of the way.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Notice anythin’ different. | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Natalie frowned, not seeing anything of significance different about her appearance. Robert on the other hand broke into a grin. He had served in Starfleet and had noticed the new half-pip on her collar.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Robert MacFarlane: Lieutenant Junior Grade, well done Tasha. | |||
Natalie MacFarlane: Lieutenant? Yeh got a promotion! ::A smile broke through her tear streaked face:: Well done! | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>Tasha blushed slightly<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||
Tasha MacFarlane: Aye, only a couple o’ hours ago. ::she smiled at them:: Goodbye, I’ll try t’ call again soon. | |||
<p><nowiki>::</nowiki>With that said she reached forward and terminated the call. She smiled to herself and stood. It would be much more comfortable to sleep in her bed than on the couch.<nowiki>::</nowiki></p> | |||