voices.
"What did you say happened to her?"
"She was standing at my workbench making
adjustments to a cybernetic hand. There was a large apparatus on
one of the shelves next to her. I blame myself, really, for even
putting it there. It fell and hit her. I wasn't in the room when it
happened so I can't say where it hit her, but I heard the crash and
rushed to her aid. By that time she was lying on the floor
unconscious."
"I thought you said she fell."
"Well, she did. Something hit her and she
fell. Either one could've caused her memory loss. Look, I haven't
done anything wrong. I know my reputation has become sullied over
the years, but I truly am on the cusp of something miraculous. Amii
is more than just an assistant; she's been invaluable to my work
these past few years. After she's done with the test, if you'd
escort us to some quarters, we'll be no trouble to you at all for
the rest of the journey to Chara."
"I'm afraid I can't release Amii until I
finish a report on the matter for the captain. I want to run her
name through the database and maybe a few more tests. Until then,
you'll be confined to quarters. You can see her again when I'm
finished."
"What other tests do you plan to run on
her?"
"You don't really expect me to tell you that,
do you?"
"I suppose not, but I will tell you
this. If you do anything to her against her will, and I do mean
anything, I'll see to it that you're brought up on charges."
The doctor chuckled. "Feel free. I have
nothing to worry about. I really can't say the same for you
though."
At that moment Amii noticed a pair of crewmen
walk into the room toward the glass doors of the office and out of
sight.
"Security will see you to your quarters. Amii
is in good hands. You have nothing to worry about."
"I'll hold you to that. All right, gents,
I'll come willingly. Let's just get this over with."
Exactly who was Dr. Xander Adams? Criminal?
Scientist? He himself admitted to being a wanted man. Wanted for
what?
Dr. Jones followed the three of them into the
main medical center, watching discreetly as they exited into the
corridor and took a left turn. She'd sized him up the instant she
ran into them on Pisa. In the event she needed to run, only the
doctor looked athletic enough to keep pace with her, ironic since
he was the sole unarmed man of the lot. His uniform hid his
muscular definition, the sort of body it took years of training to
develop.
In a few moments the machine finished and he
poured over the results on the screen in front of him. His brow
furrowed, though she couldn't tell if the news might be good or
bad. Aside from minor confusion, she felt composed regarding her
predicament. After all, nothing could be done about her amnesia
until the cause of it was known. Like any other sane person, she
worried the memory loss might be permanent, but for the time being,
she chose to keep a positive outlook regardless of the odds or
prognosis.
"Did you find anything?" she asked.
A heavy sigh revealed the news before his
words did. "No. No signs of trauma. No abnormalities whatsoever. I
couldn't have asked for more normal results."
He swung the hulking machine away from her
bed and helped her sit up. "I'm going to see if I can find your
records in the database, but that could take a few hours. In the
meantime, the XO will be your escort around the ship. If there's
anything you need, let her know."
His implant distracted him for a few moments
before his attention returned to his patient. He picked up a small
light and shined it into her right eye to check pupil dilation. "I
realize you don't remember your past, but can you recall anything
about yourself?"
"Not much. I look at certain things and feel
like I understand how they work. And when we were in the transport
heading back to the ship, I felt like I knew how to pilot fairly
well…like I could've flown us here."
He turned off the light and put it back down
on the bench next to him. "True amnesia is quite rare. I've never
heard
"What did you say happened to her?"
"She was standing at my workbench making
adjustments to a cybernetic hand. There was a large apparatus on
one of the shelves next to her. I blame myself, really, for even
putting it there. It fell and hit her. I wasn't in the room when it
happened so I can't say where it hit her, but I heard the crash and
rushed to her aid. By that time she was lying on the floor
unconscious."
"I thought you said she fell."
"Well, she did. Something hit her and she
fell. Either one could've caused her memory loss. Look, I haven't
done anything wrong. I know my reputation has become sullied over
the years, but I truly am on the cusp of something miraculous. Amii
is more than just an assistant; she's been invaluable to my work
these past few years. After she's done with the test, if you'd
escort us to some quarters, we'll be no trouble to you at all for
the rest of the journey to Chara."
"I'm afraid I can't release Amii until I
finish a report on the matter for the captain. I want to run her
name through the database and maybe a few more tests. Until then,
you'll be confined to quarters. You can see her again when I'm
finished."
"What other tests do you plan to run on
her?"
"You don't really expect me to tell you that,
do you?"
"I suppose not, but I will tell you
this. If you do anything to her against her will, and I do mean
anything, I'll see to it that you're brought up on charges."
The doctor chuckled. "Feel free. I have
nothing to worry about. I really can't say the same for you
though."
At that moment Amii noticed a pair of crewmen
walk into the room toward the glass doors of the office and out of
sight.
"Security will see you to your quarters. Amii
is in good hands. You have nothing to worry about."
"I'll hold you to that. All right, gents,
I'll come willingly. Let's just get this over with."
Exactly who was Dr. Xander Adams? Criminal?
Scientist? He himself admitted to being a wanted man. Wanted for
what?
Dr. Jones followed the three of them into the
main medical center, watching discreetly as they exited into the
corridor and took a left turn. She'd sized him up the instant she
ran into them on Pisa. In the event she needed to run, only the
doctor looked athletic enough to keep pace with her, ironic since
he was the sole unarmed man of the lot. His uniform hid his
muscular definition, the sort of body it took years of training to
develop.
In a few moments the machine finished and he
poured over the results on the screen in front of him. His brow
furrowed, though she couldn't tell if the news might be good or
bad. Aside from minor confusion, she felt composed regarding her
predicament. After all, nothing could be done about her amnesia
until the cause of it was known. Like any other sane person, she
worried the memory loss might be permanent, but for the time being,
she chose to keep a positive outlook regardless of the odds or
prognosis.
"Did you find anything?" she asked.
A heavy sigh revealed the news before his
words did. "No. No signs of trauma. No abnormalities whatsoever. I
couldn't have asked for more normal results."
He swung the hulking machine away from her
bed and helped her sit up. "I'm going to see if I can find your
records in the database, but that could take a few hours. In the
meantime, the XO will be your escort around the ship. If there's
anything you need, let her know."
His implant distracted him for a few moments
before his attention returned to his patient. He picked up a small
light and shined it into her right eye to check pupil dilation. "I
realize you don't remember your past, but can you recall anything
about yourself?"
"Not much. I look at certain things and feel
like I understand how they work. And when we were in the transport
heading back to the ship, I felt like I knew how to pilot fairly
well…like I could've flown us here."
He turned off the light and put it back down
on the bench next to him. "True amnesia is quite rare. I've never
heard
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