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Who: Beverly Crusher, Wrath, The Vision, Jennifer Keller… and maybe you?
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit, Surgical Suite
When: Today!

There’s a new room on the Iskaulit, though it’s not obvious where it is, if you don’t know about it already, as it is inconspicuously tucked away in one of the unused corridors of the ship. More importantly, it’s equipped with biometric security systems, so only a select few can enter without being accompanied by one of the room’s designers. Under Dr. Crusher and Captain Vision’s guidance, various engineers and doctors in the fleet have come together to build a surgical suite with one specific goal in mind: fixing Wrath’s back and removing the ports put there by Compliance. For over a year, Wrath and Beverly have been pursuing this goal and now it’s finally happening.

In the operating room itself, there are only three people, besides Wrath: Dr. Crusher, Dr. Keller, and the Vision, in case they run into any issues with Wrath’s cybernetic implants. However, for those who wish to watch the surgery, there is a small observation lounge looking down into the OR, where you are welcome to stay and watch. The two doctors and Vision are all covered head to toe in scrubs, masks, and gloves, while Wrath lies prone on the operating table, with cushions supporting her neck and hips, and her limbs securely strapped in to keep her safely in position. An IV delivers her pain meds and anesthesia. Gently, Beverly kneels in front of an already fading Wrath and places a respirator over her face. “All right, Wrath, ready? I’m going to count backwards from ten. 10, 9, 8…”

Hours later, Beverly has successfully removed the shattered ports, working from her experience with Borg implants. It’s delicate, tedious work, but she never falters, her hands steady throughout. If there was any doubt as to her surgical skills before, there can be none now. Afterwards, Wrath is back in traction in the recovery room. She may still be a little drowsy, but no doubt she will welcome visitors.

((ooc: this is a catch-all post for anything relating to Wrath's surgery, especially post-op, for anyone who is involved either as a friend or as another healer))

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Surgery was most definitely exhausting. While Jennifer was in the moment, of course, she felt nothing but razor sharp focus and the surge of adrenalin that came with knowing she was doing what she did best, but afterward... afterward was when everything hit.

So once she'd cleaned up and Wrath was all set up in recovery, Jennifer, too, flopped down, taking a chair next to the mage, but she managed to give him a tired smile.

"Thank you for your help in there."

"You're welcome, though I don't feel I was all that much help. Creation magic is something I made a point of learning but I've never been any more good at it than patching wounds until they can be properly healed later. This was extraordinary."

He smiles gently to her, turning his head to finally get a good look. He was too preoccupied with keeping Wrath stable before to really take in anyone else involved besides Beverly.

"If doctors in Thedas could do what you did in there, they might garner more respect."

"Having some backup was still helpful, though. I wasn't familiar with a lot of the technology inside Wrath's body, so every little patch could have saved us from a disaster."

Jennifer grinned at the compliment.

"Well, thank you. I'm actually glad I had the chance to do something like this, honestly. I feel like I don't get the chance to exercise my skills as a surgeon often enough here."

"Nor was I, but a body is a body at least, and since we were removing some things to return them to what I know, that made it easier." Not that much easier though. He can't imagine how painful it was on Wrath to have that all put in, much less taken out.

"I would hope you not having to use your skills often would be a good thing, though, considering that something has to be wrong for you to be called in."

Jennifer crossed her arms and thought about that.

"Yeah, it is good that people don't suffer serious injuries more often," she agreed. "This is actually the worst attack we've had since I arrived here. Atroma doesn't seem to like us getting hurt."

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"Do you know who caused it?" He'd seen some things on the network in passing, but since no one was calling for blood he hasn't done much looking into it. He'd been newly arrived at the time and hadn't wanted to jump headfirst into a sticky situation, though if there had been further attacks afterwards then he would have felt responsible.

Good thing there weren't.

Jennifer shook her head.

"I'd never met him before, so I'm not sure what could have possibly provoked him, either," she said thoughtfully. "Again, incidents like this are very unusual, so it was either Atroma meddling, or... we might have reason to fear further outbursts."

"I doubt it was Atroma. As you said, they don't seem to like us getting hurt." He frowns deeply, but also looks as if he just had something unpleasant confirmed. "We'll just have to be vigilant."

She nodded.

"We're working on getting caches of medical supplies set up around the Iskaulit, at least," she replied. "And I've been training people in first aid. I've wanted to have a full-scale clinic here for a while, but there are too many logistics and staffing problems..."

"Yes, I saw. I've gathered some elfroot from on planet for potions but I'm not sure how to make them. I always just bought them. Anders might know, though."

He looks at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. "You might be able to staff a clinic if the medical officers on other ships took shifts of a few hours. They'd have to agree on it, though." He remembers just how vehemently against sticking his neck out Anders was during the initial attack, even if he was coerced into it eventually.

"I can see your problem."

"If you do manage to find someone who can make them, please do let me or Dr. Crusher know," Jennifer said, perking up. "I'll take anything I can get when it comes to helping my patients."

She then nodded and smiled ruefully.

"And we never know when one of us is going to be incapacitated or just... sent home from here," she replied. "Supplies are an issue, too. Our own medbays are stocked thanks to Atroma, but we'd need to have enough to stock a clinic, and a source of funding so that patients don't have to pay for our services. Too many potential problems."

"I wonder if there's a way to appeal to sponsors. Chantry sisters go door to door or leave up fliers for tithes to the church, and this is a worthier cause. Maybe get others to appeal to Atroma all together? It might be something the sponsors would go for."

Jennifer nodded.

"We've considered it," she admitted. "Trouble is, whenever the sponsors send gifts, they tend to not be anything useful. Like, everyone once got a crate of bottled drinks that had their names on them, except every name was misspelled. Or the drink had a strange flavor."

"That's... pointless." He looks deadpan into the middle distance at this revelation. "I'm not sure how to fix it, then. It would be better if we could at least make requests."

"It would," she agreed. "But I think this is part of how Atroma controls us, too. No giving us useful tools, and the supplies we get are just enough to get by. And they can claim they have no control over what the sponsors send us."

"Maybe they don't considering some of what's gotten through, but I still find it hard to believe." He sighs. "Still, I guess the first aid kits stashed everywhere convenient is the next best option."

"Mmhmm- nobody's really sure how much of what Atroma tells us about the show and the audience and the sponsors is real and how much of it is a lie." She rubbed tiredly at her eyes. "So yeah, you're right- it's all we can do for now. Make sure supplies are at hand and that people know how to use them."

"If that's the best we can do, then we should do it as best we can." He puts a hand on her shoulder then offers a smile, standing up a little unsteadily.

"For now, we can't help anyone else until we've gotten some rest."

Jennifer grinned back, rising up as well.

"This is true. I think I need a shower and about... a day or so of sleep should do it."

Adalwolfe laughs in agreement. "You've got that right. We've earned it."

With a yawn and a saunter, Hawke waves and turns heel to head to his own ship and his own bed.