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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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Nightingale has flopped on over on a few chairs nearby. She doesn't seem physically exhausted- Mana depletion isn't that big of a problem for her- But that level of emotional exhaustion is a rare thing.

She just lifts a hand to wave weakly to Hawke, in a form of feeble thanks for their work together on Wrath.

He waves back, similarly exhausted even if the cause is different.

"Thank you. I think she'll be able to recover fully, now. And more quickly than without magical help."

"No, I should be the one thanking you... I wouldn't have been able to do anything without another healer handy." She sighs, rolling slightly to turn her head to face him better. "I'm a terrible healer."

"I couldn't tell by what you did in there." He grins. "I'm not much of a healer myself. I know enough to stop bleeding or seal a cut, but anything more advanced and I just don't have the finesse. I'm much better with combat magic."

"Same here." She groans, waving a hand, with little gusts of wind flicking off from it. "I have enough casts of Fire3 stocked to kill just about anything, but even a little healing takes all of my MP to get anything done."

"MP? Is that what you call mana?" Through context that's what it sounds like. "And what do you mean by casts being stocked? Don't you just know a spell and that's that?"

"Sort of?" She answers hesitantly, trying to figure out how to explain. "MP is Magic Points... Um, basically, it's a numerical representation of the amount of mana you have. Yeah, I know my spells, but they each require a certain amount of MP to cast. I have two hundred seventy MP at my maximum, and each cast of Fire3 costs thirty, so... nine casts stocked when I'm at full, and less when I cast other spells. Does that make sense?"

"Interesting. I was never taught anything so exact. For me, it's more something I just... fell. I know I can summon ice and then I know when I'm too spent to do so anymore without rest or a lyrium potion. I've never counted just how may times I can do it before I can't anymore, and I suspect the number varies depending on a lot of factors." Willpower has a lot to do with it, and that does change if his circumstances change, like who he's fighting or who he's protecting.

"It's fascinating that you can count it out like that."

"What's 'lyrium'?" is all she can think to ask. There's more she wants to say, but... She's had enough of people calling her world a game. She's tired of hearing how strange her world is, and she knows that if she mentions that she knows all her stats, and everyone in her world does, that's just going to come back out.

"It's a mana rich ore that we use to make potions and focus crystals when its processed. Raw lyrium can kill you." He shrugs, lyrium such a mundane thing that he doesn't think to expand on it. He's more interested in just how exacting her world is with magic. Measuring things like that seems far from a game to him, more like her entire world is full of mathematicians and scholars, putting numbers to things and able to measure what he previously thought to be immeasurable.

"I'd be interesting in hearing more about how your magic and such works, when you're up to it." He's not going to put upon her now, not when they both need a good long nap.

She lifts a hand wearily, and a burst of light and sparkles appears around it, before her hand drops back down.

"Like that." She deadpans. "But another time, that sounds good. I'm working on some magic studies here, anyway."

He gives an amused snort at her little fireworks display. "Like I said, when you're up to it. And let me know if you need any help with the magical studies. I'm not very academic, but I can hold my own."