Turing Station welcomed the Cerberus crew aboard with no difficulties.
Paul, in spite of his protests, was taken to the Medical Bay in a wheelchair. Angela insisted that he couldn’t strain himself. Grace took Baron Wolfgang, who protested a little but seemed more secure about Paul being in good hands.
“You must dine with us,” Alexandria told Yuri.
“You know that I do not require food,” Yuri stated.
“That doesn’t matter,” Meiling said. “Food tastes better with good friends and we have some catching up to do. Besides, your ship will be here for a little while. So, we might as well take advantage of it to spend some quality time together.”
“I also have an invitation for you,” Siya interjected. “Please, come down to my laboratory. I’d love the chance to study your systems.” She glanced at Meiling and Alexandria. “I promise I won’t do anything that might damage her.”
“I will consider your request,” Yuri told Siya. “As for you two, I will construct a dessert and bring it with me. What time would you like me to be there?”
“18:00,” Alexandria told her.
“I look forward to trying your cooking,” Meiling added.
“How long will the procedure take?” Ophelia asked.
“A couple hours,” Lucas said. “She’ll have to basically connect the eye to his brain so that he can control it and see through it as though it were a normal eye. He’ll be sedated for it so he won’t feel a thing.”
“But it isn’t a normal eye,” Lucy observed.
Lucas shook his head. “It’s actually better. This model has the ability to see X-rays & see in Infra-red. It’ll have perfect night vision and a hundred times zoom function. His left eye will be the bomb.”
“Is there any risk of rejection?” Ophelia asked.
Lucas shook his head. “Paul doesn’t have allergies to the integration drugs. As long as he remembers to take them until the regiment is over with, his body will accept the new eye with no problems.”
“And how long will our the good Doctor be confined to bed?” Lucy asked.
“Usually with those types of injuries we’d suggest a couple weeks of bed rest and another couple of taking it easy,” Lucas stated. “I know you’re probably in a hurry to get back to your missions, but please don’t push him.”
“Don’t worry,” Ophelia said. “Our crew comes before profits. If he needs the rest, we’ll stay here until he’s ready to go back to work. I’m sure our crew could use some R&R any way.”
Femi took Leon to Turing’s experimental weapon testing site.
“This sniper scope is insane,” Leon said. “Can you actually shoot something from orbit with this?”
“If you accurately feed it all the details about the planet’s weather conditions & atmosphere,” Femi answered. “Although right now it only works with very specialised bullets that won’t break down easily in the atmosphere and they can’t be mass produced since they use a rare element. Even without that, it’s still a top of the line weapon if you have it on the ground.”
Leon tested the rifle’s weight. It was surprisingly light. “How long until I can see him?” he asked.
“Angela will call us when he’s done with surgery and awake,” Femi reassured him. “Are you really that worried?”
“A little anxious,” Leon answered. “I know that she’s a fantastic doctor, but that doesn’t make it easy.” He grabbed a random assault rifle from the rack. “What does this one do?”
“Tell me something,” Kat said. “How’d an old soldier like you end up on a satellite filled with scientists trying to design the future?”
Jack studied her. “It’s not that complicated. I grew up on a frontier Alliance world called Phestus Beta. The authorities were more than a little corrupt and it became a nesting ground for scum. I went through the military Academy and joined, trying to fix the problem from within. But that was naive. They framed me and tried to hunt me down. I became a vigilante, striking at both the corrupt leaders of the force and at the criminals who ran everything. It didn’t matter who it was, once I had that proof of wrong doing I’d get them in my sights.”
“You were a vigilante,” Kat said. “That doesn’t explain how you got to Turing.”
“I’m getting to that,” Jack said. “Eventually, my activities got media attention and the depths of the corruption were brought to light. The Alliance had no choice but to send a fresh force. One that would deal with the problem.”
“I remember reading something about that,” Kat stated. “Please, go on.”
“After that, I left Pestus,” Jack said. “I was still a soldier, but without a battle to fight. I wandered for a while and ended up on Turing. I knew right away that their neutral status and advanced devices would make them a target. So, I agreed to come aboard to protect this place.” He looked over at her. “I imagine it’s like you with the Cerberus.”
Kat smiled. “That may very well be the case.”
Paul opened his eyes.
“How are you feeling?” Angela asked.
“Dehydrated, but okay,” he answered.
“That’s a side effect of the integration drugs,” Angela said. She handed him a glass of water. “You’ll have to make sure you have ready access to fluids for a while. How’s the eye?”
“I can see with it,” Paul answered. “It feels almost like my normal eye.”
“That’s good,” Angela said. She held up her arm. “Try X-raying my hand. Don’t force it, just think of what you want to do.”
Paul looked at her hand. It shifted to bone. “I see it,” he said.
“Good. Now, turn it off,” she said.
The view shifted back to her regular hand.
“That will be very useful,” Paul said.
“So will the magnification function,” Angela stated. “Right now the eye’s matched to your other. But you can change the colour and give yourself heterochromia if you wish.”
“I think my usual grey will be fine,” Paul said.
“Of course,” Angela said. “Get some rest. I’ll let your friends know that you’re up.”