Factum Est

[Hilee 0]

Factum Est

 

Personal log: Hilee,Richard,B.,Lt.Aeng/Temporary Ceng...U.S.S. Manticore NCC-5852-A

 

The ensuing hours since ordered to report to sickbay and undergo surgical alterations has proven to be quite interesting indeed. The first of events came as the head engineering crews were informed and ordered to begin the transformations.

 

The first obvious rebuttal came from Mr.Pilot...and rightfully so...How in Hades do you make a Klingon/Human hybrid look like a Romulan?. I must give all allocates to the medical staff as they applied their trade for as the outcome of the surgery was quite amazing and a bit unsettling as he came out of surgery looking every bit the appearance of a Romulan Centurion.

 

The alterations to Mr.Doug T., went pretty much as expected ...with the exception of Mr .T's per chant for inquiring,questioning constantly.The medical crew responded in kind of course with a full sedation of Doug as he went limp and asleep while they did their miracles...and in short time produced the desired results . Mr.T awoke looking like a true Romulan replete with the ears,and brow and hair...A look of puzzlement was noted.

 

I had stood back along the parameters of sickbay with the majority of the command staff as the alterations were done in order of appearance from the various departments as the select crews reported as ordered. During the wait there was a constant heads over broadcasting all the while listening and absorbing the irritating constant repetition of the Romulan dialect we all were being force fed.

 

The time had arrived for me to go under the lazer scalpel as those before had done. I was observing the various reactions from those that had undergone the procedure and was delighted to hear the varied responses from some as they either stated the change was most enhancing...possibly an improvement,At others it abounded they expressed their concerns and hopes that it could be reversed along with all the ugly augmentations in their opinions.

 

The medical staff of the Manticore have once again proved they are among the very best that the Fleet has to offer as they worked their miracles...and quieted any and all concerns as they related to any permanent change. I was listing off for only a moment in my mind when a certain doctor looked down and asked me if I felt ok...with a clear genuine concern in her voice. I looked up to peer at the changed features of the doctor and found myself looking square into the face of the enemy...a Romulan.

 

The doctor smiled and reassured me all was well as the effects of the sedation began to wear off and allowing me to return to full consciousness. I had briefly considered when my eyes first focused on the doctor to lash out and snap a neck if you will...after all they are the enemy we have all trained to fight. I obviously had not taken into consideration the effects of the medication as when I attempted to move at first...movement was denied.

 

The minutes followed as I regained full awareness of my surroundings and back to reality to look over and observe Commander Precip retching in pain. The entire time we had all been in sickbay that damnable recorded learning tool had been invading every moment with the literal Romulan language and translations. Relentless in it's pursuit... I had momentarily considered cutting the damn things vocal cords at their source when I left and then realized that program just might make the difference wether we all survived this mission.

 

The time spent by all teams have proved again the excellent standard of this ship and compliment all with continuing their duty and daily routines and knowing each and every one may have a short life span equated into hours and minutes.The Romulan Scout is prepared...and crew have been reconfigured to meet the mission..."It is done".

Computer ..end log: Beep::.. ;)