[i]» Awakening[/i]
[indent]Olivia strode around the premises which the Aureolin hued caskets confined, tending to the recently awakened defunct as the genesis of reentry to the blissful adornments of life was crucial to her research. She, too, had suffered expulsion of void matter reminiscent that of spew, though sealed away behind the vails of her midnight drapery clothing the scalp. Floundering, then, there around that tomb where they had once departed, Olivia sought to examine the crew which Aphelion so ardently shielded from the enmity of space.

“Close, but not quite; it’s a bit more than just a hangover, love,” Olivia intervened the attempts of obscuring physical symmetry with bland attire, so reprehensively conceived by Triskin. The balmy textures of graceful hands caressed her who the bright of Olivia’s carried flashlight suffered in the aftermath of gastroduodenal riddance; piercing the mechanisms of ophthalmic abilities. “I’m sorry, Alice, but I have to check your functions; just bear with me for a second,” Olivia ever so courteously apologized for the inconvenience, though not without requital as the skimpy woman conducted her perusals in tantalizing apparel. “There, all done,” the midnight haired woman concluded.

Careful considerations were granted to one whom faux extremities directed, that ever so fierce man of appointed death and destruction, D’Angelo. She of Laster to him blessed with a glimpse of fluorescent white through her lips after Examination de Brevity. “Come and see me in the Med-Bay later,” Olivia spoke, her tone residing in the lower, sensual frequencies; “I have to adjust a few things on your… equipment.”

Away she was shooed by Sandoval, in her attempts to elevate mending and return orientations that to him were essential. With discourage Olivia was overcome and thus ignored her desires and demands. She frowned at his antagonistic and destructive remedies with which political solution is conducted.[/indent]

[i]» Recuperation[/i]
[indent]The revitalizing fluids which down the length of her exposed physique traversed were mystifyingly enhancing that aspect of cerebrality. An occult comfort within the claustrophobic contraption was ever so present and eternally reoccurring. There Olivia could along the astral belts of imagination ponder remedies for her predicaments, though the experience could never attain beau ideal without the ingenuity of that gadget which kept her dentition blazing. She basked in her ecstasy.[/indent]

[i]» Briefing[/i]
[indent]Olivia flowed through the access which to the mess guided its passers. The woman’s sleek lineaments had by her been spruced with blasé intentions, though voluptuous enough for the fragile of heart and mind to mesmerize. A fresh, lavender scented aroma from her presence engulfed the Cafeteria. Her silky hand, burdenless, gently swept the captain’s shoulder a breeze, as a symbol of recognition, before the midnight haired woman seated herself within that authoritative presence, sipping her honey laced herbal tea. “Smooth,” Olivia’s sarcasm expulsed from within her intestines, marking the Security Officer’s comment to the Captain.

Inducted, then, there on that frigid appliance of some hardened material, Olivia from underneath her fashionable poncho, of soft fabrics and emblazoned with deadened tones, slipped a device with which she amused the silence desolate dreams had imposed. The data, which illuminated before her Cerulean gaze, had risen to its potential existence by from within the hushed humming of artificial engines and metallic echoes observed and recorded the internal mechanisms of each and every organic composition of myriad atoms. Vigilant in her interpretation, Olivia took note of the reoccurring artefacts which within Pretorius’ diagnostics lurked to disrupt incessant research. She was hesitant to her commander burden with superfluous and possibly false alarm, thus silence kept her within its domain.[/indent]