Jermija stood in his room with his stuff unpacked. His computer set up and encrypted to military protocol. His book's sorted in alphabetical order like he usually did in his military days. While his booze sorted by year it was distilled and aged. He adjusted his room to the way he had it on earth.A reminder for him that Earth still exists, no matter wherever they are in space nor how far away.
He placed on his usual military attire, beret and his cargo pants and boots. Grabbed his dog tags and armed himself with a Kingmaker IV, engraved with his name on it before venturing out. Jermija followed the ships layout towards a security room where a few other technical military officers were located. Some with the Federation insignia on their arms, other's with the Nagasaki Conglomerate's insignia. The secruity room was one of the most technological advanced rooms on the ship. Remote control to every function of the ship, even flying if the Admiral instructs it. To camera's watching every person.
"Report Technician R. Roberts" Jermija said to the nearest tech, as he saluted Jermija.
"Lt. Turov, pleasure to see you, systems online and running smoothly, diagnostic is ready to run.. after you?" Roberts said after pointing to the central console. Jermija moved towards the console and log in to the system, He then allowed the diagnostic to run. The camera screens cycled through every view, making sure it was online. While functions tests were simulated and not actually done. Every function and control was tested.
"Camera Diagnostic Complete, no errors" a voice said, the AI for the settings/diagnostic menu.
"Functions complete, everything is good to go" one of the other techs said.
Jermija nodded with approval, before looking left and right. He stood tall and changed the display of the center console/table to menu's of every department and began scrolling through everything to get a better understanding of it.
"So we'll be able to see the status of the engines, cyro pods and other stuff from here right?" asked Jermija.
"Yes sir, the display will give you an insight look at everything." a technician replied
"What if I want to view say a operation, there's a inmate that has been green lit to perform operations on here and I need to see everything"
"You'll be able to see that as well sir"
"Right, what about in a power outage. Let's say we hit a nebula or something?" asked Jermija, looking around
"The auxiliary power generator has a hard manual switch near to the entrance of the room, one that is activated a few displays open up and a light, blue in color is emitted. To activate the emergency power supply for the remainder of the ship, one can either turn on the aux power generators in this room or use the manual hard switch to activate the major rooms main generator" a technician said, busy typing away at something.
Jermija nodded and got more acquainted to the systems. Astonished at the amount of power the whole system had. If someone with a the wrong intent got a hold of it he'd be surprised at the massive damage they could cause, or see and learn of what is really going on..
"Right thanks for the briefing I'll come later tonight for more in depth protocol and read all the manuals later. I got to meet the inmate. See you all" Jermija stated before he departed out of the door, towards the meeting room.
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Walls covered in drab greyscale tones, the dim lights on the ceiling highlighting the bare nature of the cell, he didn't feel like he had left anything. Jameson donned his crown, and sat atop his throne, a cot with an admittedly comfortable mattress to cradle him in his journey away from everything he had ever known as home. The king's scenic view of his kingdom, a dimly lit ceiling of bare metal and survaillance cameras, was all that he had to accompany him and his departure from Earth. He wondered who they had taken and who they had left behind. What influenced their choices? Would he be on the same ship as the families as his victims? Now that they were stuck on the same vessel, would there be an attempt on his life? What about reconciliation? Jameson smirked. That was a pipe dream.
The ship heaved, and the Admiral's speech over the intercom was interesting.
Best and brightest, eh? At least someone thinks so. The realization hadn't really hit Jameson yet. The last 3 years on Earth, he had spent in a cell. Not much time outside, and the view from his old cell's window wasn't all that spectacular, anyways. His parents crossed his mind. His mother was a successful business woman, he wondered if that was enough to get the both of them on the ship. He hadn't seen much of them since the trial, either.
I wonder how their holding up? They must be getting a bit stiff with age. "Amanda, he's doing it again." Came a voice from outside his cell.
"Doing wha- Oh shit, I hate it when he does that." The female guard replied, her voice weaknening when she saw the king before her.
The smirk on Jameson's face quickly disappeared. When the guards talked as if he couldn't hear them, it always irritated him to no end.
"Hey, Doc. You feeling alright?" Said the male guard.
Jameson craned his neck upwards, giving himself an inverted view of his cell door and the apprehensive guards standing outside of them. They seemed a bit taken aback when he shifted his gaze to them, judging by the slightly disturbed looks he could see through their helmet visors.
"You wanna tell us why you put your headset on again?" The guard named Amanda said, in a rather condescending tone.
Jameson simply stared for a moment, and then returned his gaze to the ceiling. The headset was a sort of sedative for him. It calmed him, took him back to the operation room, where he was in his element. Hands on vital organs, robotic arms coming in, lifting flaps of flesh, helping him make incisions so small his couldn't see. Replacing entire organs and limbs, running nerve endings into artificial cybernetics. The rush that came when a complication arose. Hands, arms, aprons all covered in a crimson coat in the aftermath of a good procedure. The visions riveted Jameson to the core. Even if there were no vital signs of a patient reading on the display, or no power to the helmet to activate the optics, he still enjoyed the memories and images it conjured whenever he donned it.
"Uh, doc?"
One the guards buzzer beeped after viewing Jameson. The words "TUROV IS COMING" were written on the small interface
"Lt. is coming, fuck sakes, look professionial" stated the male, holding onto his M90 tightly.
Jermija was spotted walking down the hallway towards the room with another male, holding onto a M90. He held a cup of coffee while in the other hand a file, a thick file.
Both of the officers saluted with one hand, the other was occupied holding onto their gun.
"Sir!" The male and female said. Standing up tall. One finger wag instructed both to open the door. The female went inside of the room, and guarded the space near to the door, while the male and Jermija went inside, to view Jameson. Jermija sat himself at a coffee table, placing the file and a cup of coffee gently on it
"Join me, Jameson"
Jameson turned only his head to gaze at the man that had squeezed himself at the table before him. He was young, but the way the guards obeyed his orders, the way he carried himself, he had to be someone important. Jameson slowly sat up, and removed his Operation Headset from his head, setting it beside him on the bed. He took his glasses from his desk, and put them on, taking the few steps away from his cot to slide into a seat at the table, across from the important man.
Jermija opened the file which had various pages of important documents. He had a small sip of coffee before he began to speak with Jameson
"Federation doctor, moved sides... more money or?" Jermija asked, almost out of no where.
"Family." Jameson replied, with a low voice.
"Jermija nodded, seeming somewhat convinced. More flipping of papers was seen before various newspaper clippings relating with the case againist the surgeon
"Assisted suicide/dying with pride, you assisted in roughly 10-20 sucides over the course of a few years, correct?" Jermija asked again.
"Twelve of them." Jameson spoke. He scanned the news document clippings that sat before the man. Images of him being guided to and from courtrooms, dehumanized in his solid tone jumpsuit, hands bound in zipties. Intrusive camera lenses and flashes from every angle, as if Jameson were some sort of animal. The doctor felt his blood heat up, his heart beating faster.
Jermija closed the file and looked towards Jameson, he had a long sip of his coffee as he placed the cup down once more. Adjusting the military grade watch his eye' finally met Jameson's.
"Lt. Turov, I run the security for this vessel. I heard about your case and I sympathize with you. Although my opinions on the matter are in a grey zone." Jermija said, viewing Jameson.
Jameson's gaze met the man's eyes, and stayed there. None of the man's words rang completely genuine to him, but, at least someone was actually trying to speak to him. He gave a simple nod, keeping eye contact.
I bet he's got healthy organs. Young, healthy guy. Military. It would be an easy operations, little complications. He'll probably take some deep slashes. maybe blunt tramua and internal bleeding by the time his job is done. Nothing I couldn't handle. He wouldn't die on the table."Now, simply put" Jermija began as he presented two documents, one by the conglomerate the other by the Federation "You're a man with different perceptions" both documents were laid out in front of Jameson. One of the documents, by the Conglomerate, spoke harshly, referenced the case and the "cruel" methods that Jameson operates. The Federation one simply labelled him as a inmate, a outlaw and someone they need to keep a eye on.
"Your one of the best surgeons in the industry, that's a given, but this case has destroyed your reputation. So here's what I see fit for you" Jermija stated, presenting out a schedule from the file.
"One, you operate in the main surgery room, one guard armed with a assault rifle watching every move. If you do mess up or try to "end his misery" my men are on shoot first ask questions later protocol, do you understand"
Jameson nodded, but before the man could speak again, he chirped up, his voice lower than before "I'm good at my job. No matter how many guards, you wouldn't know what I'm doing until it's done. Big risk."
Jermija smirked. "That's why I enrolled you into therapeutic sessions, three times a week in the afternoon hours to attend to this "problem". Now two, your officially also gonna be our coroner. We got a dead body, alien carcass or something
dead that needs examining you're the man to call got it?
Something flared in Jameson's mind.
Cadavers? That wasn't something he had done much of. Exciting prospect for the doctor. He nodded.
"Three" Jermija said tapping on the schedule. "Your food, rest and free time is regulated. A simple request by the conglomerate, look at the schedule, guards will be with you 24/7 a day, expect in the therapeutic sessions."
The doctor leaned forward, eyeing the schedules. Not much deviation than from what he was used to, except now, he was given a bit more free time and the new 'therapy sessions.' Interesting."Limits on where I can go?"
"Archives are the only free room right now for you, everywhere else is restricted unless with good reason, oh and by the way at times the'll be a second medical professional assisting with your operations, so be prepared for that" Jermija stateed before standing up.
A library. Figures. They must know me better than I thought. Jameson watched as the man stood up, leaving the two schedules on the desk. He looked up, and gave the man a final nod as he prepared to leave.
Jermija grabbed his belongs and departed, one guard followed him while the female and the male stayed, The door was locked after the female left.
The man and guards left, leaving the cell feeling empty again. Jameson was silently seated at the coffee table, and sat for a moment, contemplating the conversation. Did he come off as mentally unstable? He was surprised the
Head of Security, of all people, came to visit him. Pushing those thoughts aside, Jameson stood, took a few steps back to his bed, and removed his glasses. The king donned his crown once again, and laid back down, enjoying the majestic view of his kingdom once more.
