Accessing the newest brains of the Operation

Posted on Wed 26th Nov, 2025 @ 10:21pm by Makila i'Hartelhai & Lieutenant Victor Delling MD & Lieutenant Wyndon Rapisarta MD

946 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: From The Ashes
Location: Medical Lab 2

"Vic, whose work is this?" Wyndon asked as he pulled up the violet notations in their document that they shared with all the doctors and researchers. He'd already signed off on a trial of her first set of ideas. They were being implemented on patients as the doctors were speaking. The layout of the experiment she proposed was pure brilliance, taken straight out of ancient medicine and treatments that your average doctor wouldn't remember much less attempt to implement.

"Shes one of our residents actually, Makila i'hartelhai."

"That sounds...." Wyndon trailed off, the color draining from his face. The tremor that sometimes took his hands came and went as he fought to control the atavistic fear that came just from the speaking of the name.

"Romulan? Yes, i believe she is a hybrid. Betazoid if I recall correctly, though she's never been rated. Near perfect scores on her exams, mind like a steel trap. Nothing gets by her." Victor commented quietly, flipping through her records. "She's got an interesting story, if you care to know her history. I've only read what's in her file though."

Wyndon blanched again, and cleared his throat. "Do you think she'd want to be on an experimental research team?"

"You'd have to ask her, you know that I won't answer for her. Do you think you'd be able to work with her?" Victor looked surprised by the suggestion. It had been an age since Wyndon had been untroubled by the past that was classified in his record. He'd witnessed some of the nightmares, and the fear he had was real. Victor had been shocked that his friend had agreed to come here to begin with, considering the amount of Romulans on board. He couldn't decide if it was brave of his friend, or foolhardy.

"I dunno, I'd like to think so. Its...I mean..."

Victor heaved a sigh and rested a hand on Wyndon's shoulder. "If you think you can work with her, then I highly endorse it. She's brilliant from all the information I have, and she's made a good first impression on me. She helped with the Floribunda triage and treatment."

"You would conjure an emergency just to make a good first impression." Wyndon's teasing was gently delivered, and caused Victor to roll his eyes expressively.

"I should have left you on the Myogi."

"Gods save me from that fate." Wyndon threw his hand up to his forehead in a dramatic pose. "Anything but that"

"Idiot." Victor said, laughing as he left.

Wyndon tapped his comm badge and spoke calmly into it. "Dr Rapisarta to Dr. i'Hartelhai"

It took a moment before the comm was answered with a soft feminine voice. "This is Dr. i'Hartelhai"

"I've a research proposition for you, if that's something that might interest you."

"Depends on the research." There was definite interest in her voice that was clear even over the comm line.

"If you're open to discussing it..." Wyndon said quietly, looking at his schedule "I can meet you in the Medical Library after your last appointment this afternoon."

"I am more than a little intrigued sir."

"I'll see you later then."

What if he's right? What if I can't work with her? What if I make a fool of myself in the first moments because I can't tell the difference between her and them? Have I made enough progress? I haven't been to any of the assigned therapists since Vic's Court martial. Can I work with a Romulan? Can I? Am I healed enough to manage to look at her, and speak to her? She's a hybrid but I should be better than that. I haven't had a nightmare about that since the Raust expedition. Wyndon took a steadying breath and looked to trembing hands. Maybe he'd get an anxiety injection before he started this meeting, or maybe some liquid courage was the answer. He was sure he had a bottle of whiskey somewhere in his belongings. She's a hybrid, it shouldn't be an issue. She won't look like the agents.

"Computer, display image of Dr. Makila i'Hartelhai."

The computer display lit up with a woman's face. Wyndon had closed his eyes to prepare himself before he looked, hoping the panic wouldn't rise in him immediately. It was still difficult after all these years to be confronted with a Romulan. This young doctor, did not look like a Romulan. Not enough that he was sure she was one, except for the fact that he Knew she was. Dr. i'Hartelhai looked young, which tracked with what he knew of her at only 21 years of age she was a bit of a prodigy. Her black curls were wild and barely tamed by the tie that bound her hair back from her face. The ears were pointed, but not as much as he'd been expecting. She also didn't have the deep brow ridge of the northern Romulans, from which a large amount of the Tal'Shair agents he'd been in the care of had sported. Hers were softened, both by age, birth location and by the fact that she was a hybrid. The white coat drew his eye to her name and he nodded slowly. The fear he was expecting wasn't there. Maybe, maybe he was making some progress.

Makila couldn't move from where she'd been sitting quietly in the lab. When her breath returned, she leaned back in the chair, that obediently moved away from the wall so she wouldn't strike her head. Clutching her PADD to her chest the doctor kicked off the aforementioned wall allowing her chair to spin freely. A squeal of delight devolved into mad giggling. "It worked!"

 

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