<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna felt like someone had bound some boulders to her legs, when she walked up to the audience room in the inner ring. It had taken some calls and some time to get an audience with the sister of the Queen. But it was a lot quicker than usual, the word princess had opened shortcuts that were normally taboo. Kira and Donna were with her, but it made the walk upstairs not easier. The Shadow was mostly a fair partner, but when it came to problems with the royal family Deanna was never sure about the outcome. It was one of the reasons why she disliked Kira seeing Carrie, but there was no chance she could forbid her daughter that. Kira may use some of her drugs on her own mother and Deanna had absolutely no desire to be some drug-controlled zombie mother to her daughter. She sighed inwardly wondering where her daughter had got that disposition from. She had personally checked the genes of the male partners she had paired into Kira. None of them had something like that homosexual streak in them. Or was it in herself? She knew that she had tasted some females in younger years, but it had never played out. But maybe the disposition was in her genes already? <br/><br/>The doors of the audience room were opened by two female guards with plasma weapons at their belts. How far had they come from the first transmitters blocking those plasma weapons from being fired against nobles to their latest implant trials? It was quite a way, she had to admit it. Deanna entered the light-flooded room with Donna and Kira on her heels. It fascinated her everytime how those tiny overhead openings could provide such an amount of brightness in this room. It must be some electronic trick. The Shadow was sitting behind the desk in her usual dress. She looked more like mid-twenty than like the forty she was now. But plastic surgery was far developed, even if it wasn't Deanna's area of expertise.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Now, what is this with the princess, Planckard?"</span><br/><br/>Deanna knew that they may be in trouble. If the sister of the Queen called her Planckard instead of Doc, it may be the first sign that she was falling from grace. Deanna bowed to the Queen's sister as did her two companions. They weren't offered a seat, which was no good sign either.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You are familiar with our work we did on the Princess after her accident? Yes, you are, I remember that you advised the Queen on it. It looks like her new accident caused one of the devices to malfunction and it leads to a complete system shutdown. We are not able to control the princess right now. And we have no idea if it is temporary or permanent, correctable or terminal." </span><br/><br/>Deanna watched how the Queen's sister waived a guard over and send him off after speaking with her. That wasn't running good at all. Deanna swallowed hard and she heard some mumbling behind her from Donna, that sounded a lot like, oh gods help us. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"This is definitely more than I can decide by myself. And as you three are the initial participants in that surgery, I guess it is best you explain what is not working anymore. To my sister. I have send for her."</span></div>