<b>SS Medical Facility.<br/>
Location Classified.<br/>
10:45 IST</b><br/><br/>The procedure was going quite well. Shreiker was a deft hand at this sort of thing and his motions seemed more like a choreographed sequence that an actual operation. He had already stripped the young woman's left arm casing away, to reveal a clockwork skeleton of simulated bones and muscles,  high durability polymers snaked their way around  the tritanium alloy, quietly resting now as Shreiker began his work. His first order of business was to inject the young woman with a series of tubules along the sides of her body, these were to serve as entry points for his nanomites and the nutrient rich fluid that they suspended themselves in. The girl was already out so that any pain from long needles inserted into her bones would not register to her waking mind.<br/>Shreiker smiled as the room filled with a low hum as the injector machine span up, deliver a slugging dark grey liquid up the tubes and into the woman's body at the 16 different entry points. Shreiker grinned, the process had begun, it would take a few minutes for the nanomites to orientate themselves, in the meantime he worked his hand up toward the girl's face. He reached out a hand wordlessly and one of the spider arms reached out and handed him a small syringe full of the dark liquid. With nary a moment of delay, Shreiker pulled the cap off, thumbed the young girl's damaged eyelid open, and injected the liquid in her sclera. He repeated the procedure on her undamaged eye as well, within minutes the nanomites had gone to their work, repairing her eyes and restoring them to pristine condition. Slowly but surely the milky white damaged eye began to shimmer again, and the unseeing irises turned light blue, like the colour of the sky.<br/>Shreiker grinned and let the girl's eyes shut, the nanomonitor beeped at him, letting him know that everything was ready, and waiting for his go. Shreiker nodded to himself, he circled around the edge of the operating table. He reached out again silently to the machine, and with a soft whirr the robot responded, carefully moving one of its arms to retrieve a bio-cast that had been already prepared for the young lady. With great care and gentle hands Shreiker cut the prothesis's power and nerve taps and pulled it from the girl, a bit of warm red blood gently splattering out as he did. He deftly attached the biocast to her. He stared at the viewscreen as the spide bot's defts hands assisted him in lining the cast up perfectly to her internal structure.  Shreiker's machine fasten it tightly to her the transparent arteries and veins and capillaries of the case started to fill with a little blood from the small wound in the fleshy stump of her arm. "Now comes the fun part." Shreiker grinned widely like a Cheshire cat, satisfied that everything was attached securely. He flipped the switch, signalling the nanomites to begin their work...and that they did.<br/><br/>Burrowing through the healed over skin, fresh blood poured and began to flow into the cast, establishing a circulation pattern that thumped it course throughout the artificial limb as the tiny machines began their work. Slowly but surely, veins and arteries began to form, using the mould of the cast as a guide. Shreiker monitored the screen, the seal was holding and the second stage was beginning. The machine made three  small puncture in the very top of the cast, where the biceps, brachoradalis and brachialis would be respectively. They born down towards the bone cavities and there began to inject the same dark grey fluid into the cast. Almost instantly after the davity had been filled, little cartilaginous masses began to form in the fluid, slowly moving together and beginning to form the base of bone. Red and pink muscle fibers began to take shape, twisting and stretching softly as the attached themselves to the newly formed cartilage, the wispy white tendons and ligaments finding their place.<br/><br/>The process little more than an hour. Everything had gone excellently, no power spikes, no rogue nanos and no accidental gene splicing. Shreiker beamed with  childlike euthusiam as he powered down the monitors and the last of the nanomites retreated through the syringes. He surveyed the young woman, except fora few slight brusies at the insertion points, the young woman that lay before him was absolutely perfect. No scars, no damaged limbs, no lasting marks...there wasn't even a blemish or skin pigmentation anomaly.  Shreiker knew that she wasn't fully healed, it would take some time for her bones to properly form in her repaired arm and the nerves would be a off for a day or two, but it was a smashing sucess.<br/>Shreiker couldn't help himself, he had to see her reaction, he loved that look that his patients gave him when they came to...<br/><br/>He administered a  small doseage of ammonium carbonate to her nasal passages and gave her a gentle nudge, stirring the young lady into wakefulness.<br/><br/>"Wake up, Frauline Green, wake up. I have something you will want to see." he smiled warmly.<br/><br/><br/><b>New York Spaceport<br/>
11:02 Local Time</b><br/><br/>Commander Farquhar was nervous. He always was before a mission. He was a worrier, always had been even  the slightest alteration in the plan was enough to make his stomach churn. Of course he always kept it under his hat, military training and a healthy sense of personal pride always kept the worst of his misgivings at bay, but still they were they. And perhaps that was a good thing in a way, he had an almost painstaking attention to detail, and while he wasn't the fastest XO at getting the everyday "housekeeping" accomplished, he was the best at his job, bar none. Everyone under his command knew him well for this, "If you're going to do something, do it right it." he would tell them, to a chorus of sighs and under-the-breath curses.<br/>It didn't matter though, as XO his job wasn't to be liked, it was to get shit done.<br/><br/>And today that "shit" came down from Alliance Brass. Secure Intelligence Division no less...and that's why Farquhar was so damned nervous. There were men and women on the ship that didn't smell right, "spooks", as he called em. Sure they had all their documents in a row, and their appearances that of your average fleet personnel, but they were all wrong. He could just feel it. Like the stench of death clutching to a corpse. They were very wrong... He hated them poking around his ship, free and loose, but Captain McTavish had ordered him to stand down.<br/>"We both know that there are CEA's aboard." she had told Farquhar, "But we are under orders not to impede their work."<br/>Farquhar steamed, "Ship security can more than handle this, Captain, I see no need fo-"<br/>She silenced him with a warm smile and a finger to his lips, an expression she reserved only for him when they were alone.<br/>"I know, Luke, but you must trust that Internal Security knows best about these matters, considering our cargo."<br/>Farquhar had grimaced, but nodded his resignation, still hating being relegated to the "backburner". Captain McTavish had chuckled at him, kindly as she then proceeded to attempt to "cheer him up". All the more reason why he was nervous with these Counter Espionage Agents aboard., fraternization could get them both in deep trouble, and while Luke had no problem dealing with the consequences of his actions, he didn't want to involve the captain, although it originally been her idea...<br/>But he would never betray his captain like that, much less a friend.<br/>His thoughts had embroiled him, so much so he had become unaware of the world around him on the bridge.<br/>A young red haired Lieutenant suddenly bolted into his peripheral vision, causing him to jump back in a start. “Sirs, Lieutenant Junior Grade Sienna Miranda reporting for duty.”<br/>Commander Farquhar let go a look of surprise, then mild irritation at the young woman before he collected himself. Captain McTavish silently chuckled as she regarded her XO with a suppressed smile of amusement.<br/>"Miranda...Miranda" he nodded, browsing through the file cabinet of his mind before whipping out the file.<br/><br/>"Ah yes. Sienna Leca Miranda, LtJg, Helmsman and Ship Navigator;  studied at the Alliance Academy, NYM; Daughter of Alicia Mirandia, AI tech and CEO of Cry-teK. Very good, please take your station." he rattled off her file from memory his voice finally composed and official. "We will be getting underway within the hour."<br/><br/>As the woman took her seat, Farquhar made a mental note of her, his minds eye still glancing over her files and accolades. There was something about her that didn't quite sit right in his mind. What was the daughter of a multimillionaire doing in the Navy?  Why did she seem so...normal? Hardly what he would expected from a near-celebrity. Something didn't smell right, and Farquhar determined to keep an eye on her, whatever this mission brought...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>