resolution JP: Lt. Cmdr. Addison MacKenzie, Lt. Cmdr. Genkos Adea, Cmdr. Geoffrey Teller - Interstellar House of Prosthetics

[Alieth]

I have said it many times: it is wonderful to witness how characters who have had a personal development for a long time interact with each other. Plus, the fact that they have the sass and charm that @Addison MacKenzieMackenzie and @Geoffrey Teller have together adds a lot to the mix. And if they also include an (unknown to me until now IC) incredible talented @Genkos Adea in the mix they create an explosive and hilarious combo.

Furthermore, I have ALWAYS said that I love writers who dare to deal with the consequences of their characters' actions in missions and drag them through time to tell us about their consequences and how they deal with it, which is a good example in this case, not only with Genkos' leg, but how you pull strings from various missions and characters along at least 4 different ships. DELICIOUS.

A spectacular work, guys, and very funny to read.

Just a small correction, BOSS: it's not lover is BFF! 😝

 

 

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((Genkos Adea’s Quarters, Deck Two, USS Resolution))

 

Lying in bed, stroking the head of the littlest pup (who wasn’t so little anymore), Genkos mused about the past mission and whether he’d been right to do what he’d done. Each passing day had further cemented his thoughts that he had not been mistaken, and had been correct about the so-called “interference” he had run. With a sudden jolt of panic, he remembered that he still hadn’t replaced his leg; they’d patched him up fine, switched off the pain receptors and drained it of fluid fine, but it was still little more than a fancy peg leg. He nervously ran his tongue across his incisor, worrying the tip of it. Pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, he stood up unsteadily, leaning on the bed for balance and got dressed. He knew that really he should contact T’Suran as another medical officer on the ship, but he remembered their First Officer had written several interesting papers on the matter of prosthetic replacements. He wrote her a quick note to ask if she would mind meeting in the observation lounge in half an hour, and took Toto for a quick stroll around the deck.

 

((Forty-five minutes later, Observation Lounge Two, Deck Two, USS Resolution))

 

Adea: So that’s about the sum of it, would you be willing and able to help?

 

He sat back in the comfy armchair that the lounge was plentifully stocked with, and played with the sweet spot on the back of Toto’s neck. The Weimaraner shuddered with pleasure as the doctor’s fingers traced the ticklish nape. He was a cute dog, if a silly dog, and rubbed his head against Genkos’ good knee.

 

Addison sat opposite Genkos with her legs crossed and her back pressed firmly against the rear of the chair. She slowly ran her tongue over her top teeth from side to side as her gaze shifted between the PADD in her lap and Genkos’ gaze. It was several moments before she sat forward, uncrossed her legs and shifted her weight onto her other buttock.

 

MacKenzie: And what is it you’re hoping I can do for you?

 

Genkos looked down at his left calf, stretched out in front of him, limp and lifeless. Then he slowly looked back up at Addison. He wondered about the best way to describe exactly what he was proposing.

 

Adea: Well, I was hoping you could help redesign and re-administer a new leg...

 

MacKenzie raised an eyebrow as his words were processed and re-processed. Once again, she sat back and crossed her legs before she gestured around her.

 

MacKenzie: I’m a little out of practice, Doctor. You’re sure you want me to do it?

 

Genkos steepled his fingers and stared over them at his fellow doctor. He gently tapped the pads of his fingers together as he spoke.

 

Adea: Of course, I’ve read your papers on the subject and I wouldn’t have anyone else do it.

 

She took a long, slow breath in through her nose and held it until she started to get light-headed, then exhaled.

 

MacKenzie: Alright. I think Deep Space 224’s surgical facilities are far better than what we’ve got on the Resolution, so you picked the right time. But, Doctor, I don’t work alone, and my colleague is far more difficult to work with than I am...

 

She shot him a subtle, mischievous smirk as she thought of her friend.

 

Adea: Geoffrey Teller? We’ve met.

 

Genkos returned the smirk, as he remembered their time aboard the Juneau during Project Capstone, the test flight of the Warp XV. There was one memorable incident in a coffee bar where their First Officer had berated them for… something, Genkos forgot what.

 

((The Runabout Sleipnir, Somewhere in the Borderlands))

 

With his feet upon controls of the runabout Sleipnir, Geoffrey Teller was snoring to himself as the computer handled the long and uneventful flight to Deep Space Two Two Four, on the border of the Klingon Empire.  He had twice snooze’d the alarm he’d set for himself, trying to catch up on some of the sleep he’d lost during their last mission, confident the computer could handle anything routine that came up.  

 

Computer: =/\= Warning, sensors show multiple vessels on an intercept course.  Warning.  Weapons lock detected.  Warning.  =/\=  

 

Geoff startled awake, the PADD of schematics and medical notes he’d been reviewing earlier in the flight sliding off his chest and onto the floor as he tried to reorientate himself.  Short range sensors had four ships rapidly closing on their position.  With a grimace, Geoff looked towards the comm controls and realized he’d muted the audible alerts before nodding off.  When he reenabled them, he discovered the interceptors had been trying to contact him with increasing urgency for the last ten minutes, demanding his identification and clearance codes.  Sheepishly he keyed open the channel and cleared his throat.  

 

Teller:  =/\= Inbound spacecraft, this is Commander Geoffrey Teller in Runabout Sleipnir.  I’m in transit to DS224 - transmitting clearance codes for landing.  =/\=  

 

Geoff glanced over at the sensors and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes.  The computer thought they were in the right place, but the onrushing interceptors who were now broadcasting a Starfleet transponder code didn’t seem to agree.  

 

Blue Devil Lead:  =/\= Runabout Sleipnir, you have violated the security perimeter of Outpost 89 Delta.  This is a Starfleet Intelligence secure facility.  If you do not immediately change course, you will be fired upon, do you copy?! =/\=

 

Geoff’s face screwed up in confusion and alarm.  Where the hell was he?  

 

Teller:  =/\= Uh, real sorry fellas….but I’m looking for DS224...not your...secret base...thing...I don’t suppose you could give me some directions? =/\=

 

Four extremely upset looking Peregrine fighters aggressively closed the distance to his runabout and surrounded it completely.  Geoff noticed their weapons lock was still entirely active, but at this range they’d have trouble missing.  Several awkward moments passed as he considered how he’d explain losing another runabout to the Fleet Captain before the comm channel reopened.  

 

Blue Devil Lead: =/\= Your clearance code and IFF checks out, Commander, but you’re about two lightyears from where you should be.  Make your heading 218 mark 32, pass Klatax, and you can’t miss it.  Seriously.  Don’t miss it. =/\=

 

Geoff sighed and realigned his course as the fighters peeled off, heading back towards their mysterious home base.  He was going to be terribly late at this rate.  

 

((Half an hour later, the First Promenade, Deck 225, Deep Space 224))

 

Once his embarrassing near death incident had been put behind him, Geoff had rushed towards the actual starbase, deeply annoying the traffic control officer who repeatedly advised him to reduce his docking speed.  Geoff whistled as he walked away from the smoldering runabout, confident the crews on the station would be able to hammer out the dents in the landing deck. He headed towards a turbolift and into the heart of the station, where he finally found his destination - the station's medical annex.  He hadn’t taken two steps inside the enormous facility before he saw a swarm of activity centered around the sassiest officer he’d ever had the good fortune to serve with.  Lt. Cmdr. Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS.  Geoff waited a moment for her to complete directing half the station's medical staff before clearing his throat politely.  

 

Teller:  I knew you’d get tired of the PADDwork eventually, Doc.  

 

MacKenzie:  You’re late.

 

Teller smiled before embracing his friend in a crushing hug.  

 

Teller:  Good to see you too, Addy. So what’s the deal?  You were a little vague in your message over subspace, but I worked out some rough ideas during the flight.  

 

Geoff nearly said ‘prior to his nap,’ but thought better of it.  

 

MacKenzie:  One of our officers has a biosynthetic lower leg… The limb was designed for him after a transporter accident he suffered when he was a young adult, but the limb was damaged on our last mission. He’s specifically requested us - not only is he familiar with our work, but he’s also the Resolution’s Chief Medical Officer, so he’s trusting us to not screw this up...

 

Teller:  Wait….Genkos?  Genkos Adea?  Wasn’t he the guy who…

 

Addison held up a hand, closed her eyes and shook her head.

 

MacKenzie:  We’ve already hashed out our mutual poor life choice… I’m surprised you remember.

 

Teller:  Of course I remember, how could I forget?  Genkos and I shared a cup of coffee but, as I recall...he spilled the tea.  

 

Geoff winked, only too happy to be mildly harassing a dear old friend again.  

 

MacKenzie:  I can only imagine. I didn’t show Genkos your design - I figured I’d leave that up to you.

 

Teller:  Well then, let's go talk to him while we figure this thing out.  It’ll be nice to get the Prosthetics & Kitchenware business back in action.  Speaking of, I had an idea about this cane of his.  

 

((Station Medical Facilities, Deck 226, Deep Space 224))

 

Addison only slightly led the way as she and Geoff made their way through the first of the station’s several promenade decks. As they walked, she made a mental note to ask about the state of his mental interloper - stories of Alieth’s dead lover’s katric journey had preceded her friend’s arrival. Curiosity, she was sure, would get the better of her.

 

Nevertheless, they arrived at their intended target: the station’s medical facilities. Deep Space 224 offered state of the art surgical wards and labs for conducting medical research. It made sense to her why Genkos would choose now to undergo a prosthetic replacement - the surgical wards here certainly offered far better than anything they had on the Resolution.

 

Leading Geoff into one of the research areas, they found Genkos looking something over on a PADD. He threw it down with a small frown of frustration; apparently Toto was misbehaving for the crewman he’d left him with whilst he underwent the operation.

 

MacKenzie: Genkos Adea, I’ve been told you’re already familiar with my technologically-inclined colleague Geoffrey Teller.

 

Teller: It’s good to see you again, Mr Adea..  Hopefully this time we won’t have the Orion Syndicate chasing us halfway across the quadrant.

 

Genkos smiled; ah yes, the maiden voyage of the newly improved Juneau. With any luck, the Orion Syndicate had zero interest in their current venture, although, of course, you could never be completely sure.

 

Adea: Genkos, please. Addison tells me you’ve got something for me, Geoffrey.

 

MacKenzie: Geoff thinks he has a design for a prosthetic figured out. ::she elbowed Geoff in the ribs for fun:: Show him.

 

Geoff grunted as his ribcage nearly collapsed from Addison’s ‘playful’ jab. Digging a PADD out of his jacket, Geoff linked it to the station's computers and a moment later they had a hologram of the new limb floating above them, rotating silently as the computer highlighted various sections and systems.  Genkos raised an eyebrow as he appraised the limb.

 

Teller: In deference to some feedback I got on the first one of these I built…::Geoff nodded to Addison with a smirk:: I’ve decided to skip the phaser emitter or the holocloak.  And, apologies Genkos, no spinning rims or neon ground effect either.

 

Genkos: ::smirking:: What? Well then, what’s the point? ::nodding to Addison:: I thought you said he was the best?

 

Addison closed her eyes and shook her head.

 

MacKenzie:  I said he was the best I could find. Take him or leave him. ::she shot a quick side-eye in Geoff’s direction:: Carry on, Commander.

 

Teller:  What it does have is an entirely redesigned fluidic micro-servo system for smooth, precise motion, a shielded, regenerative power system so you’ll never have to worry about the limb being damaged or disabled by an external power surge…::Geoff shook his head::..learned that one the hard way after our last customer decided to use their shiny new appendage as a lightning rod.  

 

Addison recalled the encounter between G’var and the item lodged in the side of the Veritas’ hull which she affectionately called “Prongy.”

 

MacKenzie:  Indeed...

 

Genkos remembered with a shudder the journey he’d made aboard the topsy turvy Njörðr, in which his leg had decided to go kaput for precisely that reason. He nodded thoughtfully as Geoff continued his sales pitch.

 

Teller: Last but not least, it’ll use the newest version of Lt. Vanlith’s neural regulator to provide tactile and sensory input perfectly tuned to your nervous system.  When we’re done, you’ll be able to feel the sand between your toes and count the individual grains if you’re so inclined.  

 

Addison held up the PADD and squinted at it. She’d only glossed over the specs of the design, but failed to pick up on the fact that they were designed by Lieutenant Vanlith. She smiled as she recalled the shy, frizzy-haired engineer, and their work together on a previous prosthetic, glad to see that both her design and career appeared to be blossoming.

 

MacKenzie:  Vanlith’s design, eh?

 

Adea: I can’t say that’s top of my list of priorities. But what ::he pointed upwards with his cane:: in good faith is that? Looks like a container of some kind? ::raising both his eyebrows at Geoff:: A calf-flask?

 

Teller:  Oh, that?  Sword holster.  Or...scabbard I guess?  ::Geoff scratched his chin, seriously considering it.::  Scabbard, definitely.  Much more nautical.  

 

Geoff tapped a few commands into the PADD and the part’s name was changed. Genkos snorted an exhalation of laughter, wondering whether Geoff knew about the sword cane he used for some of his more… adventurous holodeck programmes.

 

Adea: ::not entirely seriously:: Surely that contravenes some kind of hidden weapon directives?

 

She raised a quick, dismissive eyebrow.

 

MacKenzie:  You say po-ta-to, I say po-tah-to...

 

Teller:  Well, I mean….guy’s gotta have someplace to put the sword. Cane’s stylish and all but I think this’ll end up being a little more practical in the field.  Housing is mounted parallel to where the femur would normally be. ::Geoff tapped on the holo, enhancing the detail of the segment::  I did a little digging in Starfleet’s tactical database - turns out there’s replication patterns in there for a collapsable sword that expands full length with a button push.  ::Geoff shrugged at the incredulous looks he was the target of::  What?  You said build the guy a leg!  Where else was he supposed to put the sword?  

 

Adea: ::laughing:: Well that’s very true. ::raising an eyebrow at the engineer:: But how did you know I have a sword cane? That was *supposed* to be a secret. 

 

Addison cleared her throat rather loudly and looked away to avoid the obvious implication.

 

MacKenzie: Perhaps a little birdie read it a batch of classified personnel records...

 

Geoff puffed himself up, mock offended.  

 

Teller:  Sir, every one of our valued customers here at Veritas Kitchenware & Prosthetics receives highly personalized service.  If that includes a wander through classified personnel files for research purposes, consider it a complimentary part of the service and not a serious invasion of privacy.  

 

Geoff winked.  There hadn’t been all that much embarrassing in there and Geoff hadn’t exactly gone digging, but the man's grades in reproductive bio 470 were a bit underwhelming.   

 

Adea: ::shrugging, his turn to deflect:: What? It’s for holoadventures only. ::he pursed his lips:: and maybe the odd piratical mission. 

 

He had taken it to Nassau, a kind of space-pirate asteroid, on a mission to capture a dangerous Orion agent, one Leelou. She was in custody and all without Genkos needing to draw his blade. He wasn’t quite sure what Admiral Reynolds would have made of it if he had.

 

MacKenzie: ::sarcastically, in a gravely voice:: Yo, ho, ho, matey…

 

Geoff shook his head and tisked, disappointed, in Addy’s direction.  

 

Teller: I told you he would’ve gone for the peg leg.  There’s still time!  Replicate me a broom handle, half a wooden bucket and some leather straps and we’ll be done in an hour.  Otherwise this  ::Geoff gestured back towards the hologram:: will take a bit more time.  

 

Adea: ::crossing his arms and letting his cane dangle loosely from one hand:: And how long do you think it’ll take to build and attach? This one ::tapping his left calf with his cane:: is okay for now but I’m eager to have some semblance of balance.

 

MacKenzie: Attaching should be no problem. I’ve gone over your medical records, which include a fairly comprehensive description of the procedure. I’ll take a few scans to make sure there’s been no additional nerve damage, but I don’t anticipate there being a problem.

 

Geoff smiled and passed the padd of schematics over to Genkos.  

 

Teller: If you sign off on the design I’ll get to work fabricating it right away.  This place has got like four hundred decks - I’m sure I can find some workshop space and the components I need to get started, shouldn’t take more than a few days to build and test.  Oh, there’s one last thing though.  

 

Geoff tapped at the computer controls, and the subframe and servos of the prosthetic were hidden behind a layer of synthetic epidermis.  

 

Teller:  This is a poly-mimetic weave that our Marines use as part of their camouflage systems.  It’s fascinating stuff - can be programmed to mimic the appearance of damn near anything, and once it’s set there’s no power draw, no em signature, nothing.  You can literally make this portion of your leg look like whatever you want.  So, I think you know what this means.  

 

Geoff looked to Addison with mock severity.  

 

Addison smirked mischievously, channeling two friends she’d run into on previous occasions, Wedrinaar and T’Sapey.

 

MacKenzie:  A fashion show, sweetie!

 

Adea: ::uncertainly:: A fashion show...

 

Teller:  Yep.  You can try out some designs in the holodeck and we’ll get out the scorecards.  ::Geoff smirked:: Our feedback will be cruel, but fair. 

 

MacKenzie: ::nodding in affirmation:: Cruel, but fair. Cruel, but fair. 

 

Adea: Starfleet in a nutshell…

 

Fin

 

 

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Lieutenant Commander Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS

First Officer

USS Resolution

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Lieutenant Commander Genkos Adea MD

Second Officer & Chief Medical Officer

USS Resolution

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Commander Geoffrey Teller

Executive Officer

USS Thor - NCC 82607

Commodore A. Kells, Commanding

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