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Post by Janice Shepard on Aug 1, 2023 22:36:19 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
Nearly five days had passed since her awakening in the Lazarus facility. Shepard was still wary of her apparent rescuers, even with the care and attention they had given her. Despite some answers given as to how she had been revived, she felt like Miranda and Wilson were not at all giving her even close to the real details. Especially being that they still would not tell her who was the ultimate backer to Lazarus. Even after that, they still insisted on tests and demanded her trust.
Something she had learned long ago to not give freely.
Truthfully, it was Miranda and Wilson she felt were the most secretive. Jacob seemed like he wanted to say something, but Miranda always made him keep his words, and Shepard could tell it was frustrating him. He didn't like keeping her in the dark. Of the three main interactions she had here on the station, Jacob was probably the one who had been genuinely earning any degree of trust from her.
With a heavy clank, Janice set down the weights she had been using to help keep her muscles in form. Two years had still done some damage to her system, even with all the regenerative technologies and therapies that Lazarus had used on her, and muscles that hadn't been worked properly in two years still needed to be put through their paces to get back to form. She felt a little better than she remembered from before her "death" once the dull pains of re-acclimation had subsided, probably a result of all the work done into restoring what was there instead of replacing everything. It was the same reasoning she had come to for why she had felt like her vision had adjusted faster than she remembered; less strain and wear and tear on her reconstructed muscles and nerves.
A beep came from the door of her makeshift quarters as she stood up from the weight bench and reached for a water bottle. "Come in," she responded in turn, wondering what tests that they needed for her this time.
The dull clack of footsteps across hard floor echoed through the well lit hallway as Miranda Lawson moved with a purpose. The last several days had been... difficult. Putting aside her own misgivings about how the project had been carried out, following her orders to the letter and making sure everyone else - particularly Jacob - did as well had been tiring and stressful. Seeing to Shepard's needs was paramount to ensure they were both in peak condition and mentally sound, the same person she was prior to the attack on the Normandy... but managing all of that while keeping her on a strictly need to know basis was proving more stressful than managing her condition during the almost two years of reconstructive surgery.
Still, they were rapidly approaching the point where that would no longer be necessary. Reaching the door to Shepard's makeshift quarters with a man in nondescript uniform standing guard outside of it, Miranda would key the room's buzzer and open the door on hearing Shepard's voice calling out from inside.
"Shepard. I see you've settled in well enough." Miranda started, eyes settling onto the weight bench as she stepped into the room. "If it's not too much trouble I'd like to ask that you come with me, there's someone who would like to speak with you."
Post by Janice Shepard on Oct 11, 2023 4:32:25 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
Someone who wanted to speak with her. If she was lucky, it would be Miranda's mysterious "overseer", and likely whom Jacob had indicated he wanted to tell her about, but was never allowed. As Janice nodded while taking a long drink, she set the water bottle down and grabbed a towel from nearby to wipe the sweat from her face. "If you can give me about ten minutes, so I can freshen back up. Doubt they want to see me right after a weight session."