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"Commander Shepard has been recovered. The Lazarus Project will proceed as planned."
"There, on the monitor. Something's wrong."
A woman's voice. Haze fills your head, fog swimming before your eyes as they open. Sterile white blinds you before it begins to settle into the image of a ceiling, metal and ceramic.
"She's reacting to outside stimuli. Showing an awareness of her surroundings."
A second voice, male, colored by excited incredulity.
"Oh my god. Miranda, I think she's waking up."
Now, tinged by fear - as you body and consciousness explode into pain, breath and heartrate both spiking to be mirrored by medical instruments attached to you still. The room spins, and as it does you catch sight of a human woman, pale in complexion with long, dark hair and clad in white and black as she makes her way to your side at a brisk stride. On the other side of the table a man in his apparent thirties, clean shaven and bald as he looks down at you.
"Dammit, Wilson! She's not ready yet. Give her the sedative!" A tone of authority, the woman looking down to make eye contact as she speaks.
"Shepard. Don't try to move. Just lay still, try to stay calm." The woman says, taking hold of your raised hand to gently push it back down before looking to Wilson as he starts to speak again.
"Heartrate's still climbing. Brain activity is off the charts. Stats pushing into the red zone. It's not working!"
Releasing your hand, the woman's brisk pace returns as she immediately moves away from your side and out of your field of vision.
"Another dose. Now!"
Fluid floods into your veins, and the earlier haze begins to again overtake you as darkness clouds the edge of your vision.
"Heart rate dropping. Stats falling back into normal range. That was too close. We almost lost her."
"I told you your estimates were off. Run the numbers again."
Post by Janice Shepard on Sept 14, 2022 20:42:58 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
She jolted awake, air forced into her raw lungs and burning as it pushed through her. For a moment, she could only see a smeared blur, though as the seconds passed, her vision would clear and allow her to see where she was.
"Shepard? Shepard, can you hear me?"
She was in a stark and sterile med room, sitting up now on a bio bed. There was an alert klaxon sounding in the distance. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was -
The Normandy.
"Joker?!" Her voice was raw, hoarse from a lack of use, while her joints moved stiffly as if she hadn't used her muscles in ages. Memories came back, as the last thing she remembered was pulling her way into the flight cabin of the Normandy, trying to get to Joker and pull him to safety in the last escape pod. And then-
And then...there was nothing…until she had woken up here.
"Wilson-" The same woman's voice from before would sound from somewhere behind Shepard as the woman yelled, rough hands reaching to her shoulders to keep her held down to the medical table. The first pair, lighter, belonged to a face that she had likely seen before - the balding but otherwise unremarkable man that had been serving as the medical technician when she'd last woken. The second pair, darker in tone, belonged to an entirely different individual, unfamiliar but clearly a soldier from how they carried themselves and their short shaven haircut.
"Shepard, listen to me. You're safe. Flight Officer Moreau is fine. The Normandy is gone but most of the crew made it off. Calm down, breath."
Post by Janice Shepard on Oct 24, 2022 3:33:50 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
It took a moment as her vision slowly cleared to where she saw shapes instead of just a smeared blur. Those weren't klaxons, she realized, but the much softer medical alert of nearby equipment. No immediate hostile situation. So far.
"Where am I?" she asked, feeling a pounding headache build up. "Last thing I remember, the Normandy was scuttling and I was choking while my air ran out."
She shouldn't be alive. She had been out of air, her tank venting into space, and even somehow surviving that, she should have been crushed and burned up by the atmosphere of the nearby gas giant once gravity had pulled her into entry.
"You're safe." The woman's voice answered, her face coming into view but not after offering a sharp glance to one of the individuals that had been gently but firmly keeping Shepard held to the table when the dark skinned man opened his voice to answer Shepard's question first - that one look was all it took for him to shut his mouth again, albeit not without clear hesitation and a hint of discomfort. As soon as it became clear that the N7 was no longer liable to hurt herself a glance from Wilson and a nod from the woman would lead to his pair of hands lifting from the soldier as the medical technician moved somewhere off to the side and out of immediate view.
"And you shouldn't be. But you're important, more than you probably know, and humanity can't afford to lose you yet." As she continued, another nod to the man still keeping Shepard held to the table would lead to his hands likewise being lifted from her shoulders as he stepped back and away from the soldier. Moving closer to the table herself in his place, the woman would lean over and give a long, careful look to Shepard's eyes, briefly flashing a pen light over them.
"How are you feeling? If possible we'd like to ask you some questions. Just to make sure everything's in place and working properly."
Post by Janice Shepard on Jan 15, 2023 4:25:28 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
A moment as she looked at her hands, making sure joints and tendons were still working. They felt a bit stiff at first, but slowly the joints relaxed as she flexed her fingers and twisted her wrist. After a moment, her eyes began to follow the small medical light, her eyes contracting in response to the bright pen lamp.
"I'll try and do my best, I guess." As best she should remember anything. After a few moments, Janice Shepard slowly sat up as she was now free to move, eyes wandering around to examine the medical bay and its other occupants further. "I'm…sore, not going to lie. How long was I…was I in a coma? Some kind of stasis?"
How was she alive? And what was with the odd itch in her cheeks and joints?
"Two years. Not stasis, either. You were just meat and tubes when they brought you in." The voice from behind Shepard spoke up, the deeper voice of the man who wasn't Wilson - back to the wall and leaning against it, arms folded over his chest as he watched Shepard from a respectful distance away.
"And that time was spent rebuilding you at considerable expense, which is why we want to make sure you're still you." The woman continued, pocketing the penlight and keeping a hand on Shepard's shoulder - although rather than trying to keep her down on the table as before, that hand now gently assisted the Spectre in her efforts to slowly sit up before the woman stepped back, still attentively observing Shepard as she did so.
"Virmire. You sent there to stop Saren's cloning operation and to destroy the cure for the genophage. A nuclear device was detonated on the surface. What else do you remember?"
Post by Janice Shepard on Jan 15, 2023 5:52:14 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
Virmire.
Saren. Sovereign.
Williams. Alenko.
"I nearly lost two of my crew if not for the help of Shipmaster 'Vadim. He and his ship held the geth off and gave Lieutenant Alenko a chance to rendezvous with Sergeant Williams and the salerian STG team while we ran into Saren and the Normandy came in for an extraction." Shepard hesitated a moment, memories a bit blurry for a second. But that quickly passed. "Truthfully, I've had the gut feeling ever since that things would have gone far worse if he hadn't been with us in all that."
The dark haired woman remained silent as Shepard seemed to concentrate, reaching over to a smaller workstation off to her side and behind her to seemingly make notes as the soldier spoke. And, for a moment, she seemed to halt in her typing and hesitate at the same moment that Shepard did, a momentary glance back to the Spectre at the mention of the shipmaster. If there was any actual surprise, however, it was well concealed, and hidden again after that brief instant had passed as the woman returned to typing to finish her entry before turning back to face Shepard again.
"You managed to get everyone out alive. An impossible task, by all accounts. Are you ready for the next question?"
"Come on, Miranda. She's lucid, let her stretch her legs a bit."
Another sharp glance from the woman in response, although there was considerably less bite behind it this time - all the same, the man leaning against the wall soon fell silent again by the time Miranda turned her gaze back to Shepard.
"You were asked to put a name forward for the Council to consider as humanity's representative. Who did you choose?"
That was something she had little trouble remembering. "As much as Udina would have liked otherwise, I very much remember recommending David Anderson as the Council representative for the Alliance. We needed someone who wasn't going to play political games and was more about representing humanity instead of pushing their own interests."
And did Shepard ever remember the pure venom Udina had in his eyes when she had done that…
"Satisfied? Pretty sure that's still Shepard in there." The deeper voice from beyond Shepard's field of view would say, speaking up again and seemingly unconcerned by the glare that Miranda had thrown him earlier. This time, though, there was no sharp glance - only a sense of vague resignation as she looked to one of the monitors off to the side of the bed. Her gaze would linger on it for several long moments before finally letting out a breath, standing up and moving to approach the medical bed again, waving over the other medical technician as she did so.
"For now. Wilson, help me sit her up." Miranda said - and Shepard allowing it, both individuals would reach to slip their hands under the soldier's upper back and gently raise her to a sitting position. Doing so would grant Shepard a much better look at the room in the process. Sterile whites and grays, a number of other beds... all of them, however, empty. Multiple cameras would be set up in the corners of the room to provide full coverage of the space, and lining one side of it was a reflective surface that was clearly a two way mirror for an observation room of some sort. Additional terminals would line the wall - one of which would light up, catching Miranda's attention as the dark haired woman nodded to Wilson before stepping away to answer whatever alert had come through while the technician worked on carefully disconnecting the various tubes and IVs that were still hooked into Shepard's body.
"How are you feeling physically, Shepard? I think Jacob may've been right about stretching your legs, if you're up to it."
Post by Janice Shepard on Jul 16, 2023 6:41:52 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
Stretching her legs. After two years? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. With a nod as Miranda and Wilson assisted her in sitting up, Shepard got a better view of the medbay, and of the dark-skinned man behind her that she assumed was Jacob. Still a bit blurry vision, though her eyes seemed to be adjusting more rapidly and clearer than she remembered.
And her cheek was still itching like hell.
"Just need a minute or two…can't imagine my legs are doing too well after being essentially dead for two years…" Janice breathed in, trying to make sure she didn't rush herself into something her body wasn't quite ready for. "Not going to lie, feels like my vision is better than it was before the Normandy got blown to hell. What all was involved in bringing me back?"
Jacob, for his part, remained silent and largely uninvolved as Miranda and Wilson assisted Shepard in sitting upright on the bed.... at least until she spoke again.
"I wouldn't worry about that, docs knew what they were doing. Don't know the details but there shouldn't be any atrophy, they made sure to keep the muscles in shape while they put you back together." He said, shrugging slightly as he pushed off the wall with his back into a more proper standing position.
"Nothing fancy. Technology's over a century old but EMS is still useful in that regard. It won't have improved your strength by much if anything at all but it was perfect for preventing muscle loss. Still, take it slow, make sure you're steady before trying to stand." Wilson continued, cutting in as Jacob finished speaking to elaborate slightly on the details. All the while he remained by the bed, his own hands at the ready in case Shepard tried to stand or showed other signs of shakiness on the bed itself. As Miranda turned her attention back to the monitor at the terminal she was working with, though, Wilson would speak up again as more questions were fielded by the patient.
"I'm.... you'll have to ask Miranda about the details. What I can tell you is your senses shouldn't be much more acute than they were before. For the most part we just restored you to stock. Facial reconstruction to repair the damage done, regenerative techniques and technology for what we could."
Post by Janice Shepard on Jul 25, 2023 3:22:36 GMT
I'M JUST A SOLDIER
"Restored to stock". An interesting way of saying "revived from the dead." Which in of itself raised questions. One of which was now pressing on her mind. "Who footed the bill for this kind of work?" Shepard found her tone surprisingly coming out more interrogating than intended. But it was a question that needed an answer. The Systems Alliance of Hemera certainly wouldn't have gone to all this trouble, especially as bringing a person back from two years of death was unheard of. It also raised other, less comfortable, queries as she considered just what may have been done to revive her. "The Alliance wouldn't have cared that much about one staff commander, even if I am their first human Spectre. And the Citadel certainly wouldn't."
That didn't leave many who could have done it. "And what about other subjects? What's happened with any of your other revivals?"
If it wasn't clear before, Shepard's query would all but confirm it. Neither Jacob nor Wilson would answer her question - instead, their gazes would default to Miranda who was still sitting at the terminal. While she wouldn't immediately look away from the screen an ever so slight turn of her head in the brief moment that followed would at least make it known that she'd heard Shepard's question... and with a calm press of a key on the holographic input display the terminal would power down, the other woman turning in the seat to look at the revived Spectre.
"A private group, funded by a number of independent companies and other organizations. And the Lazarus Project had no other subjects, Shepard. Just you." Miranda replied, calmly and matter of factly as she stood up with a glance to Wilson, the technician stepping away from the table to attend to start moving the monitoring equipment away from the bed with Jacob's help.
"I said it before - you're important. More than you probably know, and I wasn't alone in that opinion. The specifics of that conversation can wait, though. More important is making sure you're physically fit and able first. We've a room set aside for you, and if you're feeling up to it tomorrow we can see how much physical rehabilitation you're going to need, if any. Jacob?"
At the mention of his name the other man in the room - clearly a soldier from the way he held himself - would step away from assisting Wilson to approach the bed, waiting for Shepard to try and stand and ready to assist if needed.