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“Is this really necessary ?” You ask tugging against the restraints.
“Oh, please be assured, captain. These are entirely necessary for your own protection. For, it seems that you get injured too often, whilst lacking any genetic enhancements or cybernetics to make the excessive injuries survivable. After all, it had been less than an hour when you were removed from my infirmary and aggravated your wounds to an excessive degree, not only that, you had also managed to inflict even more injuries upon yourself.” With the kindness smile you had ever seen on the man’s face, your ship’s doctor simply says.
“But-“
“Captain.” He says raising a coffee mug, you can see the veins on his hands as he tightly clutches the mug, the sound of ceramics grinding against ceramics informs you that you should pick your next words carefully.
“I- I see. Well, doctor, in five days’ time, I will be needed on the bridge to carry out my duties.”
“Understood, captain.” A shiver runs down your spine as the man’s smile grows brighter. “Despite me being horrifically overworked and stressed, I shall make sure that you can recover sufficiently in mere five days. My. Best. Effort.”
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Everything itches. You have no idea what the doc injected, and how much, but you had recovered from a decent amount of your wounds. Your bones are still broken, but the rapidly accelerated regeneration had allowed them to heal at a much faster rate, you still cannot move overly much, but it is enough for you to carry out your tasks. And you never want to do it again, the sheer amount of disgusting sludge meant to replenish the rapidly expended body’s resources had nearly made you throw up numerous times, but your stomach’s continuous growling forced you to eat that mess.
“Captain, merchant shipping on system edge.” The sensors officer reports.
“Comms, contact the merchants and tell them to get here as soon as possible.” You command upon your captain’s chair, still feeling slightly queasy and bloated.
It will take a while for the merchants to reach your position, so for the moment, you try to balance yourself. If nothing else, the five days of confinement had allowed you to read up a bit on stoic philosophy. It had been simple enough as Iron said, luckily you had indeed good parents, if nothing else. A caring father that had whipped you into shape, since you were a problematic child. But you doubt you will be able to philosophically spar with Iron, or anyone else really.
Thinking of Iron, you once more turn to the comms officer. “Comms, is Iron reachable ?”
“Affirmative, sir.” A couple of moments later the officer responds.
“Contact him.”
“Yes, sir.”
A few moments later the same assured, smug, metallic voice comes over the comms. “Captain, I was wondering when you were going to contact me.”
“Have you found anything ?”