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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Andrew Rice » Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:40 am

I dont know why you'd assume he wouldn't go through the proper channels, or that he'd even sent the request yet. Because I haven't finished writing it up yet.
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Changes, Part 1

Postby James Greenman » Wed Feb 10, 2016 9:56 pm

Chief Medical Officer, Kymar Dremel - Stardate 11602.03

Taking up the rearguard, although what could possibly attack them on this planet he didn't know, Dremel tried to push down the small bubble of fear rising up from his gut as he pushed himself carefully through the narrow gap around the rockfall inside this alternate corridor deeper into the facility they'd found. It had been a sterile atmosphere once, and the words of doom that had been translated near the entrance made him think of a laboratory. But not even the idea of some as-yet unknown biological pathogen being locked away down here could prevent the mild hint of terror welling up inside him at being stuck underground, in a cave. It had been well over a decade since he'd set foot inside one, for good reason. Just after he'd made Commander, in fact...although he'd been wearing a red uniform then.

The wound on his thigh burned, he could still feel the punctures despite the hefty dose of painkillers he'd given himself. There wasn't much else he could do, supplies were limited, he didn't have his medical kit - Why the hell didn't I insist on bringing it? - and nobody knew how long they were going to be stuck down here. The odd crystal formations which the rescued science team had been studying prevented transport, the shuttle was almost a mile above the surface, the cave-in had prevented them from going back the way they came and now he had to get them out or they were all going to die. Not just him...He could feel the venom coursing through his body, and he'd seen the tricorder readings. Whatever it was that lizard...thing had stuck him with, it was breaking him down at the genetic level. He'd probably be dead within a week without help.

Until they got back to the Pendragon, there was nothing he could do, so he tried to put it out of his mind and concentrate instead of filtering the readings he was getting that might point to a way up and out. So far they'd just been going further down. The caves were breathtakingly beautiful though, the odd crystal formations stuck out from the walls at odd angles, or broke up the flat, dark rock with long veins of glittering gems. As the cave opened up to a ledge around a huge, circular cavern, it looked like they were staring into the very depths of the planet. The smallest sounds rang out like cymbals in his ears, he could hear the small, scaly critters running along the walls in search of prey. Sometimes he thought he could see them.

"You still with us, Doc? Can't see a thing in his dark, and the rock here muffles anything not spoken a foot away. I think we should take a break where it's flat, get some guidelines clipped up to everyone and some food."

Dremel nodded, letting the Lieutenant pass the word back as he checked the area then unpacked their provisions. A quick count gave him nine days worth of food and water, hopefully enough to give them time to find the exit. As he set the portable heater up on a nearby flat rock, his coat sleeve caught on something and pulled back to reveal his forearm, and the dark, scaly flesh standing out from the tanned skin around it. Carefully, he reached out with his other hand, his fingers barely touching the rough patch before pulling back in shock. He glanced around quickly to make sure nobody else had seen, tugged his sleeve back down to hide it, then carried on with his work while his mind raced.

He had to hold on. Just a few days and they'd be out of here...just a few days...


Shaking his head slightly, he shook off the memories and continued to move through the narrow passage, that tiny bubble of terror still simmering away in his gut. He kept his ears open to the sound of the other members of the away team, grounding himself in the chatter until the bubble popped and he slipped out into the open once more.
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Luceo » Wed Feb 10, 2016 10:16 pm

Well, that explains that! Not just simple claustrophobia here. Nice to see the reason for it!
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Holly Kolodziejczak » Wed Feb 10, 2016 10:23 pm

Hey, isn't he still mysteriously medicating himself for some problem that's visible on his skin? I wonder if it's related... :iiam:
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Ethics and Morals

Postby James Greenman » Wed May 11, 2016 6:06 pm

Ethics and Morals, written with Aoibhe Ni as Kesh Suder

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with the patient now that I’m here, or do I have to keep guessing? I have a few days before I’m due back on Atlantis but I don’t appreciate having to waste my time with guessing games.”

Kymar Dremel’s voice echoed slightly down the long corridor, not quite angry but definitely with a hint of frustration. He’d been intrigued by the call, it wasn’t the first time that he’d played the spy game, but after two days at warp in a cramped transport and being unceremoniously shuffled off into this asteroid facility, his nerves were starting to wear a little thin.

His companion for this trip was a young NCO wearing a caduceus on her lapel, walking along confidently beside him - their escorts, two burly, armoured fellows with no voice didn’t count as companions. She spoke in a light, but serious tone.

“She’s dead, Commander.”

“Right, so is there a lab o-” he did a mental double-take, “She’s dead? You don’t need a doctor then, you need a coroner!” Dremel stopped in his tracks and turned, stepping right into the mountainous form of their security escort. He looked up at the helmeted face with a glare.

The NCO reached out, touching Dremel’s shoulder lightly. “Commander, please at least hold judgement until you’ve spoken with her? We’re there.”

He turned around again, spotting the vague outline of doors built into the corridor wall, suddenly intrigued. “Spoken? Wha-...Stop playing games here, I don’t have ti-”

The doors opened up, revealing the sleek white walls arrayed with various tools around a central, slightly raised dais filled with lights. A woman stood atop the dias, looking towards the open door and the scene outside.

“You are the first to answer my call,” the image of Kesh observed, her dark eyes shifting to focus on Dremel as she spoke. “It is… a relief to see you, Kymar Dremel. How are you?” She blinked once and waited for his reply.

He stepped cautiously into the room, escorts forgotten, his defenses instantly up. It was her voice, her face - somewhat, at least - her manner of dress. It was Kesh. But…”You died. You’re dead. What...how?”

Inside the room, he took a moment to glance around at the equipment, a lot of it medical in nature, except...Is that a holographic matrix? He looked questioningly at the woman standing on the platform.

“I died,” she confirmed flatly, “but my brain was preserved at the moment of death. I remember the moment I passed on. The fear, the confusion, the paralyzing panic. As a fellow doctor, you can appreciate how unique this experience is. I died and I remember it. You're here to help me live again, Doctor.”

Dremel finally turned and faced the hologram fully, looking at it up and down, an unwanted shudder of revulsion making it’s way up his spine. A look of utter sadness crossed his face, and he was unable and unwilling to wipe it off.

He’d mourned her loss like everyone else, he’d gone through his grief, his anger, his frustration and passed through it - if not clean, then at least without too much lingering weight on his chest. Was this Kesh? At least her memories, her face, her body. But her voice sounded dull and lifeless, none of the fire or passion that he remembered hearing in her tones was there. Her eyes, that he remembered burning with anger, or sparkling with delight, or glistening with tears, now stared at him as if looking at a bulkhead.

“Oh, Kesh, what have they done to you?” His voice wavered on the edge of cracking.

“They have saved me,” she replied calmly. “You look well, Dremel. I trust the data rod I entrusted to Henry made it to you safely?” She watched him silently.

He swallowed, taken aback as he reached up involuntarily to where the chip hung around his neck, burned and useless now - the data now sat in the back of his mind, there wasn’t all that much - but the last thing and the last message he’d ever received from her had been more important than what it contained.

“Yes...Yes I got it. Thank you. I should never have-” He cut himself short, knowing that Kesh would have put him on his ass if he even suggested that she shouldn’t have been involved in something just because it was dangerous. She’d been...she is?...the most capable person he’d ever met. “I got it.” he finished, quietly, unable to pull his eyes away from those calm, lifeless eyes.

“I am...relieved to know that. It was a regret I held until the very end. I would like to have been the one to bring it to you.” She blinked. It seemed deliberate. “Will you help me?”

The Bajoran man stood there for a moment, his mouth working but no sound coming out. How was he supposed to help her? Live again? She was just a series of memory engrams tied to a holographic matrix, stuck in limbo, some sort of undeath...Was that what she wanted, for him to turn her off and let her finally pass in peace? The Kesh he’d known was dead, her body gone, her spirit had departed this plane almost a year ago and yet...her memories were here. She could live again but...would he be just as selfish as those who had tried and so obviously failed to resurrect her before? Would he be doing this for himself, knowing that the person he’d known, the person he’d cared about was long since dead and this facsimile would be in her place?

What right did he have?

He floundered for an answer, then turned to the one person who had always been his moral compass.

“What would you do, Kesh?”

“Would?” she asked, confused. “This situation is unprecedented. I can't say what I would do because I have never done it. Speculation requires intuition, prejudice, emotion, instinct. I have no access to these things.” Suder tilted her head. “Life is life, Dremel. Do you value one type over others?”

“This isn’t life, Kesh! This is...is torture!”

“I feel no pain.”

“It’s not about pain- You’re not you! Your body died, your brain is dead, your spirit, your soul, whatever you want to call it is with the Prophets, or in Stovokor, or in the Great Fire - you’re just memories, there’s nothing physical or metaphysical left of...of-of you! Of Kesh’ir Suder! Do you want to go through life knowing that, that you’re just a facsimile, a copy, that the person you replaced is dead? That you’re just her clone?” He let it all out in a breath, everything in his mind and on his heart, all of his fear and anger and leftover emotion that never left after his grieving. His chest heaved as he stared at the holographic image of his departed friend.

She stood perfectly still and deadly silent, his emotive words echoing around the room. After several seconds she stepped off the dias, moving with a deliberate slowness over to him. She stopped and examined his face.

“Every humanoid species replicates, duplicates and destroys cells as they age. By approximately fifteen, most specimens will have completely copied their original make up. By thirty, they are each a clone of a clone. By forty five…” She held his gaze, expressionless. “You are a clone, of a clone, of a clone, Dremel. You have died, piece by piece, three times already. How is this different?”

He laughed with sarcasm and shook his head, circling her like they had done during arguments so many times in the past. “Don’t pull the whole ‘axe of my father’ trick on me, Kesh - this isn’t Intermediate Philosophy as SFM, there’s a tangible quality to ‘life’ and ‘sentience’ over cell replication. Your body didn’t replace itself, it got vaporised!”

Folding his arms across his chest, he gestured with his chin. “If you want to do philosophy, how about we start with the Clone Paradox, huh? Or a speech on transporter ethics? You probably remember perfectly Doctor Woodrow’s talk on the consciousness pandemic and the legality of cloning - he basically wrote those laws, there’s a reason they’re there.”

“Your own recovery was perfectly legal?” She said no more.

“I didn’t bring myself back from the dead after my friends had finished mourning for me!”, he shot back, his voice thick with anger and hurt.

She turned her gaze to a spot a few inches above his head, tilted her head and spoke; “Do you remember the cell? The time we were taken from the Hooke, and held against our will?”

His eyes glistened with tear from unwanted memories, taking a deep breath before he spoke low and angrily. “Dammit Kesh, you can’t bring that up. Prophets damn you, Kesh fucking Suder!” He roared, spinning and lashing out with his fist, slamming it into the side of one of the consoles hard enough to leave a dent; the sound of flesh smacking metal reverberating through the room.

He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly and deliberately, his eyes closed, his chest tight with all of the righteous anger, frustration and pain that was bubbling to the surface. Only Kesh had ever been able to frustrate him like that. Whatever she was now, whatever had been done to her, her memories were still there, her mannerisms showed through even under the dull, emotionless exterior. Her mind was working exactly the same way as it always had.

“You really are still in there, aren’t you?” he whispered.
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Vanessa Brinkman » Wed May 11, 2016 6:10 pm

Here's a bit of history, some pain, and oh hell more pain. I didn't sign up for this.
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Einar S » Wed May 11, 2016 7:23 pm

oh yes - more please!
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Luceo » Wed May 11, 2016 11:37 pm

Dang, I feel for Dremel here. What that must be like, it's almost unimaginable, and you do a great job of exploring its effect on him!
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Holly Kolodziejczak » Thu May 12, 2016 12:37 am

Very interesting to watch him go from sadness to outrage to revelation. I'm missing the backstory to understand it fully, but even so, it's a compelling piece of writing!
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Re: CMO Commander Kymar Dremel

Postby Timofei Lerman » Sat Jun 04, 2016 2:50 pm

It is strange how we have no idea if Kesh's soul is still in there. Or perhaps mannerisms are able to copy themselves as well. Perhaps she rember she aggravating people, and her memories do it on autopilot.

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