Day 01 [0815 hrs] Ressurection Protocols Initiated

May 25, 2026, 05:20:40 PM

[LT Vanya | Trapped in a memory] Attn: @Griff @chXinya
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37.91 seconds.

That was the length of memory, looped repeatedly, that had become her prison.

It played out the same no matter how she wished to change it, because recorded data could not be altered willingly once it was stored in her memory engrams – it could only be deleted or physically removed. She was trapped, powerless; stuck reliving the last seconds before the invasive program hijacked and corrupted her processing capabilities.

During the Triangle battle, Vanya had raced to Hydroponics, trying to secure the bulk of the specimens from damage via the emergency force-fields; fires had broken out, as the ship shook around her – EPS/ODN conduits overloaded, shedding sparks everywhere as smoke filled the room. Her eyes found the environmental controls, activated damage control.

Something hit her from behind, hard. Her face struck the LCARs panel with enough force to shatter the panel, then rebounded; her body – living tissue integrated biosynthetically to a dutoronium endoskeleton – was thrown across the room. She felt her shoulder joint dislocate with a snap-pop of mechanical wrongness before the crushing impact; physics had carried her through a workstation, sent her tumbling – then a slow stop as she slid over broken glass. Internal and external damage registered, as she struggled to stand and defend herself. A surge of energy – painful beyond anything she’d experienced – assaulted her; every motor control mechanism locked tight as her epidural layers flash-burned under intense heat. She endured this for approximately 29 seconds.

As in every iteration before, the excruciating sensation only abated once she was entirely paralyzed; every motor function overloaded to the point of uselessness.

Something rolled her over.

A figure emerged from a personal cloaking device, his body shimmering into existence as he cruelly knelt atop her. A Romulan. His face was young, blank, almost devoid of life. Cold, merciless eyes looked down at her. There were no words, no explanation, no hesitation; in one blurred movement, he jabbed a needled device into the corner of her eye – directly into the hidden neuro-port within. Her vision glitched into a wash of static; bytes of invasive scrap code multiplied exponentially as it ate into the positronic processes of her synthetic mind.

Vanya screamed.

The loop repeated: the fires – the smoke – the assault. The crunch of her face into the display console. The savage throw. Shoulder dislocation. The energy surge; melting her skin – the smell of cooked meat. The pain. Those dead eyes. The cold, invasive plunge of the data spike. Her scream.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Suddenly, everything stopped. Literally. Vanya, frozen in a single frame of her own recorded memory, found herself mid-flight through the air – the room a blur of movement. She tried to blink, to focus, and discovered that she could. Her body dropped from the air an instant later, landing in a heap, as the room shifted around her: Hydroponics melded away to resolve into another area of the ship – one she seldom visited but recognized easily enough…

“This…is the Holographic Lab,” Vanya vocalized cautiously, while she experimented with movement. She had been freed, apparently. “I am..,” dark green eyes watched her hands flex as she considered how this was possible. “This is a holographic simulation,” she stated, then looked up and around her. “Ingenious.”

Two fellow officers approached.

She recognized them, and a beautiful, grateful smile graced her lips.

“Selena, Alistair,” Vanya gasped, then got to her feet to embrace both. “I’m so happy to see you both!” She held them close, without an ounce of shame or restraint, simply joyful to be free once again. “That was an absolutely terrible experience,” she told them through a laugh, then moved back to return their space. “Tell me darlings, how bad is it? I cannot access my own operational systems, yet somehow, I’m able to function. Is this a back-up? Of course,” she grinned, then hushed herself. “Apologies. Go on lovelies, I’m all ears,” she laughed again.

[Meanwhile...Holographic Lab | Deck 24 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy]

Vanya’s body – its biosynthetic epidermis healed – lay in a contained diagnostic apparatus, her various internal mechanisms displayed upon the flashing digital overlay. Despite being unresponsive to any external stimuli since the attack, the moment her internal prison shattered brought the weakest of curls to her lips.