[ I.I. Officer Hi'Jak | USS Theurgy | Sickbay] attn: @Auctor Lucan
Hi'Jak closed his eyes everything felt heavy as the surgery began, he felt the world melt away his mind becoming foggy from the drugs. He tried to talk, but his jaw felt sluggish, and he couldn't really fight it for very long. Passing out soon became the only thing his body was capable of. Light soft breaths escaped him, easing him into a deep sleep as his body was being worked on.
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Jack walked through the gardens of Starfleet Academy, he compared the homeland of his father to that of his mother for a moment. Looking up at the blue sky still half expecting to see the comforting green of his childhood. "chay' DIvI'?" The instructor asked Jack shrugged at the question.
"vIvup" He replied as he walked through the grounds, his eyes wondering up towards the sun, he disliked just how bright the sky was. He was in a cadet's uniform. "tlhIngan jatlh 'ampaS wa'DIch veng." He said rolling his eyes for a moment. He supposed it was natural to have that feeling of being alien.
"You will need to practice our language then." The instructor said, looking at Jack, The man blinked for a moment, he hadn't heard Federation standard in a while, and shrugged slightly at the words being used. The instructor switched back to klingonese to help the transition.
"QIchlIj wej jatlh Segh." The instructor chastised. "jatlh pagh mej ghoj."
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Sitting in class the instructor had been right, Federation standard had been a bit taxing to keep up with, but without it he would have been left behind. He was still struggling to follow the words of his instructors from time to time, but he had the advantage of a translating device on hand for most of the lectures. Sitting at the console he found himself bored. He had completed the weeks readings ahead of time and so everything the teacher was talking about was stuff he had already learned.
When walking through the walls of the Federation facility he felt outcast ed. The Federation was at war with the Empire at this time in his life, and he was stranded, cut off a student in the Federation playing the long con, in a situation even more dangerous than before. His every move was monitored, and he was often getting shoved around.
Opening his locker the world had a small hiccup, there were photo's and memories in his locker that didn't exist yet, people he hadn't met yet. A poster of a three sectioned ship hovered slightly in the background. He grabbed his book labled 'boring and liar' and walked back to his classes.
His graduation ceremony became a firing squad of Federation soldiers. "You lied when you swore your oaths to the Federation."
and as they fired their shots, he fell backwards through space and time, to a tribunal in a klingon court the light bright in his face. "You assisted in the murder of Klingon defense force members." Why was the judge an Andorian?
"'ej" The crowd cried over and over again. His heart rate spiked, his lungs felt like they were on fire. Partly due to the fact that his body was currently being set afliam or maybe he was just feeling the heat of the surgery.
"Where do you think belong in this universe?" The giant spider that was his lawyer asked him the question, and Jack opened his mouth to answer. Only for parts of him to start burning away before he could answer.
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Jack coughed slightly as he felt his body shiver and his conconciousness snap back into his mind, in that dull foggy sort of way that it came back post surgery. He breathed for a moment and felt his chest expand properly, a breath of life he had long forgotten as all three of his lungs worked in unison to fill him.
He closed his eyes and heard the steady double beat of his hearts. He opened those eyes and the blur of the lights. He raised a hand to shield his eys for a moment, or at least he felt like he did but no such hand blocked away the lights. He was quickly reminded that he lacked one of his appendages. V-nine's voice called to him through the haze of his mind.
She spoke about replacing his arm and eye and he nodded. She asked him how he felt.
He answered in klingon. "net poQbej qa'vIn vIneH." He said hearing his own voice and flinched at how loud it was he disliked the sound of it, something he never would have said before today. He usually loved to talk.
He slid off the surgercal table for a moment he regarded himself. Stretching his remaining arm he brushed away some of the sweat he had been feeling. "Good, lets get onto the next part."
How is your Federation Standard?
Poor. First City Academy spoke only Klingon.
Your classes will not speak your tongue.
murderer
better, I want coffee.