likely candidate for an easy transition. The more the automated repair unit could learn, the faster the corrections would be.
All of Lucky’s and Cracker’s lectures were finally hitting home. She never thought that it would come in handy to have all this crap in her head.
“This is the one who goes next. Can someone give me a hand getting him onto a gurney?”
“Stitch, is it a good idea to increase the amount of an alien force on our base?” Nikolai was scowling.
“I think it is stupid not to help men so close to our own that the surgeons couldn’t tell them apart.” She keyed in the access code and warmed up the man who began to shake immediately.
The stranger stepped forward. “I will carry him.”
Nikolai shook his head. “No, you shouldn’t put weight on your implant. I will do it.”
Technically, Stitch could do it, but she wasn’t a fan of heavy lifting.
Nikolai picked up the twitching alien, and Stitch led the way back to the machine. When the cold, naked man was laid in the unit, she used her hand under his ass to line him up with the machine.
His arms and legs were minimally damaged, but she had to set the machine with a skin sample just as she had with the first stranger.
When the lights indicated it was go time, she stayed next to the machine as it whirred to life.
She told him what was going to happen, and when the stranger came toward the machine, she held Nikolai back as he began to speak in the whispery language that had sounded so hoarse when he shouted it.
He tensed when he saw the needles with their silver contents, but she explained nanites as best she could.
When he paused, she continued to explain as the machine rotated the new patient and what it was going to do to the wounds in his back.
The stranger whispered to his friend, and Stitch got the mental image of flying.
When the machine chirped its completion, Stitch opened the unit and let the stranger catch his buddy when he came out.
The men hugged and stood close together.
Nikolai pulled Stitch aside. “Are you sure that this is right?”
“They were being carved up by the Splice. That is enough credential for me.”
He looked back, and the two strangers were looking at them.
The first one smiled. “I am Commander Liakon, this is Sergeant Aluak. We are at your service in fighting the Splice. As are the rest of my men.”
Stitch winced. “Damn, I am going to have to find quarters for them.”
Nikolai smirked. “The joys of being in charge.”
Stitch poked him in the chest. “Go and get another one so we can get them into their own beds. And find some pants for that guy.”
Nikolai nodded and saluted. She turned around and stalked back to the sleeper canisters and lined them up in order of priority.
She had one of the medics carry the next patient into the machine and showed him how to line the guy up and take the sample.
When everything was ready, the door closed and Liakon and Aluak were watching closely.
“Why do you take the sample?”
“To tell the machine you aren’t human. It changes the program and lets it do things like analyze what your bodies should look like and then build them again.”
“And those shots?”
“They provide a bridge between the programmed bots that are causing the problem and the implants, including organs.”
“You can replace organs?”
“Everything but the brain, and even that has some wiggle room.”
The medic looked at her nervously. “Major Carter, you are going to leave me here?”
“Unless you have authorization to accept five human and fifteen strangers to the base and find quarters for them all, yeah, you are up.”
She smirked. “Nikolai, when you are done finding a stack of clothing for them, feel free to help carry the men in for treatment. You are best suited for heavy lifting.”
He stuck his tongue out at her, and she laughed as the door closed between them.
Chapter Seven
She sent a note on the aliens to headquarters with a mention
All of Lucky’s and Cracker’s lectures were finally hitting home. She never thought that it would come in handy to have all this crap in her head.
“This is the one who goes next. Can someone give me a hand getting him onto a gurney?”
“Stitch, is it a good idea to increase the amount of an alien force on our base?” Nikolai was scowling.
“I think it is stupid not to help men so close to our own that the surgeons couldn’t tell them apart.” She keyed in the access code and warmed up the man who began to shake immediately.
The stranger stepped forward. “I will carry him.”
Nikolai shook his head. “No, you shouldn’t put weight on your implant. I will do it.”
Technically, Stitch could do it, but she wasn’t a fan of heavy lifting.
Nikolai picked up the twitching alien, and Stitch led the way back to the machine. When the cold, naked man was laid in the unit, she used her hand under his ass to line him up with the machine.
His arms and legs were minimally damaged, but she had to set the machine with a skin sample just as she had with the first stranger.
When the lights indicated it was go time, she stayed next to the machine as it whirred to life.
She told him what was going to happen, and when the stranger came toward the machine, she held Nikolai back as he began to speak in the whispery language that had sounded so hoarse when he shouted it.
He tensed when he saw the needles with their silver contents, but she explained nanites as best she could.
When he paused, she continued to explain as the machine rotated the new patient and what it was going to do to the wounds in his back.
The stranger whispered to his friend, and Stitch got the mental image of flying.
When the machine chirped its completion, Stitch opened the unit and let the stranger catch his buddy when he came out.
The men hugged and stood close together.
Nikolai pulled Stitch aside. “Are you sure that this is right?”
“They were being carved up by the Splice. That is enough credential for me.”
He looked back, and the two strangers were looking at them.
The first one smiled. “I am Commander Liakon, this is Sergeant Aluak. We are at your service in fighting the Splice. As are the rest of my men.”
Stitch winced. “Damn, I am going to have to find quarters for them.”
Nikolai smirked. “The joys of being in charge.”
Stitch poked him in the chest. “Go and get another one so we can get them into their own beds. And find some pants for that guy.”
Nikolai nodded and saluted. She turned around and stalked back to the sleeper canisters and lined them up in order of priority.
She had one of the medics carry the next patient into the machine and showed him how to line the guy up and take the sample.
When everything was ready, the door closed and Liakon and Aluak were watching closely.
“Why do you take the sample?”
“To tell the machine you aren’t human. It changes the program and lets it do things like analyze what your bodies should look like and then build them again.”
“And those shots?”
“They provide a bridge between the programmed bots that are causing the problem and the implants, including organs.”
“You can replace organs?”
“Everything but the brain, and even that has some wiggle room.”
The medic looked at her nervously. “Major Carter, you are going to leave me here?”
“Unless you have authorization to accept five human and fifteen strangers to the base and find quarters for them all, yeah, you are up.”
She smirked. “Nikolai, when you are done finding a stack of clothing for them, feel free to help carry the men in for treatment. You are best suited for heavy lifting.”
He stuck his tongue out at her, and she laughed as the door closed between them.
Chapter Seven
She sent a note on the aliens to headquarters with a mention
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