Doctor Rashad unwrapped the bandages from Fiolette's eyes, weeks had gone since Bakura and the doctor was confident now that the admiral-turned-executive's vision had been restored. The infirmary on the Fleetwood was quiet, it hummed with a dull light to help the blonde adjust to her eyesight once more.
Fiolette wasn't quite sure what would happen, but she felt the bandages go. Next, she felt the Doctor's hand on her eyes, wiping away crust and anything else that had formed while the bandages had been applied. "Alright, Fiolette, open your eyes." Doctor Rashad's soft spoken voice broke through any thoughts she had, and she did as instructed. First she squeezed her eyes and then let them open. There was a flutter of movement of course, even with dull light it seemed to make them ache.
And then her hand gripped the bed, her vision had not only been restored but it seemed that her implants were working. Hi-Sense vision, enabling the blonde to see electrical interfaces, nodes, and even bits of code if she were to concentrate at any particular console. It was all a mess to her right now and she shut her eyes again and then opened and took a deep breath. "Here, look at me." Doctor Rashad instructed, "good, let me see, okay look over here and now this way. Great." The doctor was testing her sight, standard procedure, "now can you tell me where the nodes for this bed are?"
"There," Fiolette replied and canted her head, "wait."
Her vision 'zoomed' the implants cameras adjusted, "yes, there." She confirmed and then shifted her head abck upright and the vision returned to 'standard' range.
"You'll be able to do that without tilting soon enough, but for now, here." Doctor Rashad gave Fiolette an injection. "This will help you adjust and keep everything a bit darker than usual. We've programmed the implants to let your natural eye colour stay so look here."
Rashad handed Fiolette a mirror. "How does that look?"
Fiolette's eyes looked just about the same and you almost couldn't tell she had an implant with the exception of the small thin lines that weren't natural. The medication that Rashad had injected coursed through her body until it reached her eyes. Her azure colour turned a vibrant blue before calming into its normal sea of colour. The amount of electrical nodes that she could see diminished. "Good, and um thanks." She said for both the injection and the implants.
"You're welcome."
"Ma'am, your appointment with [member="Joza Perl"]."
The blonde put a hand in the air and slowly edged off the bed. Rashad was quick to grab Fiolette's walking stick and placed it beneath the palm of her hand. The burned FIV RAE SLOANE could be see as she took it step by step to the door. Petrovsky helped her to the lift and to her personal quarters, the lights were darker here or maybe it was the injection, she couldn't tell. Her suit had been laid out and Petrovsky excused himself so that she could get dressed.
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Port Tiberius, Neutral Space
Dressed in a black suit and tie, Fiolette with walking stick in hand crossed the rather empty rotunda. Officially the station wasn't open and was still underconstruction. Unofficially she was nearly complete, and all that was left was for Fiolette to seek investors to open up shops and stores. Real estate to open apartments, condos and even hotel suites. Tiberius wasn't meant to be the most luxurious station but rather a working one but more importantly it would serve as a home port for Primo Victorian, an Independent Shipwright Company. The new logo was on the main column that ran throughout the station.
There was a bit of a corporate feel to it all, even the leisure portions of the station felt clean and upscale. The lights were turned down for the blonde as she walked through. Shoulders back, head held high as if the walking stick was there out of accessory and not necessity. Her vision could still pick out electrical lines beneath her feet and the nodes in the walls. She had to squeeze her eyes at least twice to get it to go away and assured herself that she'd get used to it all in due time. "Miss Perl," Fiolette greeted, "welcome to Port Tiberius, pardon our dust we're still under construction, please right this way. "Ryuusei is one of the finer restaurants, founded by an Atrisian who made it quite big in Sor Yusan before he opened up a place on Bespin, and now if I recall he's looking to open up on Kwenn Station and maybe Commenor."
Port Tiberius for Miss Perl would be brighter in lightning, welcoming, warm colors had been chosen for this purpose. The color scheme had been selected to encourage someone to stay, to buy a drink or two. Ryuusei's sat across from a place that had been reserved for a Transgalactic Restaurant, between them construction on a Bistro was underway. The Culinary Curve is what this portion was referred to with two docks reserved for importing and exporting of produce and foodstuffs. A market between the Culinary Curve and the Food Place allowed what would eventually be the citizens of Port Tiberius to purchase their own wares.
Above the Culinary Curve it was evident that it had been reserved for cafes, newsstands, small antique stores and shops. Someone clearly wanted to cultivate an old world feel right there in Port Tiberius. The blonde looked over at her associate with a pleasant smile, in her mind she matched the woman with one she had seen at the ORC Station not too long ago. How could she forget these emerald eyes?
"How were your travels? I take it you found us alright?"
[member="Aver Brand"]
Fiolette wasn't quite sure what would happen, but she felt the bandages go. Next, she felt the Doctor's hand on her eyes, wiping away crust and anything else that had formed while the bandages had been applied. "Alright, Fiolette, open your eyes." Doctor Rashad's soft spoken voice broke through any thoughts she had, and she did as instructed. First she squeezed her eyes and then let them open. There was a flutter of movement of course, even with dull light it seemed to make them ache.
And then her hand gripped the bed, her vision had not only been restored but it seemed that her implants were working. Hi-Sense vision, enabling the blonde to see electrical interfaces, nodes, and even bits of code if she were to concentrate at any particular console. It was all a mess to her right now and she shut her eyes again and then opened and took a deep breath. "Here, look at me." Doctor Rashad instructed, "good, let me see, okay look over here and now this way. Great." The doctor was testing her sight, standard procedure, "now can you tell me where the nodes for this bed are?"
"There," Fiolette replied and canted her head, "wait."
Her vision 'zoomed' the implants cameras adjusted, "yes, there." She confirmed and then shifted her head abck upright and the vision returned to 'standard' range.
"You'll be able to do that without tilting soon enough, but for now, here." Doctor Rashad gave Fiolette an injection. "This will help you adjust and keep everything a bit darker than usual. We've programmed the implants to let your natural eye colour stay so look here."
Rashad handed Fiolette a mirror. "How does that look?"
Fiolette's eyes looked just about the same and you almost couldn't tell she had an implant with the exception of the small thin lines that weren't natural. The medication that Rashad had injected coursed through her body until it reached her eyes. Her azure colour turned a vibrant blue before calming into its normal sea of colour. The amount of electrical nodes that she could see diminished. "Good, and um thanks." She said for both the injection and the implants.
"You're welcome."
"Ma'am, your appointment with [member="Joza Perl"]."
The blonde put a hand in the air and slowly edged off the bed. Rashad was quick to grab Fiolette's walking stick and placed it beneath the palm of her hand. The burned FIV RAE SLOANE could be see as she took it step by step to the door. Petrovsky helped her to the lift and to her personal quarters, the lights were darker here or maybe it was the injection, she couldn't tell. Her suit had been laid out and Petrovsky excused himself so that she could get dressed.
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Port Tiberius, Neutral Space
Dressed in a black suit and tie, Fiolette with walking stick in hand crossed the rather empty rotunda. Officially the station wasn't open and was still underconstruction. Unofficially she was nearly complete, and all that was left was for Fiolette to seek investors to open up shops and stores. Real estate to open apartments, condos and even hotel suites. Tiberius wasn't meant to be the most luxurious station but rather a working one but more importantly it would serve as a home port for Primo Victorian, an Independent Shipwright Company. The new logo was on the main column that ran throughout the station.
There was a bit of a corporate feel to it all, even the leisure portions of the station felt clean and upscale. The lights were turned down for the blonde as she walked through. Shoulders back, head held high as if the walking stick was there out of accessory and not necessity. Her vision could still pick out electrical lines beneath her feet and the nodes in the walls. She had to squeeze her eyes at least twice to get it to go away and assured herself that she'd get used to it all in due time. "Miss Perl," Fiolette greeted, "welcome to Port Tiberius, pardon our dust we're still under construction, please right this way. "Ryuusei is one of the finer restaurants, founded by an Atrisian who made it quite big in Sor Yusan before he opened up a place on Bespin, and now if I recall he's looking to open up on Kwenn Station and maybe Commenor."
Port Tiberius for Miss Perl would be brighter in lightning, welcoming, warm colors had been chosen for this purpose. The color scheme had been selected to encourage someone to stay, to buy a drink or two. Ryuusei's sat across from a place that had been reserved for a Transgalactic Restaurant, between them construction on a Bistro was underway. The Culinary Curve is what this portion was referred to with two docks reserved for importing and exporting of produce and foodstuffs. A market between the Culinary Curve and the Food Place allowed what would eventually be the citizens of Port Tiberius to purchase their own wares.
Above the Culinary Curve it was evident that it had been reserved for cafes, newsstands, small antique stores and shops. Someone clearly wanted to cultivate an old world feel right there in Port Tiberius. The blonde looked over at her associate with a pleasant smile, in her mind she matched the woman with one she had seen at the ORC Station not too long ago. How could she forget these emerald eyes?
"How were your travels? I take it you found us alright?"
[member="Aver Brand"]