Patients Rooms 2 (Private and Shared)

Caoimhe nodded to Zion as he entered the room and placed the machine next to the bed, before powering the dolly down and stepping back and asking what was next, but as she was about to answer, Lyssa then entered, remaining skeptical as ever about the machine, before finally Amber entered, someone she had not seen in many, many years.
Her greeting was as charming as it had ever been, not that she blamed the younger Cinn Dao for being so suspicious of her, given the terrible tragedy that a rogue group of Cinn Ion had inflicted upon her and Zion on Alderaan all those years ago. Had their roles been reversed and she had been in Amber's place, she would have reacted the same way, but it didn't stop her from making her next remark
=Caoimhe Morviael=
This place is primarily run by women you twat...
She then turned her attention to Lyssa, who still regarded her with suspicion and resentment for an act she was sure she could never fully make up for, but then she wasn't sure she wanted to be forgiven for what had happened that day, so perhaps it was better that the two of them maintained a somewhat strained, but professional relationship
=Caoimhe Morviael=
Of course I think it's going to work, I designed and built it myself. I've put all my knowledge regarding the brain into this machine. If I didn't think it would work, I wouldn't have sent Zion halfway across the galaxy to fetch it...
She at last turned her attention to Zion, despite him being the first to have arrived to the room, it was an odd thing how in this case, it had not been first come, first served, albeit a strange concept for her to linger on in the moment. She almost felt a little daunted by the concept of everything riding on the success of a machine she had never tested or used before, but never the less she needed to remain confident and steady as she motioned towards it
=Caoimhe Morviael=
All that is left is to put Tigress in the machine... and give her a guide. Now, I can give her an AI, but given the situation, the best course of action would be to give her someone a little more familiar to her... Someone like you, Zion. Where an AI might rush her, you, or well your imprint, would have a better idea of when to take things slow. You would need to use the machine so I could get the imprint, much like plugging a portable drive into a computer and making a copy of the contents, but it would be completely safe, no harm would come to you. Then after that, we can move Tigress over and get her connected. The decision is entirely up to you, I'm sure Dr Ramaela and Miss Caird have enough resources between them to ensure that if I fail, I will regret it...

Caoimhe sighed as Amber made her retort, something which she felt had very little effort put into, but then Zion had seemed quite sick and tired of all the comments, an understandable feeling considering the situation. She went over to the machine and placed her hand on a panel before removing it as the panel rose up from the machine to Caoimhe's chest height, at which point the screen relaxed backward.
She tilted her heads towards Lyssa as she went about entering in commands to power the machine up and allow her access, as she pondered momentarily on Lyssa's compliment, or about as close to one as she thought she'd ever get from the woman, all things considered
=Caoimhe Morviael=
It really depends upon your definition of having used it... I personally programmed every last detail of this software and have run a few hundred simulations, so does that answer your question?
She then enter in a couple commands and a visor piece extended over in front of Zion's face, before the visor ran through a boot up process, displaying various test results and executing commands to load all the programming. She looked over at Zion as he lay there waiting for the machine to start, she was either about to have a first successful operation of the machine, or end up getting herself killed. She just hoped she wasn't about to try push the machine too much with this imprint, considering how emotionally affected Zion seemed to be from all his years. But before she could consider it for too long, a command prompt appeared on her screen, letting her know the machine was ready to go
=Caoimhe Morviael=
Now this process is a little disorientating, so expect to fill a little ill after this is done, considering you're about to be plunged deep into your own subconscious and pulled back out again. It'll be over soon...
She then entered in a string of commands and hit enter, causing the machine to go from a standby hum to a slightly more energetic purr as the machine started up and began it's scan, the screen changing to a somewhat 3D interface as it showed a progress bar at the bottom, while an image slowly began to form on the screen of Zion's brain. Slowly but surely the progress bar crawled along, while the image continued to complete itself.
Although it seemed just like any other brain, even to a trained eye like Caoimhe's, the machine was scanning every last electron and chemical balance within Zion's brain, creating a copy of the man's personality, memories and awareness. After a couple more minutes the machine had finished it's scan and began returning to it's stand by state as it returned Zion to a conscious state. The visor slide back into the machine before the med students moved in and grabbed a hole of Zion and quickly carried him over to the stretcher and placed him down
=Caoimhe Morviael=
Right, systems holding normal. Scan has completed and all systems are go. Now to move the Farghul on!
The med students then rushed back over to the bed Tigress was laying on, taking up their positions before grabbing a hold of Tiggy and gently moving her over onto the machine. Caoimhe then entered in a string of new commands and hit enter, causing the visor to extend again before the machine began it's more energetic purr again, while the screen changed again. She waited in breathless anticipation to see whether her machine would work, or if it was too late and they had lost the Farghul

Lyssa nodded her head as Amber introduced herself. She had heard of the Caird family but hadn't personally met any of them, well not that she was aware of anyway. She had met a lot of people in her life thus far so it was perfectly plausible that she had met one of them before, in passing, and just hadn't caught their name.

"It's nice to meet you, Amber. Now let's see if the good Dr. Morviael can...."

Before she could finish the sentence, Cammy began speaking, answering her previous question.

=Caoimhe Morviael=
It really depends upon your definition of having used it... I personally programmed every last detail of this software and have run a few hundred simulations, so does that answer your question?

Lyssa gave a wry chuckle at Cammy's response. Shifting her stance a bit, and folding her arms across her chest, she watched as Cammy prepared the contraption.

"Hmm yeeaah....I'm taking that as a 'No'. Having programmed the software and running a few hundred 'simulations' does not constitute as having actually successfully used it on a living patient, so pardon me if I'm a bit skeptical about it and more than a little concerned for Tigress's and Zions well being.

You'd better hope it works because if it doesn't....we may both be looking for new jobs."

With that, Lyssa stood aside and looked on as Cammy put a few more commands into the machine, explaining things as she went along, and it began to hum and purr. A 3D image of Zions brain appeared on the screen along with a progress bar at the bottom. The bar progressed, somewhat slowly, as the image of his brain filled in. After a few long moments, the machine completed it's scan of Zion's brain, which didn't didn't take as long as Lyssa thought it would, though he did seem to be reliving something while the scan was going on. Once it was over, the med students helped him move to another stretcher where he promptly regurgitated the entire contents of his stomach. Lyssa moved forward, avoiding the vomit on the floor, to check his vital signs as a precaution while a med droid rushed over to clean up the mess. The med students had moved Tigress over to the machine where Cammy began the procedure on the Farghul. When Lyssa was done making sure Zion was okay, she offered him a glass of water to wash his mouth out before she turned her attention back to Cammy and the machine, watching while the doctor input some more commands into the device and it began to hum and purr again....

Amber nodded in response to Lyssa, as the other woman expressed that it was nice to meet her. She watched from afar as Caoimhe started up the contraption she touted as a machine, the displays showing various writings and function levels as it begun it's scan of Zion's brain
She couldn't much understand what she was seeing, what ever it was, her interests were more towards ships and mechanical operations, as opposed to medicine and health. She just trusted that Caoimhe valued her life enough to not want Lyssa and herself ruining it, but that remained to be seen, especially given the kind of fanatics she had met in the past
Her line of thought was soon broken as the machine powered down and the med students helped Zion over to the stretcher. She rushed over to his side, jumping back as she helped steady him when he was sick, before she turned her own attention back to the machine as Zion seemed to grip onto the rails with an iron clad grip, wanting to see what happened next
She watched with tense anticipation as the machine started up again. She began to silently pray that this dubious contraption would work, her want to see Caoimhe humiliated out weighed by her loyalty to Zion and seeing the Farghul recover
She focused on the screen which had remained blank for a few moments before an image began to appear. She then let out a sigh of relief as she gave one of Zion's shoulders a rub, as a gesture to relax him
=Amber Caird=
It worked!
She then did her best to help him relax back onto the stretcher, since he looked like he could do with some rest, especially now that they were certain the Farghul was safe. She then sat on the edge of the bed as she gave Zion's chest a gently rub, feeling a deep sense of pride for Zion's actions
=Amber Caird=
Have a rest, you'll need it....

Zion had remained impassive as Lyssa came over and checked on his general state of health, and even when Amber had helped steady him as they waited until the monitor on the machine came to life with a room and Tigress standing in it. He let out a sigh of relief as Amber helped him relax back into the stretcher and he accepted the glass of water from Lyssa, giving his mouth a quick wash out before taking a sip of the liquid to replenish what his body had lost. He turned his head side wards to watch as Caoimhe loaded in the Imprint, certain that it would work given the success they had had so far



After a few moments of the machine loading the instructions and processing, the Imprint suddenly felt himself materializing inside the room that represented part of Tigress' mind. As the process finished he leapt down from the small balcony and landed on the floor as he rose to his full height behind Tigress. He briefly glanced down at his clothing and noticed he was wearing his basic coat and pants with his hood pulled over his face, before recognizing why this was so. He then turned his attention to Tigress
=The Imprint=
Eve is far from here, no doubt wondering why she is no longer in control. But I am here instead, at your service...

Tigress turned around as she heard the sound of someone landing, to find a man standing in front of her in a hooded jacket and pants. She felt as if she knew him, but nothing was coming back to her about him, but she knew he was most certainly not one of Eve's inventions. She nodded to the man as he explained he was at her service, what ever that meant
=Tigress=
What do you mean, at my service? Who are you?