Tales of the Admins

[Reverend Del]

The cryotube hissed open, cold air billowing out as the occupant came to full wakefulness. A thin claw of a hand gripped the door as the occupant pulled himself free of the tube. Turning to the medidroid the wretched figure asked,

"How long was I out?"

The medidroid did not look up from it's work as it sought to repair another of the figures compatriots. "90 Sirius standard days, you were quite badly damaged. However a total rebuild was not necessary, you are still, mostly, who you were before the damage was done. Your memory core was significantly damaged, all data from the event had to be removed. Without such removal full sanity would not have been possible."

Full sanity, now there was joke, standing as he was in a badly fitting hospital gown in the sickbay of the most powerful vessel this side of the galaxy. His arse itched.

"Where's my clothes and who's still around?"

The medidroid handed him his clothes, the man looked at the robes and ceremonial vestments and felt a flash of memory. Putting them on more became clear and the righteous fire began to burn once gain in the heart of Reverend Del.

"The Hoodlum unit was also badly damaged in the event. Working to rebuild it has taken me some time. It is possible it is dead. Units Gheis and Zelot are in the aft deck working, I believe. Unit Cannon is addressing the new recruits in the Administration module."

New recruits eh? More fuel for the great fire, more tools for the conspiracy. Del stormed out, muttering a prayer as he did so, pondering at the medidroid's use of the word "i". Droids were not supposed to have a sense of self.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.