Mary Sue Syndrome

[Backo]

Joseph Krieger sat there on his comfy chair, looking at his wristwatch every now and then. His expression was dissatisfied, as if his life's work grew a pair of legs and ran off to be a street musician on Planet Crete. Then again, aerelm, could indeed be his greatest work yet and as far as the Doktor knew he, the patient, actually had legs to start with. His expression turned even worse when he checked that wristwatch yet another time "Damn it. Where the hell is that guy? Doesn't he realise I'm a really busy man!"

"But, herr Doktor, it's actually your week off. You have nothing to do, remember?" a female voice joked from across the room. It was Alina, Joseph's assistant and an ex-Coalition pilot. You see Joseph liked his women blonde and when he saw this beauty in an escape pod, offered for sale by a group of vegetarian Corsairs who were definitely not part of the Sails he just could not resist the purchase. Of course she didn't share the same enthusiasm for being his lifelong assistant so a microchip or two had to be put in her head to ease her aggressive attempts to escape and return to the glorious motherland of Omega-52. Though once you've brainwashed a woman with fancy microchips and bend her will to your wishes you can't just stop there so Krieger did the next sensible thing and began experimenting on her - replacing certain body parts with "superior" cybernetic ones that shaped her into the woman of his dreams.

"Nein! It's not about whether or not I'm really busy, it's about principles! And a great man of science like myself has to have those!" he mumbled while putting his legs on his desk and further sinking into his chair. To further display his stance of distaste to the current state of things he crossed his arms and shook his head. His lovely assistant didn't share the Doktor's disapproval of aerelm's lateness. Apart from eliminating her aggressive tendancies to assault the Doktor and attempt escape, the two microchips in her head also caused her to change her disciplined nature into care free thinking. So instead of doing something productive like arranging things for the upcoming surgery, Alina simply sat there on the medical table across the Doktor's desk and happily hummed an old song she remembered.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun