When Vreta opened his eyes once more, it took a moment for him to start breathing again. His core software had already booted up before he was conscious, while secondary programs started to come online once he was awake. His surgery, along with most others on Rothia, was performed by quick, precise, and reliable machines, but even for them, the complete overhaul of his neural structure was a task that lasted several hours. He had been told beforehand everything the procedure would entail, which was why he was surprised at just how…normal he felt. At least, for the first few seconds. 

Vreta had been moved from the auto-surgeon to a hospital bed before he had awoken. The sensors in the bed beneath him were constantly scanning his vitals and sending the results to the two doctors that were looming over him while his implants were coming online. The pair of them were both occupied looking at charts and readouts on various holographic screens floating around them, while talking back and forth to one another mostly in medical jargon. However, there was a third being that he could see: a Rothian woman. She caught his attention right away, not in the least because of the vibrant designs of her scales. Repeating patterns of various shades of orange and yellow stood out between black and white accents all across her body. She seemed to be sitting between the two doctors, right on top of some medical equipment, yet they did not look at nor even acknowledge her existence. Vreta was still too weak to get out of bed, and besides which, the doctors would likely still want to keep him under observation for a while. However, he did look up at the Rothian, finally acknowledging her where no one else had.

The woman stood up to her feet and walked past the doctors, again without notice. [i]“Well, you’re finally awake. Glad I finally get to meet my new host.”[/i]

Vreta nodded his head and took another moment just to breathe. He still remembered his briefings on this; answering her aloud was not even necessary. Merely thinking would suffice. [i]”I suppose so. I would introduce myself, but I guess you already know everything there is to know about me.”[/i]

The woman chuckled briefly. [i]”Not quite. Even for me, it will take a while to sift through six centuries of memories. Even then, memories, by themselves, don’t give [b]all[/b] the context. Anyways, I’m Rhia’Sel, and if the mission briefing I got is anything to go by, we’re going to have a lot of work to do.”[/i]