The Patriarch Falls, Pt 11

Azrael’s heart thumped heavily in her chest. The sheer weight of that promise fell heavily on her, and she feared failure. She feared that she was unable to undo the damage, and that her skills were beyond inadequate for the task.

She feared that the Prophets would forever be stuck in limbo, as broken toys created by an egomaniacal madman.

But she shook those doubts aside and continued on. She told herself that if she didn’t take care of them, no-one would. The Federation would no doubt prefer to purge them rather than heal them.

The drone arm that was working on Callie’s memories alerted Azrael, even as she swapped out another set of genetic code. It rang out and demanded her immediate and undivided attention.

So she reached over to her side and slid over the main terminal in front of her once again. She opened up the histogram filled with all of Callie’s memories, and skimmed past many blocks of raw data.