7002/Doctoring the Dynamo

Doctoring the Dynamo
Date of Scene:	23 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Jemma Simmons

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It's half past noon when the parcel arrives via the trusty mail room, A cardboard box of a few pounds worth easily. The return address is, well it's a skull bisected by a red lightning bolt and cyrillic. The Russian "Electrical hazard" placard. Inside, well theres a proper -binder- of cyrillic sheets typed out on shitty yellowed paper. X-rays, and at the bottom? A hand transcription over into english, Medical Records for one "Senior Sargeant Galina Nemirovsky." Every sentence reproduced with care, neatly written block lettering with hand written circled numbers so the photographs inset into the original file can be lined up with the english version.

    It's the product of some few hours, there are programs which could do the same in a few seconds of course. Even google could spit out something you could stumble through, but the Dynamo is never a woman to undertake anything half way. Then again, it was the first time in years she'd worked up the courage to look at the tome in years. It helped to provide some measure of context amidst a sea of change, obviously.

    Two thirty and security's rung the office of one Jemma Simmons, she has a guest down at the security checkpoint to see her. Her name was in the registry, but the paperwork allowing unfettered entry would take more hard work to earn. She'd been stopped at the security checkpoint, and there had been concern about her prosthetics. She'd tested positive for gunpowder residue, for chemical precursors to explosives, her pupils were dialated. It could only be one person, right?

    True enough Galina slumps in that cheap chair, glaring at the security guard over the top of those beat up shades. Arms crossed as she consents to wait, because well for obvious reasons she wasn't going to let some jerkoff take her arm off just to look at the bits and baubles inside. If she wanted to attack SHIELD, she damn sure wouldn't be wearing her street clothes.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    When the office is rang...and no answer, it is only a short time before someone else thinks to ring up the Research and Development lab. Because when in doubt, always check the lab. Of course, when there is no direct answer from there, then there is another slight delay, as a security agent actually shows up at the lab's door, knocking loud enough to draw the attention of the co-head of R&D. A short conversation later, and Dr. Jemma Simmons departs the lab, following the security officer to the security checkpoint. The description given made it rather clear who it would be...and there might have been just some choice words for leaving Galina at the checkpoint and not just escorting her back.

    So, it is Jemma, and Jemma alone, that greets the sargeant at the checkpoint, having already shoo'ed the security personnell onward. "Sargeant Nemirovsky. Please forgive the delay. I would have been here sooner, were it not for the penchant around here of following policy to the letter." There is a sideward glance at the retreating guard, then a smile appears as Jemma shifts her attention fully to Galina. "I was actually reviewing the records you sent over before I was retrieved. Quite an intriguing history, if I may be so bold as to say so."

    The checkpoint seems to go a lot easier with Jemma present. It seems that the guards are either trusting of her...or afraid as to what new toy she might decide to try out on them.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Just Galina now, Doctor."comes the return, as she slowly gets up to her feet to offer a tired smile. The bruises have gone, the swelling subsided. Now she just looks, perhaps a bit too pale? Anywho she offers a glance towards the security guards, before stepping to follow. "I made you a promise I would submit myself for a check up when things were settled, and I always keep my promises. I am sorry it took so long, new suit old unpleasantries to settle."

    The record was more than two years old, and it told sad stories. Traumatic amputations, gunshot wound to the head during a botched execution, traumatic brain injuries, burns, stabs wounds, broken bones. It was a collection of unpleasant things, and without fail within days or hours of the injury? Declared fit for duty, every single time. The prescriptions were no less incredible of course, some banal and others exotic but she'd been up to her eyeballs in a mixture of fairly scary drugs for years.

    She doesn't like she's in pain, or like she's blitzed on whatever Russian chemists cooked up. Shoulders slumped, gate even. No as per the usual, she just seems tired at first. "I hope the records came across ok, It took some time to find all the English words for some of the medical terminology. Oh and MRI was done before neural implants, but I do not have these records anymore. Lost when the citidel was attacked by transdimensional monsters."Yaknow, normal stuff.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "Galina." The first name is repeated, reinforcing it as acceptible for use for Simmons. Jemma nods, then offers. "Then, please, call me Jemma." The apology is waved off, as Jemma offers to walk Galina through the checkpoint and back towards the R&D department, despite the fact that the medical ward is clearly marked....and in the opposite direction. "Oh, do not worry yourself so. It is perfectly understandable. After all, our initial meeting was hardly what one would consider normal. I am just glad that you trusted me enough to even come." It is a true sentiment, from the sound of Jemma. She was truly surprised at the visit.

    As the two enter the R&D lab, it becomes apparent why Jemma chose there rather than the medical facilities. The lab...is devoid of other scientists at the moment. Even her counterpart, a certain Leo Fitz, is nowhere to be seen. The medical records are sitting upon a table, next to what looks like a mini medical station. One would get the sense that this is where Jemma does most of her work...and with the look of the equipment close by, it would seem that she might have a few extra toys that the medical wing does not have. But...it is not to the examination table that Jemma leads the Russian to, but a simple chair, next to the one that obviously Jemma was sitting in, studying the records in the first place. "Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable."

    "The records are wonderful. Well, not wonderful with what they say, but wonderful in the detail and information provided." There is a wince as the doctor realizes just how awkward that last sentence was. "What I mean is that they are very informative, even if they are a bit dated. I can certainly follow them, so thank you for that." Jemma takes her seat, but only after Galina does. "It will definitely help in any examinations. However, I must ask. Is there anything not within the records that I should be concerned with? Any particular issue that you would want me to address first? Because, quite honestly, there is a lot to address." Jemma leans forward, concern rather clear on her expression. "It looks like you have just been running non-stop for so long...and that really isn't healthy for anyone."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "The army is not a healthy endeavor Jemma."Galina casually shrugs off her coat, and her hat and those glasses. Casually finding herself a chair, before easing down. "I understand, my mother was a nurse."She offers, softly. Eyes scanning the room casually, before she seems to finally relax. Her good arm uncovered, that vibrant VDV ink is on full display. Tigers, rifles and parachutes all inked with care and interrupted only with the odd scar and the remnants of that burn running from the back of her hand up to her shoulder.

    "Silver sulfadiazine"A nasty topical for burns, and all manners of unpleasnt things. "Compound 326 does not seem to be working very well anymore, this is a problem. I've been taking less and less to try and reset my tolerance, but the burn in particular has been uncomfortable."326, according to the documentation is some sort of gnarly pain killer. Only they were giving her tailored doses, enough to keep her sharp without actually addressing the pain. Engineered discomfort, to produce loyalty to the program.

    "Beyond this, I am well enough medically. Have been able to work out again, if only a little."Theres a pause there as she sources a pack of camels from her jacket, looking yonder to Jemma. "May I smoke in here?"

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "No, I suppose it isn't." The question about smoking does catch Jemma offguard. There's a quick glance to see if there is anything particular volatile if exposed to a heat source....and fortunately, there is not. "Well, normally, I would say no. But, this is a special circumstance and I certainly do want you to feel comfortable...so, yes, you can." There is a bit of a scramble as Jemma looks for something to contain the ashes...and improvises with a small empty beaker that she slides over for Galina.

    With the impromptu ashtray provided, Jemma shifts to stand behind Galina, her eyes upon that burn for the moment. The tell-tale sound of medical gloves snapping on is heard, even as the doctor leans down to look over the damage. "Ah...well, apart from the fact that the burn appears that it was particularly nasty, that is healing as well as could be expected. I would have used the silver sulfadiazine myself. You have not been experiencing any side effects, have you?" Fingertips gently, oh so gently, slide along the surface of the burn, barely touching the flesh as Jemma continues. "No excessive itching or upset stomach? Though, it might be hard to discern, with the decreased effectiveness of the painkiller compound." A slight hissing of breath gives Galina an idea on just how happy Jemma is about Compound 326. "They never really gave you enough to eliminate the pain, you know. Which really angers me. I mean, why bother using something if you are never going to address the root cause? It was just a ploy to foster dependancy on the drug, really."

    Jemma circles around into view, still examining. "I can certainly address the burn. We have some sterile bandages that allow complete freedom of movement while also protecting the burn area. Also, a little extra ingredient to numb the area, to take the edge off the pain. It really helps to avoid having to take painkiller medication, as the medication can cloud judgement, as you are already probably aware of." A soft hum escapes Jemma's throat. "I do like the idea of weaning off of the compound, but should definitely take that gradually."

    The doctor straightens, then steps back around behind Galina once more, to head towards her medical station for the supplies to tend to the burn, leaving Galina to enjoy her cigarette for a moment or two.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Same reason I was left to defend Moscow by myself, after they'd cut my funding."Galina dips her head to light that smoke. The burn is certainly tender, but she doesn't seem terribly sensitive does she? "In Russia FSB and Army are in two camps. Army is of the people, I mean the pay is garbage and the benefits are terrible. You join because of a sense of duty, or family, or adventure. FSB though, work for government. Dynamo program had bounced between Army and KGB during the late unpleasantness. After the revolution, it was strictly army."

    "Winter Guard was army operation, which is part of why despite mutant policy I was the only member of the team who was not a mutant. Army sought to protect who it could, but this made it inconvient for the FSB who wished to centralize authority. So when everyone but me and Mikhail died, they swept in like vultures. Threw Mikhail in prison, defunded me. They could not bring in whole new squad until I was gone, so they needed me to go."Theres a little shrug there. "I'm a paratrooper, I fight best when surrounded and outnumbered. I made it a point to remain to spite them."

    "I had hoped that this would pass, that I'd be able to find Mikhail and get him out of Russia. I intended for us to escape together, what kind of soldier leaves their comrade yes?"And a slow drag on that cigarette, and a careful ashing. "He is one who did that to my neck, much of my face. Brainwashed, had no idea who I was."

    "Anyway plan was always to make me as uncomfortable as possible, or get me killed in action. I have grown used to these things, the pain is somewhat life affirming. It can make neural uplink difficult however, so I've just taken my doses before donning the armor."Which is, yaknow like the most perfect way to build an addiction ever right?

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    The good doctor returns in Galina's view, with the bandages in one hand and what appears to be a handheld UV light in the other. Jemma drops to a knee, reaching over to apply the bandages to the burned areas. "Well, it is simply terrible. No one should ever have to grow used to being a pawn." Jemma does work fairly quickly with the bandaging. It is almost as if she had practice, which isn't far from the truth at all. "I do fear that we would need to purge you of the compound completely before it regains effectiveness. But we should be able to provide more comfort for you without relying too heavily on pharmaceuticals to do so."

    With the bandage on, the UV light is retrieved and shifted to Jemma's right hand. As she turns it on, Jemma explains what its purpose is. "The numbing agent is activated by the ultraviolet wavelength. Sunlight would be enough to do the trick, but there aren't really any windows in here. Besides, the UV also causes the fibers in the bandage to comform to the particular contours of your extremeties, allowing for that freedom of movement without pulling on the burn area." As Jemma waves her magic UV wand over the bandages, there is a definite reaction with the bandage. The cooling agent is felt almost immediately, as any loose fabric seems to shrink to fit, almost sealing itself in place, yet not pulling in the slightest.

    "So, you intend to return to save your friend, yes?" The UV light waggling allows time for Jemma to speak about non-medical topics...and she chose that topic. "Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to go back? I mean, you was awfully adamant to ensure no one found you. Wouldn't it make sense, then, to have someone else go in to retrieve this Mikhail? I mean...no offense, Galina, but you are not necessarily a nondescript person, so to speak."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Major Mikhail Urssus transforms into a fourteen foot tall supernaturally powerful bear, I saw him rip the turret off a tank and throw it across a river years ago. He is perhaps more tough than he is strong as well, he is fearsome. I cannot make him do anything he doesn't wish to, and he's brainwashed."She watches the bandages, and the UV light and..well. Theres a smile there as she watches American medical magic at work, marveling really. "Woaaah, ok this is.."And hey, she doesn't seem like she's made of china for a moment!

    "Oh he came back with DarkStar and her idiot brother, who died. I mean I saw that, but here they are with no memory of me. Darkstar controls gravity, makes black holes. She died, destroying an entire trans-dimensional planet with her bare hands. So, same problem. If I thought I was capable of doing so, I would gladly trade my life for their freedom. Though I did kill Titanium Man, which is good."Slowly giving that freshly bandaged arm a stretch and a flex, satisfied it seems.

    "Thank you doctor, that feels -much- better. I admit I did not have very high hopes, perhaps I have gotten too comfortable in my misery yes?"Theres a pause there, chaining up another smoke before giving the bandage an experimental rub of the finger.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There is a definite expression of surprise as the extent of the Major's power is relayed to Jemma. "Ah....yes. I see." The description of Mikhail's strength alone is awe inspiring. And...brainwashed? Yes, the good doctor can see exactly how difficult it would be to get an ursine-powered brainwashed individual to see reason. There is no more mention of that, though Jemma does listen as Galina speaks to the others of the Winter Guard, not without some sympathy.

    However, the reaction to the bandage and the expression of thanks does bring a smile to Jemma's lips, a small one that grows as the medical dressing is tested. "You are most welcomed, Galina. It was my pleasure to have provided a modicum of assistance." The pleased expression is genuine, as is the sentiment behind it. "Yes, perhaps a little too used to suffering. But, that doesn't need to be the case." Jemma shifts to look over the medical records, in particular the info on the particular painkiller compound, then turns back to face Galina. "So, just let me know if we need to replace that bandage anytime soon. However, that should last you until the burn is healed. Also, I do whole-heartedly think that we should lessen your dependency on Compound 326. If there are no additional medical concerns, then your initial plan on reducing dosage is sound. With the burn addressed, then there should be less need for the pain killer." There is a pause, as Jemma grows serious, her tone of voice gaining just a faint edge. Polite to a fault, the urgency in her tone combines with Jemma's mannerisms for a light, and perfectly British, admonishment. "However, the moment you start experience more pain than necessary, please contact me so that we may enact counter measures." Just like a doctor to say that, though even now it is phrased as a request, rather than anything harsher. After all, Jemma has no power over Galina short of what Galina herself deems to give her.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Yes well, I will let you know if anything goes 'Sideways'."See she's picking up slang and everything, thanks Red Hood. "When I am in better condition, and we have time? I will have to see if we can get you the chance to visit The Cave, Kyrgyzstan is truly quite beautiful in spring. I suspect you will find it interesting, and you will have no trouble with the ghosts of that place."Galina rises slowly, snuffing out her cigarette before snagging her coat.

    "In anycase my friend, I must be off. I have shooting practice, still getting used to American firearms yes?"and on go the shades, and the hat. "If you ever have need of me, know that you may call me as a friend yes?"And carefully she sets a slip of paper on the table, before sliding it out for Jemma to snag. A phone number, hey thats progress right? "If anyone should bother you, and I am not called? This would be great dissapointment, yes? Until another day then, Jemma."She offers a hug, if Jemma fancies it before well...off she goes.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    The hug is readily accepted without hesitation. "I look forward to our next visit." Maybe it will even be to Kyrgyzstan, who knows? But, for now, Jemma waits patently while Galina gathers her coat. The paper with the phone number is casually retrieved from the table and just as casually placed into a handy pocket. Her nose does wrinkle at the thought of shooting practice..."Oh....yes. I need to do that, too. I'm still a field agent as well as a scientist. They frown if I don't practice." Then, with a smile, she offers to walk Galina out. "And yes, I will be sure to contact you if ever the need arises."

    And, with that, the two head out of the lab.