A young child lies unconscious on an examination table. A hovering monitor displaying her vitals in real time—beeping in acknowledgment of the steady rise and fall of her chest. As Doctor explains the readout to the father of the child, who looks like he would have been a nervous wreck, if not for his clear position of importance.
“What you are asking of me is impossible, Velkor.” The doctor says. “You can not simply sever a specific ability. The effects it would have on the mind of the patient would be disastrous.” he advices.
Velkor stands straight, hands folded at his back behind majestic robes. He looks unsure about his daughter on the table, eyes flicking steadily between her and the doctor stood by his side.
“Suppression perhaps?” he suggests and the doctor tenses. “Anything at all so she can not use them anymore?”
“My Lord, she is hardly ... typical.” he settles on. “I wouldn't know where to begin.” he pauses. “If she is as dangerous as you say she is--“
“Do not speak another word, if you are going to suggest I exterminate my daughter.”
The doctor cowers in fear, eyes shifting to the ground in reverence. “I apologize, your honor.”
Velkor eyes the man beside him, considering a punishment befitting of his near irreverence, when a Palace guard interrupts, addressing him.
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“My Lord.” He salutes quickly before offering a quick bow. “The council requests your presence.”
Velkor acknowledges the man with a curt nod. “I will be along shortly.” he answers, eyes not leaving the child in front of him.
“They insisted I returned with you immediately, My Lord.”
Viktor hums softly before turning to the Doctor. “Guard her.” He instructs, before striding out the lab, guard in tow.
Velkor is stood in the center of a room, Giant holographic heads scrutinizing him, The Council. A pompous egomaniacal jury who made life and death decisions under the comfort of anonymity. Convening with them was easily the worst part of his week, rendered even worse whenever he was issued a summons.
“I am handling it as we speak.” he grits out, fists clenching behind his back. It would be unseemly for a Sovereign to lose his calm.
“Our atmosphere nearly collapsed on itself.” the first head gruffs.
“The child is unpredictable, what happens next when she decides to throw a tantrum?” another adds.
“We are working on a way to safely rid her of her powers.” Velkor says.
“And if you cannot?” the first head thunders ominously.
The only female head in the Congress assuages. “You know what needs to be done.”
“Please do not ask me to kill the child, Councilwoman.” Velkor pleads, very nearly crumbling.
“We are not asking you.” She assures him, proceeding to shatter his heart with her next sentence. “We are more than capable of assisting where you hesitate.”
Velkor hurries in without the guard this time, his rapid steps startling the doctor.
He smooths a hand down his clothes in a bid to regain his composure before asking. “Is everything alright, My Lord?”
Velkor ignores him, pacing the room a couple of times, face screwed in thought. The doctor traces him dutifully with his eyes.
“Memory erasure.” Velkor finally says, and the doctor is no less confused.
“My Lord?”
Velkor simply gestures vaguely to his head in response. And the doctor nods in understanding.
“A temporary fix, but feasible.” He gauges, after a brief moment of mental calculation. “How far back do you want it to be?”
Velkor stops his pacing, pivoting to look the man square in the eye, jaw set.
“Blank slate.”