the nurse shook her head, smiling. "No problem, It was the least I could do. No fur should ever be less than the best they can be, with the technology at our disposal." She replied, as Collin nodded. once he awoke from the coma, the doctors spent two weeks of experimenting with every detox and strengthening procedure they knew of, stretching the bounds of the vast medical knowledge of the day, to put Collin back together. Now he was a fully functional fur, and cleared as a starfighter pilot/gunner. An entry level one, but cleared for combat nonetheless.
Syber answered the door, dressed in a rather functional, yet still formal-looking combat uniform. He chuckled slightly as he answered the door. "You never notice how small your wardrobe is until you need a formal set of clothes. Please, come on in." he said, stepping aside to let blades into his spacious quarters. Inside it was very High-tech, quite literally the best that one could find. It was done in white, with blue luminescent accents and futuristic lighting. the main room had a central sitting area with a coffee table and a seating arrangement of two couches, a pair of chairs, the centerpiece against the wall being a holo-projector set on an entertainment center that wasnt too big, but was decorative enough to serve as a formidable centerpiece of the arrangement. a full size kitchen could be seen through a doorway to the right of the entrance, outfitted like the living room, while in the back of the living room, near the far wall, which was composed of a massive viewport, showing the streaking lines and swirling mysteries of hyperspace, was the dining area. it was set with several dishes with mouth-watering scents, ones that looked like they were the picturesque dishes on the cover of a gourmet menu. "I hope you dont mind that I cooked. these'll taste somewhat bland, I didnt know what you were allergic to."
