Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Reallignment

[Alyndrasyrex]

((Sickbay Complex, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))

 

 

Alyndra’s heart fluttered. Her insult to Dr Sadar, whilst completely unintentional on her part, clearly caused an amount of offence. The last thing she wanted was for Dr Ohnari to get into any trouble.

Syrex: Faulty? There’s nothing wrong with it! Honest! I just wanted a check-up to, well… check-up! Honest! Lieutenant

 

Sadar: You say it’s not faulty, but in the time that you’ve been within Sickbay, it has wandered numerous times, not following the natural eye movement it’s supposed to mimic. It neglected to zero in on the biobed to assist your scaling of it, and when you rolled your eyes to indicate exasperation, the eye similarly failed to follow the neural directive to move. Granted, it may not be an issue with the eye itself, but with the fitting to your neural pathways. ::refers to medical chart:: And that, I see, was handled by Chief Medical Officer Quentin Beck. So I suppose the complaint ought to be sent to him...

 

Alyndra was almost certain in that moment she shrunk a few inches as her spine ran cold. At the very least, she assumed her lips must have changed in hue.

 

Syrex: No, you don’t have to tell da- Quentin… I mean Dr Beck. Commander Beck?

 

oO Help… Oo

 

Sadar: Ah, so Doctor Beck made Commander then? Offer him my congratulations.

 

Alyndra took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure.

 

Syrex: Lieutenant, I’m sorry if I have offended you in any way. I’m certain my choice of words was poor, for that, I apologise profusely. What I meant to say, was whilst I’m here, I’d like a check-up so that I don’t overwork myself in a manner similar to yourself on DS9. Whilst your dedication was - and is commendable, I wish to take the same care of myself that I hope you do to yourself. If that makes sense?

 

Dr. Sadar seemed to want to quip back with another remark to put Alyndra in her place. Alyndra knew that Gila held all the cards; her fate was in Gila's hands. Observing the way Dr. Sadar's skin folded around her lips, Alyndra understood that the Mizarian Doctor was fully aware of who held the power in the conversation.

Sadar: ::sigh:: That... Does make sense. ::refers back to medical chart:: Well, first step to taking better care of yourself is to ensure that that eye lives up to standards, and the wandering behaviour is not standard. ::looks back:: Given the, uhh... Poor conduct I demonstrated on DS9, I would not hold it against you if you found it uncomfortable to have me correct the neural fitting of the eye to improve eye coordination, but it must be done.

 

Alyndra took another deep breath, this time in the form of a lengthy, relieved sigh. She was in every way relieved that the hostilities between the two had ceased, at least for the moment.

Syrex: Well, assuming you held your end of the bargain, I’m quite happy for you to

 

Sadar: Very well. Beyond that, we do have a general examination to conduct as well. Please, recline on the biobed.

Syrex: Yes, of course.

 

Alyndra put her feet fully onto the end of the biobed. Allowing her head to sink into it’s pillow.

 

Sadar: Response

 

Syrex: Actually, one moment please.

 

Alyndra lifted her head slightly, pushing her long blonde hair off from the end of the biobed, letting it trail off like a long golden waterfall.

 

Syrex: Sorry, if I’m going to have to stay still for a bit, I should be comfortable. Have you read the technical specifications of the implant?

 

Sadar: Response

 

Syrex: Right, well. Let’s go through this together. Step-by-step.

 

Alyndra manipulated her implant through her subdermal control unit on the side of her forehead. After a moment, the magnetic servos in the base of the implant kicked into gear, pushing the eye module out of her socket.

 

Picking it out gently, she put it to the side for the moment. However, after she’d finished making sure the eye module was secure, she got ready for a maneuverer she’d never before done. She pressed her middle and pointer fingers into the S-DCU, soon after, the module housing popped out. Extracting it was like removing a tube from inside a circular hole, similarly to the board game "Operation". At the rear base of the tube, lay synthetic fibres that fed into multiple organic nerves and blood vessels.

 

Sadar: Response

 

Syrex: I don’t need to tell you to be careful, do I? Pull that thing too hard, Im’ma need surgery again, forget the alignment.

 

Sadar: Response

 

TAG/TBC

Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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