Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Suited and Booted (From the ship)
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((Sickbay Complex, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
Syrex: Don’t worry, I also have a minor in Helm/Nav, so I know all of
this. I’ll admit, this’ll be my first flight assessment thingy-ma-bob though.
Strangely, the Lieutenant looked away from her,
browsing the panels around him as Alyndra gathered her instruments. She looked
back at the flight suit, realising a horrible truth.
Syrex: You’d better not be thinking of making me wear that thing?
Bergmen: Ma’am? Uh, yes? I’m sorry, doctor. It’s for your safety while the inertial compensator will be offline during the test.
Alyndra cringed, shaking her finger at him.
Syrex: No, no, no, no… I shall not be wearing that. I have… a medical condition!
oO Not looking stupid syndrome Oo
Bergmen: Ah, I didn’t… ::bite his lips:: I guess… a ship replicator? Yea, it will probably find something more… fitting to your… a medical condition.
Alyndra smiled at him, walking over to the nearest replicator.
Syrex: Computer, one proper flight-suit, suited to the specifications of Alyndra Syrex. Oh, and make it pink please…
The computer interpreted the request. Shimmering into view a much less heavy-flight suit in the same design as her scrubs on the Ronin appeared. Pink, with cartoon elephants branded where the division colour usually went, a solid blue line underneath replacing the usual trim separating her colour from the rest of the uniform.
Syrex: Ah, yes. Much better. Now please, let’s go to the shuttle, I’ll pop this on when we get there.
Bergmen: I… yes, ma’am. Follow me.
(( Type-17 Argo Transport “Atlas”, Main
Shuttlebay, Deck 11, USS Artemis-A ))
Despite the lieutenant’s apparent ability to spark a conversation from nothing, the walk and turbolift ride from sickbay had been near silence. The rustling of Bergmens flight suit along with the click of Alyndra’s boot had harmonised with the low frequency hum of the Artemis’s engines as she laid in orbit.
Strolling through the sliding shuttlebay doors, and up the ramp of the shuttle Bergmen had acquisitioned for them both Alyndra was hit with a force of sterile air. Of course, the shuttlebay had a priority of keeping itself pressurised. Despite the Artemis’s record of air locking the difficult ensigns, which had only happened once to her knowledge. The air was noticeably different from the air in sickbay. Where sickbay had a slight undertone of chemicals and oddly enough, latex. The shuttlebay left an aftertaste of metal and toast in her lungs.
Bergmen was slightly ahead of Alyndra, pressing a few buttons on his console. Lights progressively lit up around the cockpit in sequence. Strapping himself in, Alyndra held back, removing her jacket and stowing it neatly onto one of the shuttles spare seats as she stepped into her own flight suit.
Thankfully, just as Alyndra had finished preparing herself,
the lieutenant glanced back at her, smiling enthusiastically.
Bergmen: Ready to have some fun, Doctor?
Alyndra smiled back.
Syrex: Always
There were a few more things Alyndra needed to check before
they departed. She needed to make sure her tools were calibrated to the
shuttle. The Artemis’s tools had been nicely calibrated to her, but the Atlas wasn’t
a Luna Class Starship, far from it. It had its own specifications, gravitational
pulls and most importantly, the hull’s energy absorbance. For accurate results,
Alyndra needed to get this right. She needed appropriate re-calibrations.
In the meantime, Lt JG Bergmen had been in contact with the Artemis’s Flight
Controllers. Out of earshot for Alyndra, yet she could hear remnants of a
formed conversation.
Bergmen: Bucked up and comfortably seated, ma’am?
Syrex: I will be when I’m ready.
Bergmen: Aye, ma’am.
The lieutenant continued his conversation as Alyndra continued to calibrate her tools. The conversation idly passed her by, focusing on her work whilst sliding into the seat slightly behind Bergmen, strapping herself in. When she finished, she picked at the faux-leather flight suit on her knee. Right in the trunk of one of the elephants. Alyndra felt that, as a paediatrician it was important for her to look approachable, especially to young children, a bright-pink flight suit with equally adorable elephants stitched onto it was certainly a way of doing-so. Unfortunately, as she’d learned on the Ronin, there was such as thing as being too approachable. She wondered if she needed to put a notice in the Artemis’s sickbay saying she wasn’t available in the evenings too.
The shuttle shuddered, as the antigravity plating of the shuttles hull pushed against the Artemis herself, the spacecraft rose into the air, ready to shoot out into space.
Sequentially, an alarm in the shuttlebay blared, the
forcefield shooting up in front of them. After, the space doors began to slowly
creep upwards into the hull, revealing the darkness of space behind their giant
metal curtain.
AFC: =/\= Atlas 1-71 Heavy, immediate space is clean of traffic. Cleared
for immediate take-off. =/\=
Bergmen: =/\= Cleared for immediate take-off, Atlas 1-71 Heavy. =/\=
Lieutenant Bergmen turned to her. She stopped picking at
her suit and returned the smiling gaze.
Bergmen: Let’s go doctor!
Before Alyndra was able to respond, the shuttle leapt
forward out through the doors and into the void of space. Alyndra started a continuous
scan of Lieutenant Bergmen using her medical tricorder. With the intent of recording
his physiological state throughout the flight for analysis later. Looking down
at her PADD all looked fine for the time being, however, there were some oral
questions she needed answering.
Syrex: Ok, nicely done Lieutenant. Now please continue on this heading
as indicated in your flight plan whilst I ask you a few questions, to make sure
we have the basics covered.
Bergmen: Response
Syrex: All right. Please state your name, rank, species and age for the record.
Bergmen: Response
Alyndra checked the boxes on her PADD, everything aligned with his medical record.
Syrex: Is there anything that’s happened to you in the last twelve months that you have failed to report?
Bergmen: Response
Alyndra felt a little apprehension from the Gideon
Syrex: It’s important to note that this isn’t to trick you or catch you out. This is simply to make sure you are fit and healthy for solo flight. It doesn’t have to be anything major you’ve missed; it can be something small that perhaps you forgot to mention?
Bergmen: Response
TAG/TBC
OOC: Omitted a lot of Bergmen/AFC dialogue as there weren’t many tags for Alyndra and she would have been out of earshot.
Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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