Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Having Good Taste is Important

[Alyndrasyrex]

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

 

Alyndra had just arrived on the USS Artemis. Not literally, she’d been there for.. about a day. Yet somehow she’d already felt like she was established, the captain certainly knew her after yesterday’s events, for better or for worse. She finally felt ready for one of the main reasons she was so excited to visit the Artemis in particular. She’d be able to wake-up Dr Sadar at her desk again…

 

She’d finally made her way to sickbay, receiving a message from Lt Vailani that one of her junior officers, an ensign possibly needed a medical evaluation and would be stopping by soon. She high tailed it. Dr Sleepy-head would have to wait for another day.

Bergmen: Doctor Syrex? Are you here?

 

Alyndra looked up, not really realising she’d made it to sickbay as the doors sloshed open. Some man in a bulky flight suit was already inside fiddling with his trousers calling her name.

 

oO Evinrude wouldn’t go that far… Surely… This is supposed to be my break from him and his manscaping… Oo

Syrex: Ensign Bergman?

 

The man spun around, another flightsuit clinging to him before he soon flung it onto a nearby biobed.


Bergmen: Lieutenant Bergmen, I’m here to pick you up for my environmental stress medical test? For my expiring Stress Flight Medical Certificate? I sent you a message on your computer yesterday if you remember.

Syrex: Oh, my apologies Lieutenant.. And pick me up? I’m not a child at the creche..

 

He seemed to take the comment as a joke. Wanting to start again and not start an argument, Alyndra shrugged the comment off as he gestured to one of the ugliest pieces of fabric she’d ever seen.

 

Syrex: I wasn’t onboard yesterday if I’m honest, so I’ve not checked yet. Although luckily your boss informed me of your appointment.. So, what have you got?

Bergmen: For the test, I reserved Argos, uh, Type-17 shuttle. With unrestricted atmospheric capability was more suitable than Type 11, if you don’t mind. But atmospheric means we need to wear these antics. Sorry, Lieutenant. Don’t forget your medical biosensors; Argos is more a hauler brick than a scientific miracle worker.

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?

 

Bergman: Response

 

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

 

Bergman: Response

 

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-flightsuit 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.

 

Bergman: Response

 

TAG/TBC

Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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