Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Ready to hit the Town

[Alyndrasyrex]

((Alyndra’s Quarters, Compartment 38, Section 13, Deck 3, USS Artemis-A))

 

Tho’Bi: H-Hey ::Hides broken Padd behind his back:: I’m ensign engineering.  I’m from the Tho’Bi deck ::smiles and nods:: (beat) ::stops smiling looks confused::

 

Alyndra smiled at him with sympathy, he was clearly nervous and had slipped up his words.

 

Syrex: Hey, I’m Lieutenant Medical, from the Starship Syrex

 

Gnai: Lieutenant Gnai… Science…?

 

Whilst he clearly still looked nervous, he flicked through his PADD in a way that almost looked professional.

 

Tho’Bi: ::puts Padd back behind his back:: I’m here to check your gravity and temperature are okay ::nods:: (beat) in your quarters (beat) that you (beat) live in.

 

Syrex: Ah, thank you! That’s very kind. Yes, I would rather live in here than slowly die. It is a little cold now that you mention it? I wouldn’t mind a hint more argon in the air and a little less Nitrogen. But I can do without those adjustments if they’re too difficult to.. well.. get going.

 

Tho’Bi: Th-that’s no problem.

 

The Andorian Ensign shifted on his feet, turning to the environmental controls for Alyndra’s quarters. Flipping out his tricorder and running his fingertips over the interface, she felt glad that this ensign had become so efficient. Or maybe he was just anxious with not one, but two senior officers in the room with him.

 

Tho’Bi: ::looking up at the control pad:: Ambient temperature up by 9 Kelvin ::glances down at tricorder:: nitrogen argon balance ::looks back up at control pad:: adjusted to nitrogen 77.98 percent ::glances down at tricorder:: aaaand ::looks back up at control panel:: argon 1.03 percent.

 

Alyndra decided to leave him to it, turning back towards Gnai, who was further inside the room. However the young ensign spoke excitedly, snapping her attention back towards him.

 

Tho’Bi: Oh, wow! (beat) You’re Gal (beat) Galadoran!  (beat) ::looks down and to one side:: Oh ::looks back at Gnai:: That was rude (beat) sorry. (beat)(beat) ::starts speed-talking:: I grew up on Deep Space 3 and we saw some really cool people from outside The Federation, but they were all humanoid, and that gets a little blah, well you know ::gestures at Gnai:: (beat) well, maybe you don’t know? ::gestures at Gnai:: are humanoids more interesting for you? (beat)(beat)  ::looks down and to one side:: oh, I think that was rude again.  ::looks at Gnai:: Sorry.

 

 

Alyndra smiled at them both, as she sat back down onto her bed to face Gnai.

 

Syrex: Thanks again for agreeing to meet in here, I haven’t been on the ship long and I don’t know the vibe of the social spaces. I also have bones, which I’ve heard you find interesting.

 

Gnai: Oh, this supposes it does, a bit…? It’s a bit alien to consider, at least for Galadorans, having bones. ::gesturing with its tendrils and filaments:: If that wasn’t readily apparent.

 

Syrex: Hmm, yes. I do get that. Honestly I do think Starfleet needs to be more inclusive to the needs of different species. Including humanoids and non-humanoids. I’m forever reading about some poor Elaysian that’s gotten stuck somewhere because of the gravity.

 

Gnai: Oh this understands that worry all too well… ::beat:: But on the Artemis, this has found the accommodations to be acceptable. Better than acceptable, in some ways.

 

Alyndra smiled, looking back around to the ensign who was working on her room’s climate control panels.

 

Syrex: Actually, it’s why I’m glad you swung by Ensign. I’m glad you’re taking the needs of different species seriously.

 

Gnai: Yes, this agrees as well. It’s good to see.

 

The ensign turned a shade of darker blue, before nodding and smiling at the pair. Like a true showman, he turned towards the wall-mounted replicator.

 

Tho’Bi:  ::looking up at Syrex:: If (beat) ::his nerves returned:: erm (beat) special recipes or erm (beat) items you need replicating (beat) if you have the pattern codes on a padd ::gestures at his broken padd resting on the decking behind him:: I can upload that right now (beat) otherwise (beat) just let me know when you have them ::taps communicator badge:: and I’ll come and update them.

 

Ship’s Computer (from Tho’Bi’s comms badge):  Designation not recognized.  Please repeat.

 

The deep blue hue of the fresh-faced ensign continued to spread on his face.

 

Tho’Bi: Disregard designation ::taps communicator badge off and smiles sheepishly::  Sorry (beat) It’s only my first real day ::looks around the room:: it’s been a bit (beat) ::tilts head to one side:: complicated.

 

Syrex: Yeah.. I get it buddy, my first day was also… interesting.

 

Gnai: Oh, you’re new here as well? That makes sense… this hasn’t met you before.

 

Tho’Bi: Response

 

Gnai: As the most… experienced Artemisian here, perhaps when this recalibration is completed… this can show you both to some of the social spaces on the ship?

 

Syrex: Yeah, I’d love that! Back home, it took a while for me to get into the ship's social spaces, it would be nice to have a guide.

 

Tho’Bi/Gnai: Response

 

Syrex: Yeah, people don’t always realise that check-ups don’t need to end in a bar. I’m nice to them, but I’m their doctor. You know? It’s part of my job. Still, it helped me get into the atmosphere.

 

Tho’Bi/Gnai: Response

 

Syrex: Oh, for sure! Bars are certainly one thing, but I also really love karaoke! On the stage, the limelight on me. In a way, the audience isn’t there, it's just you and your microphone.

 

Tho’Bi/Gnai: Response

 

TAG/TBC

 

Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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