Ensign Sairrek Syn - Out of the Frying Pod

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Jan 21, 2026, 10:53:08 PMJan 21

to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG

(( Inside Escape Pod 13, Forest's Edge, Callis I ))

In the 27 years of Syn's life leading up to this moment, they had the opportunity to crawl through jeffries tubes on plasma fire; pull the emergency warp reactor launch core tandem hatch; and even scrub the deuterium conduits of the makeshift station they once called home. They would have killed to be in any of those places right now, instead of bashing their fists bloody against the interior of an escape pod door. Before they could deeply ponder the series of unfortunate events which lead them to this predicament, the faint sounds of voices began to slip through cracks in the pod's hull where the alloy had crumpled. Relief washed over them.

oO A search party! Thank the makers, someone has finally come to help get me out of here! Oo

By the time the words came into focus enough that it could distinguish them, the voices were accompanied by the shuffling of very close foliage. Suddenly, there was a tribble in their throat. Maybe the approaching sounds weren't friendly. Cracks in the hull began to disappear as the incoming group surrounded the pod. Syn's heart pounded through their chest.

MacKenzie: On three. One, two, three!

The door of the pod groaned on its battered hinges, releasing the trapped Suliban into the waiting hands of... A Starfleet officer! Their mysterious savior offered her hand to help Syn up, which they took with the frantic jitter of someone who was very disoriented.

(( Forest’s Edge, Callis I ))

MacKenzie: Who are you?

Syn's Starfleet training drew their eyes immediately to the pips on their savior's collar. The underlined four pips of a fleet captain all but gleamed 'duty and honor' even in the dim light of the forest. They shot to attention.

Syn: ::In a practiced, metered cadence; saluting:: Ensign Sairrek Syn, Engineering, at your service captain.

As their sore hand returned to their side, the captain gave them a nod of acknowledgement.

MacKenzie: I'm Captain MacKenzie; ::gesturing:: Lieutenants Storm, Brexis, Cole.

Cole: Cole. Security. ::beat, gently:: You look like you took the landing about as well as the pod did.

Brexis: Brexis. Strategic Operations.

Storm: Response

As each officer introduced themselves, Syn turned to them and mirrored the captain's nod briskly.

Syn: ::giving themselves a quick shakedown:: I don't think I have any major injuries to report, though if you're here to say you have a dermal regenerator or transport back to a working sickbay, I wouldn't complain, sirs.

MacKenzie: Unfortunately none of the technology works here, but we've managed to find refuge nearby. You'll want to grab the rations from the pod. ::pointing forward:: We were just about to explore the forest. Have you heard of any loud creatures out here?

Each instruction the Captain gave was acted on the moment it was issued. They knelt next to the pod, reaching in and extracting the emergency supply capsules which contained the rations Syn had grown to love.

Syn: ::speaking over their shoulder as they work:: I have heard many loud noises since I crash-landed here. Unfortunately, I couldn't easily tell what was wind and what was... not a Starfleet search party- Agh!

They flinched, letting out a sharp groan as they retrieved their already bruising hand from the pod. Their hands were empty, and a trickle of blood ran down the ulnar surface of their palm where a shard of the body had collapsed, leaving razor-sharp metal shrapnel.

Cole: ::to MacKenzie:: Sir, we should probably salvage what supplies we can from the pod. If this one held together better, there’s a chance non-electronic supplies made it through, rations, thermal blankets, maybe even emergency tools.

Brexis: Do you want me to look? Don’t hurt yourself any worse.

Storm/MacKenzie: Response

The security officer crouched at the threshold of the pod opposite Syn, though her attention seemed divided.

Cole: ::calling back over her shoulder:: I’ll do a quick sweep. No heroics, just inventory and hazards.

Cole's gaze met Syn's before she continued steadily.

Cole: You don’t have to help if you’re hurt. But if you’re able, two sets of hands will make this faster.

Brexis: I’ll just hold the torch so you can see.

Syn: ::smiling reassuredly, waving the more damaged hand in dismissal:: I appreciate it, but I'll be okay. ::lowering their voice to avoid embarrassing themselves too much:: I just need to pay a little more attention to where I'm looking.

Storm/MacKenzie: Response

Combined, the two were able to extract all salvageable supplies from the pod in just a few ticks. Food, blankets, a handful of assorted chem-lights, some medical supplies; all things Syn was glad to contribute to the group given the circumstances. Cole put the supplies in a stack, then straightened up.

Cole: :: up towards the opening to the group:: This should buy us time. Which feels like a luxury.

The other officer turned about-face.

Cole: ::to Syn:: You’re safe with us. We’ll figure out the rest together.

Syn nodded, smiling with the reassurance the words fostered in them.

Brexis: She’s right. We’ve survived this long. So we must be doing something right.

Syn: ::anxiety draining from their voice:: Can't argue with that. Just let me know where you need me and I'll be there.