Lieutenant JG Sierin Ikaixar - Cool Eyed Betazoid
Ryan Fender
((Transporter Room 2, Deck 7 — USS Artemis-A))
One would think after the academy she would learn to live off of more than coffee for breakfast, but today was not a day for Sierin to learn from her mistakes. More and more these days, it was becoming ever more the dutiful companion. She could already hear the scolding voices, the sound of a wizened old woman intoning in lecture, reminding her ‘she wouldn’t be so tired if she didn’t skip breakfast’. The voices prattled like marbles in her mind bouncing in ricocheted thoughts that mumbled in the distant corners of her head. Sierin desperately clawed for the quiet edges of her mind, trying her best to focus on the task at hand. Getting herself ready so quickly had never come easily, however.
Practically running to the transporter room, the medkit at her side had bounced with her jog vigorously enough to leave a gnarly bruise. As the doors to the transporter room parted, she fought to mask her ragged breaths on arrival. Her throat felt like it was made from sandpaper and despite all the practice she had keeping a smooth expression, the telltale twitch to her eye refused to hide it.
Sierin made a mental checklist, as she stood ready on the transporter pad, as she grazed a hand against the holstered phaser. The willowy Betazoid began to pluck at stray hairs as she gave the order to energize, running a smoothing hand against waves of auburn hair.
Ikaixar: Energize, Petty Officer
Sharing a brief glance to the Proxcinian before her, Sierin’s vision was a mist of blue haze. Everything beyond that faded to nothing, shifting, flickering, and suddenly it was dark. As shadows filled the emptiness before her, something about it made Sierin’s hackles rise, feeling her consciousness drift, feeling that sense of life itself from telepathy suddenly vanish as if it were never there. It was a hollow feeling.
((Underground facility, Kurtûl III)) .
The first thing Sierin noticed was how cold it was. As the blue static cleared, her eyes saw nothing but blackness and brisk chills seemed to slash at the woman’s bones. The details of the mission brief weren’t easy to recall, but there seemed to be a very pressing need to be ready for radiation poisoning. As her feet pressed against solid ground again and she took in the faces that appeared before her. Without looking and without even noticing, Sierin moved her hands to pluck at her sleeve, smoothing wrinkles from her uniform, desperately trying to hide the nervous tremor in her arms.
Jovenan: Doctor? Have you received the mission specifications?
Storm: Doctor.
Sierin nodded to each, maintaining a mask of calm, she locked eyes with the gold-shouldered officer before her. Curiously, a familiar static rippled between the two, she knew another telepath when she felt it. Somehow both concerned and relieved, she nodded.
oO Comforting. Oo
Breys: Response?
Ikaixar: At your service, Commander. I’ve been briefed, and I’ve been informed to inoculate you all. Is there anything they didn’t cover?
Sierin wasted no time digging into her medkit. With two more vials in one hand, it was a rapidfire depressing of hypospray dosages between reloading the device.
Jovenan: We observed the, um, local fauna having suffered what might be the effect of the thalaron generator’s radiation. We’re just about to move towards the generator’s likely location, so we might suffer exposure or direct attacks by the enemy. ::friendly smile:: Sorry for the haste, but we should get going.
With less than a word, the rifle toting officer continued onwards and Sierin took the signal to snap her medkit shut. Drawing her phaser, she followed.
Storm: We’re not that far.
The delay in thought finally struck the Betazoid and she found herself setting her jaw. Thalaron radiation. And she picked today of all days to skip a meal. Well, she supposed the early vomiting symptoms won’t be as messy. The ecological damage that was caused by thalaron could massively destabilize a planet, if it didn’t eradicate the local wildlife first.
Ikaixar: How far has the radiation spread from this facility?
Breys: Response
A junction sat before them, the louder members of their party found their footsteps seemingly devoured by the porous concrete. She dared not lift the light to the ceiling, but as it stood, it was a daunting abyss above that seemed to feast on any light that dared touch it. The group slowed as Storm abruptly turned around
Storm: Duck!
Plasma hissed through the air leaving a trail acrid burning. Sierin froze for but a moment, feeling the heat of it barely miss Jovenan.
She ducked for cover, following the lead, still pointing her weapon at the ground.
Ikaixar: Commander— were you burnt?
Breys/Jovenan: Response
Storm: Get around the corner. They are down that hallway
Ikaixar: How many?
Breys/Jovenan: Response
Another set of bursts soared down the corridor, and a distant thud struck the concrete.
Storm: There are two more. I’ll try to hold them off.
As another barely skimmed Breys, Storm moved again out of cover to fire another burst.
Taking a steadying breath, Sierin followed suit. Moving behind Storm, Sierin sought cover in the girder at the opposite side of the corridor. She fired her own volley, covering herself as she broke into a hastened sprint. Striking the girder nearby, flares of sparks struck and showered the concrete, leaving it a dull, glowing red.
Breys/Jovenan: Response
Ikaixar: We can’t afford to let them waste our time.
As she motioned to step out to fire once again, and a blast whizzed by where her head would have been.
Breys/Jovenan/Storm: Response?
Ikaixar: Are we certain they won’t call for help?
Breys/Jovenan/Storm: Response?
Ikaixar: I’ll give cover.
As another volley was exchanged from both sides, the concrete had grown pitted with char and shattered chunks. A noticeable heat began to rise from inside the corridor, and Sierin could feel sweat beginning to bead. Sierin pressed her back firmly against the girder, hearing her medkit grinding on metal, she slid downwards as she blind fired a volley from cover. Perhaps she was lucky, perhaps someone else was simply a better shot, but another body struck the floor.
Tag/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Sierin Ikaixar
Medical Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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