Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Kobayashi Maru
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((Captains Ready Room, Deck 1, USS Artemis-A))
MacKenzie: And would you say that you’ve
completed an appropriate amount of counselling after the loss of your eye?
Syrex: No, not at all.
MacKenzie: Response
Syrex: I have talked to a Ronin counsellor oO Informally Oo about it. But this is something I’m going to have to get used to having for the rest of my life. Would any amount of counselling ever really take the pain I experienced away? I’m not so certain. …and for a matter of fact a working holiday could be a very nice way of distracting myself, because if I slow down and stop what I’m doing I actually have to think about losing my eye, and… It’s a heavy process. It is! So, if I choose to work during my personal time, as far as I’m concerned, that’s my business.
Alyndra took a deep exhale, her breath shuddering like a stalling engine. In a strange way what she felt most strongly in that moment was relief. In many ways, which was the first time she’d been honest about it. Stopping to think about it was an obstacle she’d yet to deal with. She was running and for the first time, she truly realised that.
MacKenzie: You’re right, no amount of counseling will fix it, but it will help you to work through it so you don’t find yourself on the verge of yelling at a flag officer. (beat) As for whether or not you choose to work during your personal time, you’re right – it’s not my business, except for the fact that you’re on my ship and that makes it my business.
Alyndra calmed herself, exhaling deeply through her mouth, her lips slightly pierced.
Syrex: I understand that your duty is to your ship. I respect that. But I promise you, whilst I’m here, I’ll seek whatever help you want me too. I will check your boxes, but I need to keep working too.
The Fleet Captain nodded towards Alyndra with an unsettlingly slow speed.
MacKenzie: Yes. You will.
Syrex: Can I tell you something? There was… another reason I chose the Artemis..
The captain opened her hands outwardly, gesturing to Alyndra that she could continue.
Syrex: It’s because of you. You run a nice ship, a tight ship. I’m not saying that Captain Niac doesn’t. I love the Ronin with all my heart, but I thought that maybe if I spent some time under your command, I’d go back home stronger. I’d be better. I wouldn’t be at risk of losing more body parts. I respect you, and I want to learn.
oO and Now I look like a stalker, well done Alyndra Oo
MacKenzie: I’m
so glad to hear you say that, Lieutenant. Follow me.
Syrex: Yes, Captain
As the fleet captain pushed her chair away from her desk, getting up and walking out of the room, Alyndra followed closely behind as they entered the adjacent turbolift.
(( Holodeck 2 – Deck 2, USS Artemis-A ))
The
turbolift ride was so short Alyndra wasn’t able to make conversation inside its
capsule. The pair arrived on Deck 2, near the holodeck doors, stepping out
Alyndra really wanted to inquire where they were going, what they were doing. She
felt a strong feeling that she was about to find out, as MacKenzie keyed in a
command, the doors sliding open. Alyndra was hurriedly gestured inside, the
black and gold tiling shading of the holodeck slightly overwhelming her senses,
at least visually.
MacKenzie: Well, Lieutenant, you said you wanted to learn – here we go.
Computer, load program MacKenzie-7-5-Gamma.
A bleep came from the arch, before it appeared to shimmer out of existence, itself along with the rest of the room shimmered into what looked like a devastating catastrophe. Smoke, fire and ash filled the sky. On the ground, seared and wounded people of all ages. They were stuck, frozen in time, the sheer terror sealed on their faces. The ground itself appeared unstable, cracks seeping throughout every corner. If time moved forward, Alyndra was certain that members of the planet’s population would fall inside, become trapped and eventually fossilised.
Over a
mount, there was a clear rescue effort, limited, but clearly a triage camp.
Alyndra couldn’t help but wonder why MacKenzie would want to show her all of
this.
MacKenzie: This is Meranuge IV. Their planet has just suffered a
catastrophic impact by a meteor, resulting in the death and displacement of
tens of thousands of people. The crew of the Artemis had been
sent here on our first mission together to render aid and help these people
with humanitarian assistance. This program, however, occurs in the immediate
aftermath of the impact before the Artemis arrived. There will
be mass chaos. Those who survived had injuries ranging from bumps and scrapes
to the loss of entire limbs, massive internal injuries, and cerebral trauma.
Your job is to save as many of them as you can. ::smiling:: And I will be your
assistant.
Syrex: my- my assistant?
MacKenzie: Yes – assistant! Computer, begin program.
The deafening screaming begun to rip through Alyndra’s ears. The sound of distant explosions from what she could only assume to be asteroid debris that had broken off in the atmosphere finally colluding with the planet. Bringing with it more screaming, but also a deafening silence from the area of impact.
Before realising it, Alyndra had grabbed Mackenzies arm and bolted towards the triage area. Despite having a skilled surgeon with her, along with her own medical expertise, there was no way they could save anyone on their own. Well.. they could. But these people were panicking, the moment they saw someone receiving medical attention they’d all clammer in with disregard for what anyone else was experiencing, for either their own sake, or as Alyndra knew extremely well, their children’s.
Having someone
else, a team to access each person and help if they could be vital to the task
of saving as many people as she could. But Alyndra couldn’t help noticing the
similarities between this test MacKenzie had set for her, and the infamous Kobayashi
Maru Exam.
Entering the battered, beaten medical tent with MacKenzie at her
side, she couldn’t see a single doctor or nurse in sight. Just civilians with
any experience they had pulling together. They looked worse for wear
themselves, but the spirit of co-operation lived within them. To Alyndra, it shook
a sense of pride into her. That the values of the federation amongst disaster
may still exist, even in a non-member species. She knew little about
the Da’al aside from their tall stance and their greyish skin. But Alyndra knew
that in any society, anywhere, that there are always good Samaritans willing to
help each other.
Civilian:
::Raspy:: Doctor?
Syrex: ::Quickly:: Yes, we’re both doctors, I’m Doctor Syrex, this
is my assistant Doctor MacKenzie. This is a triage centre, yes?
MacKenzie: Response
Civilian: Yes, most of us are volunteers. Not much training between us. But we have hands. We have many hands.
Syrex: Excellent, that’s what we need. Ok, ::Shouts:: People! I need you to gather around, quickly!
MacKenzie: Response
Civilians of all ages and clear ability gathered around the pair in a semi-circle.
Syrex: Alright, you, you, you, you and you! You’re my recon team. I need you to go out there and make sure people know we’re here. Your own injuries are fairly acute. You’ll make it. There are cracks in the ground as I’m sure you’ve noticed, you need to check them all, make sure NOBODY is stuck in there! Particularly children!
Several Civilians nodded heading out into the ash-covered world.
Syrex: The rest of you! You’re our in-house triage team, scrapes and bruises are secondary to major injuries, EXCEPT for head injuries. They always need to be checked by one of us! Understood?
A murmur spread through the remainder of the crowd.
Syrex: UNDERSTOOD? Lives are at stake here people. Your friends, your family. They are counting on us, all of us.
MacKenzie: Response
Civilians: Understood, doctors.
Just as the civilians begun to dissipate and Alyndra turned to see what, if any medical supplies the crowd had been able to gather in such a short amount of time. When suddenly, a man, holding a young girl in his arms, near lifeless darted into their proximity.
Man: Help! Please! My daughter! Out there! They said-
Syrex: We’re here to help! Bring her here now!
MacKenzie: Response
TAG/TBC
OOC: Feel free to use any of the civilians, they’re general NPCs. Just no curveballs lol! Ok… maybe a few curveballs 😉
Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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