Ensign T'Reyna - Shards they will Fall

[Connor]

((Distribution Station, Biodome 2B, Miri IVa))


Fever. To boil the body alive in order to kill the harmful invading forces within. Yet in doing so, potentially killing the very sentient life the body anchors. Evolutionary advantages had flaws in their creation.

Willow: T’Reyna? Are you sure you’re alright?

Gogi watched the Ensign closely. He just needed her to hold out a little while longer.

Myran looked back at T’Reyna and then to Ressur.  

Myran: ::To Ressur:: Maybe you should be caring for the Ensign?

That Adjunct. She was shot and would still give her medic the order to continue helping her instead, despite one wound being far different to the other.

Fairhug: If you would rather sit this one out…

T'Reyna: I am…Fine…Let us freeze these plants…

Willow: Good. Let us know if you start feeling worse.

Fairhig: Yes, please do.

The Deltan pursed her lips.

T'Reyna, too, hopes she is a correct assessment. Her mind has been restored, temporarily, to sanity, this moment, with help of the injection. Yet her body still fights the toxins within and she has very few hours until her mind is returned to whom-knows what era of history.

That-- and she currently feels very emotional. Not ideal.

T’Reyna: The needs of the many...

A Vulcan mantra. Never a situation where that doesn't apply.

Willow: Now, while we wait for the necessary equipment to be manufactured, let’s consider protective equipment. We’ll be next to extreme fluctuating temperatures; hot and cold.

Myran:  Or perhaps we can have one team using the torch sticks and one team using the Frost-throwers?

T’Reyna: Unfortunately... we may only have.. one.. Frost-thrower. Their requirements would take... special attention to replicate in its complexity. 

A replicator can do anything. However, if the right parts aren't made up in the correct sequence, nor immediately contained in the correct seals, something as dangerous as a frost-throwing device would not operate correctly, or worse, malfunction.

Yet all Starfleet ships should have a good Frost-Thrower in their storage room or armoury. Its one of those niche weapons that people question when they see it on the inventory list. But without it, Captain Kirk might cry in his grave.

Fairhug: ::to Haukea:: I take it you have something in mind?

Willow: I suggest protective jackets, for hot and cold weather, and masks. Anything else?

Myran:  Axes in case the frost throwers don’t work?

T’Reyna: ...An axe would be... prudent a suggestion..

Give the mentally unstable Vulcan an axe. What could go wrong?


((Short timeskip))


They didn’t have to wait long for the equipment to be beamed down. A protective jacket each, as suggested by Lt. Willow, a frost-thrower, courtesy of Ensign T’Reyna and three torch sticks, on the recommendation of Adjunct Myran.

Donning his jacket, Gogi grabbed the frost-thrower and walked over to the Deltan.

Fairhug: Adjunct, I believe you should do the honours.

Myran gingerly slipped her arm into the protective jacket and took the frost-thrower from the Commander, with a short, but heartfelt nod.

Myran:  Thank you, Commander.

T'Reyna took a moment to watch the Adjunct with the heavy piece of equipment. It was a rudimentary system, at least. Aim and shoot. Pray and spray.

She felt relieved, in a poetic way, that the person most invested in stopping these plants, whose families it harms, gets to be the one to quell the horde of flora.

The Commander gave her and Haukea a ... torch. A stick.

She looked at it, pursing her lips.

So. Bait. Well, she was already infected. What else could they do to her?

She gave a worried glance to Haukea, though.

In one hand, she looked at the torch.

In her other hand, an axe.

It was one of those small one-handed axes people would use to cut through ice, or climb mountains. One hand, an axe, one hand, bait. This will work. Hopefully.

Fairhug: Okay, let’s see if this works.

Fairhug: We’ll give it a prolonged blast and draw the vines towards us, then stop and let Adjunct Myran hit them with the frost-thrower. Agreed?

Myran’s eyes finally showed a modicum of relief as that same feeling began to wash over her emotions.  Once again, she just nodded once, but this time there was a small smile that graced her lips.

T'Reyna: Ready, Commander.

Willow: ?

Fairhug: Okay, on three. One, two, three!

The three torch sticks lit up the otherwise darkened plaza and Gogi had to hold back a triumphant laugh as the vines almost seemed to turn towards them and begin creeping in their direction.

T'Reyna tilted her head slightly.

The slithering masses shammered towards them at an unusual swagger. T'Reyna looked to the Commander at his unusual emotional outburst of laughter. Usually, a Vulcan would find such displays as comically ironic, yet unrequired.

But in at this moment? 

The poison through her veins, causing her head to drench in fever, it caused her to find the situation funny. Watch these stupid plants! They are coming right towards them with a sliding grace, vines upon vines, roots sliding, moving straight toward their doom!

T'Reyna laughed aloud. It sounded quiet, reserved and yet.. happy. She shook her head, smirking pointed-ear to pointed-ear.

Fairhug: Stop!

With that, the torch sticks went out and he stepped back to allow Myran to take over.

Myran took the frost-thrower and while holding the trigger down, she slowly moved the end of the stick back and forth hitting the vines.  Not only did she see the vines stop moving forward, but again the frozen parts broke off and fell to the ground.

Very satisfying.

T'Reyna rushed forward following the ceasefire to test her axe. Sure enough, the bush of chaos, frozen solid, was easily chopped through, shattering to a thousand pieces. Perhaps the axe was needless after all, for such little effort was required, one could achieve the same result with a cardboard toilet tube.

Her ears picked up the sound of the Commander's comm badge as she moved back to safety away from the range of the ice-bringer.

Tito: =/\= Tito to Taybrim and Fairhug. We have good news. Doctors Wethern and Marsh manage to find a cure.

Fairhug: =/\= That is excellent news, Mister Tito. =/\=

Taybrim: =/\= ?

Tito: =/\= ? =/\=

Fairhug: =/\= We’re executing a plan to stop the spread of the vines in biodome 2B, but it’s going to be a slow process. If there’s a quicker way to bring this plant under control, I’d be glad to hear it. =/\=

Taybrim/Tito: =/\= ? =/\=

Fairhug: =/\= Aye, standing by. =/\=

Fairhug: I think it’s working. Shall we go again?

Myran: By all means.

T'Reyna: This efficiency is unmatched.

Willow: ?

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a large smile graced the Deltan’s face.  She attacked this assignment with as much ferocity as was in her.  Normally, in her line of work, it was more important to show restraint and being level headed, but this was one time she could attack her work with wrath.

T'Reyna smiled faintly, looking at the clear joy across Myran's face.

Smile...?

T'Reyna blinked, remembering she is a Vulcan.

Looking down at her hands, they were no longer shaking. She didn't even notice.

Weapon in hand. Enemies subdued, defeated. Was this all it took?

Her smile vanished as quickly as it came as concern grew in her mind.

She would have to ... book an appointment with a councillor after this.

Willow/Fairhug: ?

Myran:  It won’t be long before we’ve cleared this market space.

T'Reyna: How does the Frost-Thrower feel to use? Few have had the honour.

Willow/Fairhug: ?

Myran: ?

The Vulcan looked back to their duty, raising her torch high above her head in a statue-still stance before the order came to extinguish them again. 

Then followed the wave of frost.

To then follow the axe.

T'Reyna: Perhaps it is... the poison in my blood... Yet one must admit, this is... satisfying.

Willow/Myran/Fairhug: ?

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