Lieutenant Jg. Ryden Sylvax - Stand Down!
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Feb 7, 2026, 9:14:38 AM (4 days ago) Feb 7
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((OOC: I hope that I am interpreting this memory loss correctly.
Please let me know if I am not))
((Quark’s, Promenade, StarBase 118))
Something was wrong.
Ryden felt it before he could articulate it... an abrupt dissonance,
like a rhythm breaking mid-measure. The Klingon threat was still
present, the bar still wrecked, but the people around him… shifted.
Nagazi turned toward them, posture uncertain, eyes unfocused in a way
Ryden didn’t like.
Nagazi: Sorry, Lieutenants. What is the situation here?
Ryden blinked, sharply. That’s not stress confusion, he noted. That’s absence.
Fazek’s gaze snapped toward the Grizzela, disbelief etched across his
face. His ears twitched violently as his mind leapt to conspiracy...
Ryden could practically hear the mental gymnastics as the Ferengi
latched onto old grudges and imagined enemies.
S’zurak stared at Nagazi, confusion rolling off him in waves.
S’zurak: What do you… mean?
Then the Gorn winced.
Ryden watched it happen in real time... muscles tightening, eyes
squeezing shut, then snapping open again as if S’zurak had surfaced
from deep water. His breathing hitched, balance subtly off.
That was enough.
Ryden stepped forward, voice calm but firm, slipping effortlessly into
Sickbay-command mode.
Sylvax: Lieutenant... don’t move. Both of you. I need you to focus on
me. Do you know where you are?
Fazek’s patience finally detonated.
Fazek: What is going on here?! ::his voice raising in fury:: I demand
to speak to an officer of competence!
Nagazi snarled faintly, the sound low but unmistakably threatening.
Ryden noted it clinically... defensive aggression, not directed,
poorly modulated.
Nagazi: What is your problem, Ferengi?
The Grizzela stepped forward, pointing accusingly.
Fazek: ::hissing:: My problem... is the irreparable damage this will
do on my business!
Ryden barely registered it.
S’zurak had moved again... too fast, too decisively for someone who
had just looked lost.
S’zurak: ::pointing to the Klingon:: He is not leaving.
Ryden’s heart rate spiked.
Sylvax: S’zurak... stand down. I need you to lower your weapon and let
me assess you before this escalates.
The Klingon chose that moment to roar and surge forward again.
Everything collapsed into chaos. Light flared. The Klingon dropped
mid-stride, body locking as he slammed into the deck. The Ferengi
shrieked.
Fazek: OPEN FIRE?! In MY BAR? ::he turned around towards the other
officers:: DO something about this!
Ryden spun toward Nagazi instantly.
Sylvax: Security, hold position. No additional force... this Klingon
is incapacitated, not neutralized.
Nagazi: ?
S'zurak didn’t lower the weapon. Instead, he crouched, clawed hand
pressing to the Klingon’s neck.
Fazek: I want you all out of my bar! Immediately! You CANNOT shoot my
customers like that!
Ryden raised his hands slightly, placating without yielding ground.
Sylvax: No one is being harmed further. Yelling will not improve
outcomes... for anyone.
Nagazi: ?
S’zurak straightened slowly, gaze unfocused again, as if Fazek’s voice
wasn’t even registering. He reached down and seized the Klingon by the
collar, hauling him across the floor. Glass crunched beneath his
weight.
Ryden took an instinctive step forward. S’zurak’s voice cut through
the noise, low and possessive.
S’zurak: No one touchesss him.
Ryden felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise.
That wasn’t restraint. That wasn’t procedure. The Gorn’s posture had
changed... shoulders hunched forward, stance widened, body angled
protectively over the fallen Klingon like a claim being staked rather
than a perimeter being held. His grip on the Klingon’s collar hadn’t
loosened. If anything, it had tightened.
Fazek: What, is he going to eat him now?!
Ryden stepped in immediately, voice steady, projecting calm he didn’t
fully feel.
Sylvax: Absolutely not. He’s relocating the detainee away from
civilians. That is all.
Even as he said it, Ryden watched S’zurak closely. The Gorn hadn’t
acknowledged him... hadn’t even looked at him. His attention remained
locked on the Klingon, unblinking, unyielding.
Nagazi: ?
The two remaining Klingons straightened, growls rumbling in their chests.
Klingon 1: What is he going to do! He has no right to detain him like this!
S’zurak: ?
Fazek: NO customer will be CONSUMED in my bar!! Do something about this!!
The Ferengi shoved Nagazi forward, directly into S’zurak’s space.
Ryden reacted instantly, stepping between them, one hand raised... not
in threat, but in command.
Sylvax: Stop. Everyone stop. Take a breath. No one is being harmed
right now, and no one needs to escalate this further.
Nagazi/S'zurak: ?
Fazek: After this, you will be banned from the house! All of you!
Ryden turned his attention to the Ferengi, deliberately keeping his
body angled so he remained in S’zurak’s peripheral vision.
Sylvax: You can file whatever complaints you like, Fazek. Right now,
I’m preventing further injury... to your patrons and my officers. I
suggest you let me do my job.
Nagazi/S'zurak: ?
Ryden’s gaze stayed on S’zurak.
Sylvax: S’zurak. Step back. That’s an order.
Ryden issued the order anyway. He no longer outranked S’zurak—not on
paper. But as Assistant Chief Medical Officer, medical authority still
counted for something. It had to. Lives were already teetering too
close to the edge for protocol to hesitate now.
Sylvax: You’re escalating this. I need you to release him. Now.
S'zurak: ?
Ryden made sure that S'zurak stayed in his view while he spoke to Nagazi.
Sylvax: Ensign Nagazi... look at me.
Nagazi:?
Sylvax: Help me get him clear. Medical transport posture only. No
restraints unless I say otherwise.
Nagazi: ?
Ryden shifted half a step closer to S’zurak, lowering his voice... not
challenging, but firm.
Sylvax: S’zurak. You’re not hunting. You’re assisting medical. Release
him and stand down.
Ryden looked at S’zurak... not just a colleague, not just a Gorn, but
his friend. The same officer he’d once challenged to an anti-grav boot
race along a maintenance corridor roof when they were both ensigns.
The one he’d trusted enough to hand over the Ensigns’ Club and the
ridiculous, beloved tradition of Ensign Bingo after his promotion to
lieutenant. Ryden held his gaze, clinging to the hope that
familiarity, history... him... might still reach S’zurak through
whatever had hold of him now.
S'zurak/Nagazi/Fazek:?
-----
Lieutenant JG Ryden Sylvax
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240109RK1
Please let me know if I am not))
((Quark’s, Promenade, StarBase 118))
Something was wrong.
Ryden felt it before he could articulate it... an abrupt dissonance,
like a rhythm breaking mid-measure. The Klingon threat was still
present, the bar still wrecked, but the people around him… shifted.
Nagazi turned toward them, posture uncertain, eyes unfocused in a way
Ryden didn’t like.
Nagazi: Sorry, Lieutenants. What is the situation here?
Ryden blinked, sharply. That’s not stress confusion, he noted. That’s absence.
Fazek’s gaze snapped toward the Grizzela, disbelief etched across his
face. His ears twitched violently as his mind leapt to conspiracy...
Ryden could practically hear the mental gymnastics as the Ferengi
latched onto old grudges and imagined enemies.
S’zurak stared at Nagazi, confusion rolling off him in waves.
S’zurak: What do you… mean?
Then the Gorn winced.
Ryden watched it happen in real time... muscles tightening, eyes
squeezing shut, then snapping open again as if S’zurak had surfaced
from deep water. His breathing hitched, balance subtly off.
That was enough.
Ryden stepped forward, voice calm but firm, slipping effortlessly into
Sickbay-command mode.
Sylvax: Lieutenant... don’t move. Both of you. I need you to focus on
me. Do you know where you are?
Fazek’s patience finally detonated.
Fazek: What is going on here?! ::his voice raising in fury:: I demand
to speak to an officer of competence!
Nagazi snarled faintly, the sound low but unmistakably threatening.
Ryden noted it clinically... defensive aggression, not directed,
poorly modulated.
Nagazi: What is your problem, Ferengi?
The Grizzela stepped forward, pointing accusingly.
Fazek: ::hissing:: My problem... is the irreparable damage this will
do on my business!
Ryden barely registered it.
S’zurak had moved again... too fast, too decisively for someone who
had just looked lost.
S’zurak: ::pointing to the Klingon:: He is not leaving.
Ryden’s heart rate spiked.
Sylvax: S’zurak... stand down. I need you to lower your weapon and let
me assess you before this escalates.
The Klingon chose that moment to roar and surge forward again.
Everything collapsed into chaos. Light flared. The Klingon dropped
mid-stride, body locking as he slammed into the deck. The Ferengi
shrieked.
Fazek: OPEN FIRE?! In MY BAR? ::he turned around towards the other
officers:: DO something about this!
Ryden spun toward Nagazi instantly.
Sylvax: Security, hold position. No additional force... this Klingon
is incapacitated, not neutralized.
Nagazi: ?
S'zurak didn’t lower the weapon. Instead, he crouched, clawed hand
pressing to the Klingon’s neck.
Fazek: I want you all out of my bar! Immediately! You CANNOT shoot my
customers like that!
Ryden raised his hands slightly, placating without yielding ground.
Sylvax: No one is being harmed further. Yelling will not improve
outcomes... for anyone.
Nagazi: ?
S’zurak straightened slowly, gaze unfocused again, as if Fazek’s voice
wasn’t even registering. He reached down and seized the Klingon by the
collar, hauling him across the floor. Glass crunched beneath his
weight.
Ryden took an instinctive step forward. S’zurak’s voice cut through
the noise, low and possessive.
S’zurak: No one touchesss him.
Ryden felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise.
That wasn’t restraint. That wasn’t procedure. The Gorn’s posture had
changed... shoulders hunched forward, stance widened, body angled
protectively over the fallen Klingon like a claim being staked rather
than a perimeter being held. His grip on the Klingon’s collar hadn’t
loosened. If anything, it had tightened.
Fazek: What, is he going to eat him now?!
Ryden stepped in immediately, voice steady, projecting calm he didn’t
fully feel.
Sylvax: Absolutely not. He’s relocating the detainee away from
civilians. That is all.
Even as he said it, Ryden watched S’zurak closely. The Gorn hadn’t
acknowledged him... hadn’t even looked at him. His attention remained
locked on the Klingon, unblinking, unyielding.
Nagazi: ?
The two remaining Klingons straightened, growls rumbling in their chests.
Klingon 1: What is he going to do! He has no right to detain him like this!
S’zurak: ?
Fazek: NO customer will be CONSUMED in my bar!! Do something about this!!
The Ferengi shoved Nagazi forward, directly into S’zurak’s space.
Ryden reacted instantly, stepping between them, one hand raised... not
in threat, but in command.
Sylvax: Stop. Everyone stop. Take a breath. No one is being harmed
right now, and no one needs to escalate this further.
Nagazi/S'zurak: ?
Fazek: After this, you will be banned from the house! All of you!
Ryden turned his attention to the Ferengi, deliberately keeping his
body angled so he remained in S’zurak’s peripheral vision.
Sylvax: You can file whatever complaints you like, Fazek. Right now,
I’m preventing further injury... to your patrons and my officers. I
suggest you let me do my job.
Nagazi/S'zurak: ?
Ryden’s gaze stayed on S’zurak.
Sylvax: S’zurak. Step back. That’s an order.
Ryden issued the order anyway. He no longer outranked S’zurak—not on
paper. But as Assistant Chief Medical Officer, medical authority still
counted for something. It had to. Lives were already teetering too
close to the edge for protocol to hesitate now.
Sylvax: You’re escalating this. I need you to release him. Now.
S'zurak: ?
Ryden made sure that S'zurak stayed in his view while he spoke to Nagazi.
Sylvax: Ensign Nagazi... look at me.
Nagazi:?
Sylvax: Help me get him clear. Medical transport posture only. No
restraints unless I say otherwise.
Nagazi: ?
Ryden shifted half a step closer to S’zurak, lowering his voice... not
challenging, but firm.
Sylvax: S’zurak. You’re not hunting. You’re assisting medical. Release
him and stand down.
Ryden looked at S’zurak... not just a colleague, not just a Gorn, but
his friend. The same officer he’d once challenged to an anti-grav boot
race along a maintenance corridor roof when they were both ensigns.
The one he’d trusted enough to hand over the Ensigns’ Club and the
ridiculous, beloved tradition of Ensign Bingo after his promotion to
lieutenant. Ryden held his gaze, clinging to the hope that
familiarity, history... him... might still reach S’zurak through
whatever had hold of him now.
S'zurak/Nagazi/Fazek:?
-----
Lieutenant JG Ryden Sylvax
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240109RK1
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