Ensign Alyndra Syrex - The Threads of Unity

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Timeskip - Medical Lab 1 - Sickbay Complex - Deck 7 - USS Excalibur-A))

 

Luxa and Alyndra had done little else than adjust the modulations, and consistency of the pool until the symbiont had come out of it’s laboured state. It now swam freely around the pool, larger and more free than it’s confinement on the station. 

 

Lorana: I think we can begin, doctor. Are both your patients ready? The rest of the Excalibur’s medical team are at battle stations so it will just be both of us and Crewman Vylax :: to Vylax :: Are you sure you are ready for this? We have no way of understanding how this symbiont may respond?

 

Vylax was wrapped in a plain robe, embellished with intricately woven receptors designed to facilitate the conduction of resonance modulation throughout her body. It reminded Alyndra of the robes that other joined Trill would wear in the caves of Mak’ala back on her homeworld.

 

Vylax: Yes, sir. 

 

Lt Lorana nodded again. Alyndra, wanting to have a concise understanding of the Crewman’s physiological state, continually scanned with her medical tricorder.

 

Syrex: All vital signs are nomin-

Nicholotti: =/\= To all Lattice Alliance ships and forces; you have picked the wrong day and the wrong people to bring this fight to. You have ten minutes to withdraw, or I will take care of that for you. Your time starts now. =/\=

Syrex: -al. Oh dear…

Lorana: Okay, I think that’s our sign to hurry this along!

Syrex: Agreed, I see no medical reason to delay.

 

As Vylax slowly descended into the swirling pool of the symbiont, Alyndra and Lt. Lorana flanked the joined Trill, providing stability to prevent any accidental slips or slides. On the other side of T’anara, Alyndra viewed a smile coming from the Caitian Science officer towards her. Alyndra smiled back, she wasn’t sure why this exchange occurred, but she was glad that it did.

Lorana: Okay Crewman. Try and get comfortable. 

Syrex: :: Toward’s Vylax:: We’ll be here if you need us.

 

Lt Lorana moved towards the terminal beside the pool. Alyndra continued scanning Crewman Vylax.

 

Lorana: I’ll control the modulator from here :: to Syrex :: You keep an eye on their vitals. Any sign of trouble, for any of them, then I’ll disconnect the frequency.  

Syrex: Aye, Lieutenant.

 

As Lt Lorana adjusted the frequency, Vylax’s face turned from the trademark Vulcan indifference to a more scrunched face. As a previous volunteer in the symbiosis commission, Alyndra recognised this face. The process was working. Alyndra used to think that the hosts were in discomfort during this stage, but she soon learned that this wasn’t always the case. In many instances, they were simply being slowly overwhelmed by other symbionts talking to them.

 

Lorana: Ensign?

Syrex: Vylax is fine, this reaction is normal. Isoboramine levels are increasing in the symbiont's nervous system, I believe we have found our sweet spot, Lieutenant. :: Towards Vylax:: Your Isoboramine levels are stable, crewman.

Vylax: I … I can feel … We’re connected, Lieutenant.

 

As the crewman said those words, she began to appear to struggle. Her head started to jerk slightly, her body shuddering in the pool.

 

Lorana: Can we speak to the symbiont?

 

Syrex: Almost…

 

Alyndra took Vylax’s hand, stroking it gently with her finger.

 

Syrex: Vylax, please listen to me.

 

Vylax looked towards Alyndra, their eyes locking.

 

Vylax: I am listening.

Lorana: Response

 

Syrex: This process may be hard for you, you are half-Vulcan. Your body is saying not to let your emotional state push through :: Sighs:: But you are also half-Trill. Symbiosis is a very.. emotional journey. You need to let your barriers down, just for a moment, I know that’ll be hard for you. If you aren’t comfortable with this, please speak now, we can find another way.

Lorana: Response

Vylax: I… I…

 

In an attempt to appeal to the emotional side of the Vulcanoid, Alyndra reached out verbally with some reassurance, which always helped her.

 

Syrex: The symbiont is stable, we’re watching you :: Continues stroking hand:: you’ll be alright.

Lorana: Response

Vylax: Ok, here I go…

 

Vylax's eyes slowly closed as the shuddering throughout her body subsided. Her tense expression softened, and a deep sigh escaped her lips moments later. Bright electrical pulses radiated from the pool, indicating a clear exchange occurring between the symbiont and the crewman.

 

Syrex: Isoboramine levels are high, Vylax, how do you feel?

Vylax: We are both fine.

Lorana: Response

 

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Ensign Alyndra Syrex

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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