Lt. JG T’Fearne - A Confusion of Former Roommates
Teayl Thorn
((Alyndra’s Quarters, Deck 04, USS Ronin, orbiting Endicronimas V))
T’Fearne slapped her palm against Alyndra’s door panel, breathing hard.
The computer chime seemed so slow to her.
She had just heard that T’anara, her ex-roommate and a Trill/Vulcan hybrid had some sort of medical complication, an ultimately fatal one, and her symbiote, Vylax, had needed a host, and Alyndra, her former-ex-roommate had somehow become the recipient.
T’Fearne had run through the corridor faster than was strictly safe.
T’Fearne: Alyndra! It’s T’Fearne, could I…could I please come in?
The doors parted, excruciatingly slowly.
She stepped inside at speed, boots skidding slightly on the deck as her eyes swept the dim room.
And there—Alyndra. Her friend Alyndra Syr…Vy…Vylax?
Alyndra: Response
T’Fearne crossed the distance in three strides and stopped just short, as if she were afraid of what touching might confirm.
T’Fearne: ::voice tight, barely steady:: They said T’Anara didn’t make it. They said you were joined with Vylax. Alyndra…are you…are you alright?
She swallowed hard.
oO Are you—YOU? Are you still my friend? Oo
Alyndra: Response
T’Fearne stared at her, a thousand emotions threatening to fracture her composure. She drew a slow breath, trying to breathe through her fear.
T’Fearne: You said yes to that? To carrying her—to carrying them…
Her voice broke despite herself. She had shared a bunk with Alyndra for most of a year. Her emotions, her dreams and her sleep talking had bled through T’Fearne’s subconscious at times.
She was terrified that she had lost her dearest friend in some amalgamation of ancient memories that included a roommate she couldn’t stand to be around, the hot-blood-wine drinking T’anara.
Alyndra: Response
[Tags / TBC]
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USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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