Ensign Alyndra Syrex - The Trill: An Unexpected Visitor

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

 

Returning from her involvement in stellar cartography, Alyndra made her way back to sickbay, mentally preparing herself for the imminent influx of patients. She couldn't shake off the uncertainty of whether Beck had returned from his duties on the bridge as she stepped through the doors. Yet, as she glanced around the familiar surroundings, she found solace in the fact that at least one doctor was present in sickbay, in case Beck hadn't returned yet.

 

The reports that flooded in indicated scattered cases of minor headaches among the crew, hinting that the teams she had dispatched hadn't yet fully completed their rounds. In addition to the expected few seeking medical attention, there were several unfamiliar crew members with a variety of injuries including cuts, burns, and bruises. Although nothing appeared too severe now, Alyndra couldn't help but hope that the Ronin’s crew weren’t too experienced in handling emergencies.

 

Heading into Ward C, Alyndra saw a human ensign sitting on one of the beds, she approached them. Picking up a medical tricorder from a nearby bench. She felt a loose label on the backside, it was labelled “Replicated for the use of Dr Beck”, although since she wanted to use it for work, Alyndra didn’t think that the doctor would mind if she used it.

 

Syrex: Ensign?

 

James: Ensign :: Coughs :: James

 

Syrex: What brings you to Ward C James? This is for more serious injuries, by the looks of you, you don’t seem in too rough shape. What do you need?

 

James: I’m feeling a little liquid.

 

Syrex: Liquid? What do you mean by that?

 

Alyndra deftly flipped open the tricorder, its blue light casting an ethereal glow as it scanned the ensign's body for any unusual traces of liquid. Meanwhile, she maintains a steady conversation, observing the ensign's responses to gauge their level of consciousness and potential intoxication or radiation exposure.

James: Like I’ve been swimming, but without swimming.

 

Alyndra wasn’t entirely enthused about the usefulness of their answer, she decided to change the subject as they continued to search for anything wrong with the ensign that she could identify and treat.

 

Syrex: So, what is your current assignment on the Ronin?

 

James: I am not assigned to the Ronin…

 

Alyndra was slightly taken aback by his response, she continued the conversation with caution.

 

Syrex: So why are you here?

 

James: I was stationed aboard Deep Space 33, I have a hobby of boarding the docked starships to imagine what life on the frontier would be like, I just… Didn’t know that the Ronin was departing whilst I was onboard.

 

Syrex: Did you contact our security team to identify yourself as a stowaway?

 

Alyndra saw James' tone shift, they suddenly straightened their back, and loosened their arms, as if to become more defensive in their tone.

 

James: I was going to ::Beginning to grit their teeth:: but I didn’t want to get court-martialled over a simple misunderstanding.

 

As James began to grit his teeth, Alyndra couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or something more sinister. She wished that she was a Betazoid, then she’d know for sure. She pondered if she should call one, but the sencha-radiation would make their headache anyway, to use that ability too, would be quite painful.

 

Syrex: Accidental or not, I am sorry, but I do have to report this. If it was just a simple mistake you may only be reprimanded.

 

James's expression twisted into a sneer as Alyndra fumbled for her com-badge to call security about their suspicious tourist. Before she could make the call, James violently struck her across the head, sending both Alyndra and her equipment crashing to the floor.

 

James: ::Running out of the room:: I’m sorry, They have my family…

 

As he spoke, the words faded as he got further away from Alyndra. She sat up as fast as the could, simultaneously rubbing her head and pressing her com badge.

 

Syrex: =^= Ensign Syrex to the bridge, intruder Alert, Deck 10. =^=

 

Niac / Bridge Officers : =^= Response =^=

 

Winded, Alyndra attempted to describe the runaway ensign. Just as she began her sentence, the tricorder beeped to alert Alyndra.

 

Syrex: =^= Young, human, male, ::Catching breath:: Gold uniform, wait… no that’s not right. Sir, I am picking up two distinct lifeforms in a single entity, one human, one… changeling  =^=

 

As the words left Alyndras mouth, she couldn’t believe what she heard, why would there be a changeling here? Did this have something to do with the strange tactics employed by the Lattice Alliance?

 

Niac / Bridge Officers: =^= Response =^=

 

Tags/TBC 

 

Ensign Alyndra Syrex

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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