Lieutenant Alyndra Syrex - A New Day (Part 1)

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Sickbay, Deck 18, USS Blackwell))

 

The noise of monitors drained out the last of Alyndra’s drowsiness as her eye slowly opened.

 

She couldn’t move. At least not easily. Every might of physical strength she had could still only barely move her little finger. She knew she was in a sickbay, but it didn’t look like the Ronin. None of the staff in her field of vision were people she recognised.

 

The last thing she could remember was collapsing on the Luster, which was in the shuttlebay of the Compass Rose…

 

The Compass Rose!

 

Alyndra tried to speak, but only gasps escaped her lips. One of the doctors came over to her, smiling.

 

???: Lieutenant Syrex, you’ve had a nasty fall.

 

oO Yup Oo

 

She tried to speak, but groans still only came from her mouth.

 

Mitchell: I’m Dr Mitchell, I’ve been looking after you for the past few days.

 

Alyndra nearly fainted again there and then. She’d been asleep for days? Of course she had, why would they lie to her? Of all things, why would they lie about that?

 

Syrex: Wh… y… Am I… Here? Th-e… Ship…

 

Michell smiled at her.

 

Mitchell: You’re on the Olympic Class USS Blackwell. We’re in Orbit around Endicroinmas V. Same as your ship, ::checks a chart at the foot of Alyndra’s bed:: The USS Ronin. It says here that your captain has been informed that we have you.

 

Alyndra relaxed a little. At least they knew where she was.

 

Mitchell: The Compass Rose is being swept. There were survivors, no doubt thanks to you.

 

oO Pretty sure I killed more people than I saved Oo

 

Mitchell: I don’t think that’s true.

 

Alyndra looked at the doctor again, shocked. Seeing his dark black eyes, it all made sense.

 

oO Ah, Betazoid Oo

 

The doctor squeezed her hand.

 

Mitchell: Just think, Lieutenant.

 

oO Why can’t I move? Oo

 

The doctor looked uneasy.

 

Mitchell: You have an Isoboramine deficiency. Near fatal might I add. It’s a good thing that we got here when we did.

 

oO Oh… Oo

 

Mitchell: How’s your symbiont?

 

oO I don’t have one Oo

 

The doctor looked shocked.

 

Mitchell: Then why is your body tuned to need Isoboramine?

 

Alyndra nearly snorted at that.

 

oO Look up Alyndra’s Disease Oo

 

The doctor nodded as he stepped away from Alyndra’s bed.

 

She rested her head against her pillow again, as she slowly drifted back to sleep.

 

No TAGs / TBC in Part 2

Lieutenant Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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