((Relaxation Field, Endicronimas V)
Alyndra’s Log – Supplemental:
The war between blue shirts has been long going. With gold and red shirts not officially declaring sides, today on behalf of the Medical Division, I have taken matters into my own hands.
End of log
The sun shone intensely onto the rosewood board, where the battle would take place. It was high noon, and Alyndra’s breath quivered. Just over the horizon of the bushes that divided the perimeter of the pool to the adjacent field, she saw her opponent. The field itself was littered with picnic benches. However, Alyndra did not sit at a regular picnic table. She sat at one of the specialist Tri-dimensional chess tables.
The faint glimmer of a grin floated across Alyndra’s face.
Syrex: I see you’ve come to lose.
Kel: Response
Alyndra laughed slightly.
Syrex: Humility was not one of the lessons I got at the academy. I’ve beaten many eight-year olds at chess. The only difference between you and them, is that we’re in a field, not a hospital.
Kel: Response
Alyndra stroked the edges of the table, inviting V’Len to sit down.
Syrex: So, black or white?
Kel: Response
TAG/TBC
OOC: You’ll be needing this 😉
https://youtu.be/IvERuXW2_I4?si=RYngy6QvdPzIayI3
Lieutenant Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
(Acting Chief) Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
R240107AS3