Ensign T’Fearne - A Steady Hand
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((Training Holosuite, Security Complex, Deck 11, USS Ronin))
She unloaded the pulse at the enemy, hot blue energy streaking across space to sink into her target. Her score and analytics are shown on a screen projected on the wall. This round was better, but still not much improvement from her best academy scores. After the Lattice Alliance battle on DS33, she wanted to hone her rifle skills more.
oO Maybe I could ask Rork or Breeze to give me pointers. Oo
She reset the program's target zones and stepped back to fire again but was halted by a comm message.
Syrex: =/\= Syrex to T’Fearne =/\=
T’Fearne: =/\= Go ahead =/\=
Syrex: =/\= Sorry to bother you roomie, can you meet me in the Xenobiology lab in 10 minutes? =/\=
T’Fearne::: Glancing at the chrono display atop her shooting analytics:: =/\= Xenobiology lab? Acknowledged, my shift is about to end. I can be there momentarily. =/\=
Syrex: =/\= Thanks, I’ll meet you there! =/\=
She closed the program, leaving the training suite for the next person and hopped in the turbo-lift.
T’Fearne: Xenobiology lab.
The computer chirped an acknowledgement and sped along Deck 11, up a level to Deck 10, then down to 11 again, twisting its way through the main hull of the Ronin to eventually deposit her back to Deck 10, but now on the other side of the ship and two corridors away from Xenobiology, where the scientists worked their craft.
As she rounded the last corner, she saw Alyndra clearly heading in the same direction. A mysterious package clasped in the Trill’s hands.
T’Fearne: Nice timing.
Syrex: Response
The Vulcazoid immediately noticed a difference in the Trill's empathic aura. In her experience, Alyndra’s emotions were usually complex and combined, sometimes switching too quickly for her poor paracortex to keep up. On this stardate, there was a higher level of excitement than usual, but also anxiety.
T’Fearne: What’s happening in Xenobiology that has you so… excited? And what do you have there?
She gestured to the box.
Syrex: Response
T’Fearne: Fine, friend, keep your secrets till we get there then.
They stepped to the doors of the Xenobiology Lab, and Alyndra triggered them to open and started to step through. From T’Fearne’s position right behind her the angle didn't look good, with the edge of the door on her roommate's blind side, it seemed like her head would pass very close to the frame. The security officer’s hand darted forward and braced against the hard metal at the Trill’s head height, creating a bumper if Syrex swayed too close. A moment from over a week ago flashed through her mind.
((Flashback—Return shuttle ride after the B’Hala Rescue Mission))
((The Sojourn, Volga-class Runabout Assigned to USS Ronin))
T’Fearne sat at the tactical station of the Sojourn’s cockpit as they took off, the pilot, a competent-looking petty officer assigned to transport a shuttle of the Starfleet officer back to DS9.
With the helm well in hand and other officers in the cockpit, T’Fearne chose to step back through the shuttle, her shoulder ached fiercely, otherwise, she would have asked to pilot herself. She walked back through the shuttle, past the armoury, and poked her head into the crew modules to see various people resting, cleaning equipment or chatting.
Sitting on the bottom bunk with her back to the door in the last crew cabin, she found Alyndra. T’Fearne hadn’t known her roommate was aboard this transport, so she slipped into the room, closed the door behind her, and rested her tired back against the solid metal. She was just thinking that Alyndra was a sight for sore eyes and then winced at the tactless phrasing.
She didn’t say anything at first as the Trill doctor was busily doing something with medical equipment, the soft electronic sounds a counterpoint to the shuttle systems humming quietly in the background.
T’Fearne::: Softly:: Hey Aly. How are you?
Syrex: Response
She just sank onto the bunk, sitting with her back gently pressed to Alyndra’s back. She wasn't sure, but if there were an issue of not wanting anyone to see, then she wouldn’t look, but she also wouldn’t leave her friend alone at this moment.
T’Fearne: Oh, that good? Do you want a hand? I’m not a very good medic, but I have a steady hand. Or I can remain silent and just be here with you.
Syrex: Response
[Tag, You’re It! / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14