Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Shock Therapy
Alyndra Syrex
((Lavatory Module, Outer Concourse, Tether Terminal, Proxima Sigma IV))
((T-Minus 85 Hours, 53 Minutes to Impact.))
Syrex: We just need the rest of the pieces… I’ll get going on putting this part of the jigsaw together..
T’Fearne: :: knuckling her temple :: If you say so. One connection I do see is that there are six distinct and recent biological signatures, including the deceased in this room. There also appear to be five broken lockers and five uniforms of some kind missing. That could be a coincidence.
Alyndra nodded in agreement.
Syrex: Hmm, perhaps my eye could also use its infrared mode to look at ambient heat signatures? It can give us a screenshot of what everyone was doing when the incident occurred.
Carpenter: Yer both doin' phenomenal. Keep it up. And T'Fearne keep an eye on our Medic while she works. I'm gonna finish setting out our supplies and then check on how-
As Alyndra examined the recently deceased with her tricorder, the lights around her flickered before fully lighting up the area.
The sounds of bootsteps scraped against the dusty, derelict metal as Commander Carpenter crossed the room towards Ian.
O'Connor: Let there be light. I’m no Tuck but I think it’ll maintain for the time being. Commander, look I apologize for frustrating the hell out of you back there. I just didn’t have time to explain. I didn’t mean to undermine your command before. I’m sorry. I just want to help. ::He paused and gestured around.:: not that throwing literal light on the situation has cleared anything up with our current situation.
Carpenter: Thank you, Mister O'Connor. Though...eventually The Captain is going to call and I would like to be able to answer at least a few of his questions. Bodies...missing survivors...debris STILL falling from the Station? None of it makes any sense to me, I'll admit. Please holler if it ever does to you.
O'Connor: Commander, I don’t holler. I only get hollered at.
Carpenter: See now you are just pushin' it. Help me finish settin' up our "triage". I'm sure we're gonna need it sooner rather than later. Syrex and T'Fearne will let us know if they have somethin'...
O'Connor: You got it.
As the two more senior members of the team, besties and Junior Officers Alyndra and T’Fearne were left. Alyndra was finalising her diagnosis of death, as her roomie (well.. given Alyndra’s promotion, she supposed she’d be moved out of their little closet of a room) crouched down beside her.
T'Fearne: :: quietly :: With how he blasts through everything, I’m not surprised he gets yelled at frequently! :: indicating the deceased:: Did you find the cause of death?
Syrex: Yeah, I’m not too happy with him either. ::Clears throat:: Yes, I did. As it comes to no surprise, it was shock-physical shock. Given the integrity of this room, they weren’t hit by anything, at least not anything still here.
Alyndra stood up, putting her tricorder back into her bag and straightening out her uniform. Brushing off some of the debris dust, she turned to T’Fearne, who was still on the ground inspecting the body.
Syrex: My theory, the shockwave from the falling station burst through this building. Air pockets compressed and expanded at such a rate, much of this building was destroyed, despite us being a walk away from the primary crash site. The shockwave can break brick, and unfortunately for our friend here… ::Gulps:: Their vertebrae…
The Definite and Conclusive End of Act 1 For Alyndra Syrex
Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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