Acting Ensign T’anara Vylax - Secrets
Alyndra Syrex
((Shared Quarters, Deck 8, USS Ronin))
T’Fearne spread herself out on her bunk, whilst T’anara set herself down on the least destroyed part of the charred, stained fabric mess that laid as the room's cornucopia.
T’Fearne: So, where are you from, ne-lan? :: guessing :: Minshara?
Vylax: P’Jem. Yourself?
T’Fearne: Oh, I’m not familiar. I was born on Vulcan, but spent most of my life growing up on Betazed, actually, 6the coast of Hedeya.
T’anara nodded. Raising an eyebrow at her bunkmate.
Vylax: Intriguing.
T’anara got up, subtly sneering at the at the sofa she’d been sitting on, moving towards the room's replicator unit.
Vylax: Klingon Blood Wine, twenty degrees celsius, synthetic.
The unit dispensed the dark brown, slightly steaming liquid in a large metal cylinder, indents in the cup clearly meant for the fingers of a large Klingon, over a moderately sized Vulcan woman.
Vylax: So, are you a Hybrid?
T’Fearne: :: quickly composing her emotions and clearing her throat :: Um, Yes, half-betazoid. You can tell?
T’anara sipped at the bloodwine. Nodding in response to the young womans query.
Vylax: My apologies, did you want anything from this unit too?
T’Fearne: No, no, I’m fine. Thank you! :: Lifting her glass of cold water ::
Although the young lady had clearly indicated she did not want anything from the replicator, her body language told a different story. T’Fearne’s eyes darted around the room, but appeared to land on the replicator unit that T’anara had just used.
T’Fearne: You are perhaps not full Vulcan either, yourself? Your ear tips are less sharp than most!
Vylax: I find that journey of conclusion rather illogical, as ear “pointedness” is as variable as hair colour in our species. However, your final conclusion was accurate. I am half Trill on my paternal side.
T’Fearne: Ah, that is quite a coincidence, my last roommate, the ship's Doctor, was also Trill. So then, Vylax is the Simbiont?
T’Fearne demonstrated a slight smile.
T’anara continued to sip at her blood wine. It wasn’t something that most Vulcans could palette, or even dare to drink due to it’s odour and brutality. However one of Vylax’s past hosts, K’Orath gave her the instinct to try it, and like any other habit, it stuck.
Vylax: That is correct.
T’Fearne: You mentioned you’re a hali haseretsu? That translates roughly to... craft pharmacist, right?
Vylax: A crude translation at best, but not entirely inaccurate. My responsibility onboard is to ensure that the doctors all prescribe the appropriate medication and to monitor adverse effects, offering alternative treatments where possible.
T’Fearne: Ah, I see. :: glancing back to the sofa :: Did… uh… did you fold my laundry, while I was away? Or did Alyndra leave it that way?
She squinted slightly, uncertain whether to be grateful or alarmed at the personal overstep.
As T’Fearne squinted, T’anara relaxed her gaze.
Vylax: That was me. Alyndra must have vacated these quarters before I came onboard. I take it her eviction was recent?
T’Fearne: Response
T’anara nodded.
Vylax: I understand, the proximity you both shared multiplied by the time you were roommates must have given you both a unique understanding of one-another.
T’Fearne: Response
T’anara finished the last of her blood wine, discarding the metal container in the same replicator she’d obtained the drink from originally. Removing her teal medical jacket, placing it neatly on the blob of fabric she’d heard T’Fearne refer to as a “sofa”. Before delicately climbing into her bunk.
Vylax: Although us Vulcans do not often express emotions, I’m sure you are aware that we feel them. Should you wish to talk about Alyndra in the confidence of another Vulcan, my “less-than-pointed” ears are at your disposal.
T’Fearne: Response
Vylax: Please do.
T’anara laid back into her bunk, unknowingly giving off a sly smile, that she nor T’Fearne could ever have noticed.
T’Fearne: Response (Optional)
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Acting Ensign T’anara Vylax
Pharmacist
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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