Lieutenant Alyndra Syrex - Greek Weather

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Poolside, Endicronimas V))

 

The Farm, felt like it was going to be a horrible place, but since being discharged from the Olympic-Class ship in Orbit. Alyndra knew the best way to ease herself back into life would be physical therapy. Not to be confused with the weaving of baskets found in occupational therapy.

 

A part of her just wanted to be alone. The news she’d received was daunting, she felt like she would be ready when the time came, but right now… It was there… It was ready for her…

 

The waves of the pool were oddly calm. Most of the other patients had opted to sunbathe. Which made sense, the sky was as crystal blue as the chlorinated pool water, “Greek Weather” as she’d heard some of her academy friends say.

 

Stepping into the pool, Alyndra eased herself into the water slowly. Toes first, before anything else. It wasn’t anything to do with the temperature, she just didn’t want to fall in and get her hair wet before she was really ready to do so. A sonic shower rarely got rid of the twinge of chlorine, if that’s what she could smell at all.

 

A whistle blew by the side of the pool, as Alyndra saw some other patients jump in. Throwing a net and ball in whilst they were at it. A largeish man, who oddly enough looked like a giant baby with chest hair bellowed over the poolside.

 

Babyman: Behold! We are the Farm Water Polo Team! Quiver before us!

 

The main response he got from the poolside was shushing, as others tried to get back to reading their PADDs, but a few people could be seen shrugging their shoulders and jumping into the pool.

 

Babyman: You ::Points at Alyndra::!

 

Alyndra looked around, wondering if it was them who they were pointing at.

 

Syrex: Me?

 

Babyman: Where are you from?

 

Alyndra gestured to her spots.

 

Syrex: Trill

 

Baby-Man seemed annoyed.

 

Babyman: What ship, dingus?

 

oO Rude Oo

 

Syrex: The USS Ronin

 

Baby-man waved his arms in the air.

 

Babyman: Who will represent the Ronin? You and what army?

 

That’s when Alyndra caught a familiar face walking into the area. She didn’t know him massively well, but from what she did know, she figured he’d be a good swimmer.

 

Syrex: Ensign! Help me defend our honour!

 

Roop: Response

 

Babyman: You are feeble to even try! Nobody has defeated Trudy!

 

Syrex: Who?

 

Roop: Response

 

Babyman: Trud- ME!

 

Alyndra snorted.

 

Syrex: When we’re done with you. Nobody will know the name… Babyman.

 

Roop: Response

 

TAG/TBC

 

OOC: Generalllll NPCCCCCC!!!!!

Lieutenant Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

(Acting Chief) Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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