Lieutenant Alyndra Syrex - I Doubt its the Welcome Wagon

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Deck 1, Bridge, USS Compass Rose))

 

Kel: =/\= Kel to Syrex.  Are you still headed for the bridge? =/\=

Alyndra slapped her chest to answer the comm as the turbo-lift moved up through the ship.

Syrex: =/\= Aye, Commander. We are in the turbolift now =/\=

Kel: =/\= Be advised, the internal sensors are showing a space we can't scan in the conference room off the bridge.  Could be nothing but use caution.  I'm going to move to the outrigger to check some similar spots  there.  

Syrex: =/\= Acknowledged, we’ll check it out. =/\=

 

Just as Alyndra finished her sentence, the lift halted, and the doors slowly opened in response to Lt Frosts button pushing. As the door opened, a bright red light flooded into the capsule.

 

Deacon: Captain? Captain Holley? This Lieutenant Frost, we’re here to assist you. Can you give me an idea of how you are so that you can be treated accordingly?

Syrex: Treated accordingly? We have one patient, Lieutenant. We don’t need to triage this.

Alyndra softened her tone, as she looked reassuringly towards Captain Holley.

Syrex: How are you, Captain? Are you injured? Do you need anything? I’m Alyndra, we spoke on the comm, and my team, along with myself. We’re here to help. However we can.

Deacon: under his breath:: It’s called protocol. ::louder:: I’ll take a look around, don’t need any surprises.

 

Alyndra noted Frost’s additional comment. She knew protocol, but building a repertoire with Holly was more important than his feelings, at least in that moment. She knew she needed to apologise to later, but later was still later.

On the other hand, she would apologise… But they were equal in rank, and she was the assigned team lead. Would apologising undo the level of which her team could trust her? She never saw anyone question anyone else’s command decisions, she shouldn’t have to justify herself to anyone apart from her superior officers.

 

Om-Zora/Holley: Response

Alyndra looked towards the centre chair, concerned at the figures lack of movement.

Syrex: Who’s your friend?

 

Alyndra’s eyes drifted up at the figure sat by the command chair. It looked like a dead body. There was nothing she could do to help them. Nothing like a body in a contaminated environment to make you feel useless…

Deacon: Check it out, the security station is still working, it’s locked down at the moment, but that shouldn’t take but a couple of minutes to break the lock from there, we should be able to get a count of everyone on board, and a manifest of life pods that are automatically generated when a pod is launched. It’s to help with Search and Rescue.

Om-Zora/Holley: Response

 

Alyndra gazed at Holley, hoping for some kind of personal connection. Hoping it might calm her down.

 

Syrex: Your first name is Georgia, right? May I call you Georgia? I call my captain Karrod, but only because he’s basically my uncle.

Deacon: I’m starting to get readings from around the ship. From what I can tell, there are still about forty people on board. Every escape pod has been jettisoned, and there are only a couple of shuttles left in the shuttle bay. Any particular place you’d like to start?

 

Alyndra looked up at Lt Frost. She had been listening to what he’d been saying, but making Holley feel heard was also important. She knew she was the team leader and ultimately these decisions fell onto her, but she’d also hoped he’d show more initiative – he was the search and rescue specialist after all, she was not.

 

Syrex: Can you get a fix on where these people are specifically, Lieutenant? Can we get them to all rendezvous somewhere onboard? With your permission of course, Captain Holley.

 

The single pip on the human's collar was now clear as day, as it was the only thing reflecting the red light of the room back towards Alyndra’s eye.

 

Om-Zora/Holley: Response

 

Deacon: I’m working on getting ship-wide comm’s up and running. Internal sensors are iffy at best,

Syrex: Hmm… Om-Zora can we boost power to the internal sensors somehow? Or find some way to clear up the interference?

 

Om-Zora/Holley: Response

 

Frost turned his chair on the security station he’d stationed himself at to focus on Alyndra.

Deacon: What’s the play, Lieutenant?

 

Syrex: Well, I’d like to get the remaining survivors together on the ship, for that we need internal comms. Then I want to check in with Sickbay, see if they’ve come up with any treatment options for this disease.

 

Deacon/Om-Zora/Holley: Response

 

Syrex: Hmm, Commander Kel noted that the briefing room up here was shielded somehow. Maybe it’s deliberate across the ship?

 

Deacon/Om-Zora/Holley: Response

 

Syrex: I agree. Om-Zora, see if you can get comms up to the rest of the ship. Lieutenant Frost, I’ll need your perspective on the briefing room, who knows what’s in there.

 

Deacon/Om-Zora/Holley: Response

  

TAGs / TBC

 

Lieutenant Dr Alyndra Syrex MD

Acting Chief Medical Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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