Cmdr Synthya Wylder
Role
Diplomat / Explorer		Registered ship name
Credit balance
1,414,106,303 Cr
Rank
Elite		Registered ship ID
-		Overall assets
3,484,012,642 Cr
Squadron
The Silverbacks		Allegiance
Independent		Power
Independent

Personal content

Out of current logbook timeline - breaking in my Type-10

Sooo... what a day... Heya, Dave! <drags her fighter pilot in with her & studies the drink menu> [OOC - Dave is the NPC barkeep in my squadron's Bar section] Ummm... wonder what a "Brawler's Brandy" is like? Or... mebbe... a "Wasted...
22 Dec 2020Synthya Wylder
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A rather expensive special order requisition...

The Station Director leaned back heavily in his chair after seeing the medical officer leave out of the corner of his eye. He thought carefully for a moment before leaning forward again & hitting a key on his Comms panel on his desk. The face of...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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The deal...

She sighed deeply over her mug of hot caffeine, considering carefully her reply, & returned her gaze to meet his. "Sir, it's not at all that I'm ungrateful for the position. I mean, I certainly keep busy, & I'm needed, between the various...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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The station administrator's office...

He was torn between feeling exasperated with yet another complication in his already too-busy daily schedule, & his boredom with his usual routine leaving him starved for anything which might rescue him from it. He re-read the summary from his...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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"Who are you? Where am I? What is this place?"

Forensics staff often worked closely with those staffing the Morgue. Here at this station, they were one & the same, simply 'spinning their hats' & stepping through a steri-field, thought the Practitioner. "Damned credit-counters,"...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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Frozen meat...

The 2 orderlies from Medical strode into view after exiting 1 of the lifts off to the side of the docks, a couple of the grim tools of their trade in tow, a gurney & a body bag. The one leading called out, "Medical! Who called for Medical?" ...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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Lost & found...

The Station Docks echo with the steady cacophony of rumbling, thunking & hissing of ships coming & going, rising & falling with the frequency but never ceasing. A conversation could be overheard between a couple of people, if one happened...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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The long sleep...

Hours passed, then, days. So many attempts to reach someone, anyone on the comms... She fumbled to reach the medkit again, carefully arranging the series of injections which would place her in a deep drug-induced coma, designed to prolong her life pod's...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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The heartbreak...

She awoke sometime later. The auto-distress was working, so she activated her comms unit, calling to her mates... Nothing but the spurious random static of deep space whispered back. Again... still nothing. A memory of a saying arose, something about,...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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The panicked escape...

She raced in slow motion, feeling like she was trying to move in quicksand, finally reaching one of the few life pods still functional. She slammed the hatch shut, feeling relief as she saw her 2 mates reach their own. La Belle Heaulmière was in its death...
27 Nov 2020Synthya Wylder
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