Cynndle sat on a reclining chair in his quarters staring out the viewport at Mellstoxx III as it slowly slide out of view as the station rotated. Beside him, he and an open bottle of Andorian whiskey and the tumbler he swirled slowly in his hand had about one finger width remaining. He eyed the tumbler and smiled slightly as the lingering taste on his tongue brought back pleasant memories of the academy after his old roommate, Thanen Th’zalnar introduced him to it.

The pleasant memories lasted only a few moments before his mind wandered back to the events aboard the USS Lorenza as they began to replay themselves in his head. Thinking back to the first time he walked onto that ship those months ago to when he helped administer the treatment to the younger crew who remained alive he couldn’t help but feel he they had not done enough. The loss of all of the older crew to the modified Teplan Blight was difficult to watch as everything the medical teams, led by Dr Longfellow, failed to stop it from progressing. 

The memories of the crew and all the Romulan civilians they had rescued lying in the various sickbays that they set up on the ship continued to haunt his thoughts. After ensuring the ship was following locked down and quarantined so there was virtually zero chance of the Blight spreading he spend days overseeing the reallocation of resources to assist the medical teams and spends hours each day on the ship in full protective gear with the patients.

When the breakthrough treatment came a sense of relief was palpable among the medical staff but that soon vanished when it became apparent only the younger crew members were responding. He recalled the medical and science teams working themselves to the bone as tried to improve upon it but it was not to be. 

Taking another sip of the whiskey Cynndle closed his eyes, wishing he hadn’t been present near the end. Watching Longfellow’s wife deteriorate knowing there was nothing that could be done was incredibly difficult to watch. Her death hit everyone hard but understandably it hit Longfellow even more so. Cynndle remembered hearing about his transfer to Eos Station and wished he had a chance to see him off. He let out a sigh “Would have liked to work with him longer,” he said.

Taking a final sip of the drink he stood up and moved to the window distinctly remembering watching the USS Lorenza being towed away from Starbase Bravo by several tugs to who knows where for the study of the blight that had infected the bio-neural systems before it was cleansed or decommissioned. Either way, the events of the Blight aboard the Lorenza would not be forgotten anytime soon.

With that thought, Cynndle turned and grabbed the bottle putting it away in the cupboard and turned to leave his quarters. “Tomorrow’s a new day” he muttered to himself, “but for now a walk would be good.”