Posted by Cadet John Morrell (Security Officer) in Office of the Ship’s Counselor - Reporting for Psych Eval
The door to the counselor’s office slid open with a quiet hiss. Cadet John Morrell stepped inside, his movements measured, precise—habits carved deep by decades of service. The gold shoulders of his cadet uniform caught the light as he came to a stop just inside the threshold.

The air carried the faint scent of replicated chamomile and the hum of environmental systems working in perfect rhythm. Morrell’s gaze swept the room once, cataloguing details out of instinct: the placement of the desk, the counselor’s chair, the viewport light, two exits. Satisfied, he straightened his stance.

“Cadet John Morrell reporting for psychological evaluation,” he said evenly. His tone was calm, professional, stripped of anything beyond what protocol required.

He remained at ease but ready—hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady, every muscle conditioned for control. Beneath the calm exterior, though, there was a subtle undercurrent: the kind of tension that lingers after too many years of command decisions and battlefield noise.

Morrell didn’t move further into the room, not yet. The evaluation wasn’t his to begin; he would wait, as always, for the order to proceed.

Cadet John Morrell, Security

“Welcome,” Viveca replied with a smile, “Have a seat, if you like you can grab something to drink from the replicator as well and we can get started.”

~Viveca Arlander~