Posted by Cadet Richard Locke (Engineer) in CNS’s Office- Cadet Richard Locke psychological evalution
After leaving sickbay, he decided to head to the Counselor’s office get his psychological evaluation out of the way. He hoped that the Counselor was a pleasant person because he was still a little nervous. After all, a Counselor is technically just another doctor but for the mind. His mind was put a little at ease though by the fact that this was for his own good. They were just trying to make sure that he could handle the stresses of working on a ship especially if you are an engineer, which is probably the most stressful job on a starship besides being a captain. I mean if you screw up, then everyone dies. So arriving at the Counselor’s door he took a deep breath and pressed the call button on the side.

There was no sound from the inside, but the door slid open and revealed a space unlike any other on the ship.

The office was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship, with the light coming from wall lamps rather than the typical overhead lighting. Multiple bookcases with glass enclosed shelves lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects, and a quick glance would show multiple languages as well. The desk was set at an angle against the opposite wall to the door in the corner, allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one of which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs. Each depicted either places, individuals, or groups of people, and many were in black and white.

Seated at the desk was a plain looking human male with brown hair and brown eyes. He average looking; the kind of person that would be lost in a crowd of more than four or five people. He wore the blue uniform of the Science and Medical Sections, and Lieutenant Commander pips showed on his collar. There was one distinguishing feature about the man, however. Actual glasses were perched on his nose. He looked up, and a very odd accent issued forth, as if multiple accents were vying for control. “Hello, Cadet. May I help you?”

Lt. Cmdr. Korczac, CNS