Posted by Cadet Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in CNS Office: Cadet Wiles Osten psychological evaluation
Wiles liked counselors. In fact, he had regularly sought the services of therapists throughout his life of his own volition, unintimidated by professionals he knew to be well-intentioned. Wiles was a listener by nature, which meant that therapists provided a much needed outlet for him to just talk. Additionally, Wiles had found his psychology courses the most interesting, and took the opportunity to visit with a therapist as an excuse to witness the discipline in practice.

However, Lieutenant Commander Korczak’s reputation made Wiles uneasy. Wiles was not in the habit of deceiving counselors, but the idea that he would be talking with a “biological lie detector” made him second guess his tendency for honesty. The last thing he wanted to do was unintentionally lie to the ship’s counselor on their first meeting… but it was this exact thought that made him most sure that he inevitably would.

All these thoughts crossed Wiles’ mind as he stood outside the counselor’s office, when he realized that he had been standing there staring at the nameplate for a few seconds too long. Cadet Osten glanced to either side, checking to see if anyone had noticed his awkward loitering, before dinging the door to ask permission to enter.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

An extremely odd accent came from the other side of the door and said “Do come in, please.” As the door slid open, it 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 the strange accent issued forth again. “Hello, Cadet. May I help you?”

Lt. Cmdr. Korczac, CNS