Posted by Cadet Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in CNS Office: Cadet Wiles Osten psychological evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in CNS Office: Cadet Wiles Osten psychological evaluation

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

Wiles’ mouth parted ever so slightly as he stepped into the counselor’s office, eyes sweeping the room in an arc from one side up to the ceiling and then to the other wall. He blinked at the bookshelf and his eyes darted rapidly to a couple of the pictures, feeling as if he had stepped into a different world (and time) altogether.

Prompted by the whoosh of the door closing behind him, Wiles snapped out of his awe and settled his attention on Korczac. “Hello Lieutenant Commander, my name is Wiles Osten. I’m a new cadet, and I was told to meet with you for a duty evaluation. I apologize for not making an appointment… I suppose I’ve thrown formalities to the wind for the moment as I try to get accustomed to my first assignment.” Wiles spoke evenly, personable but still appropriately formal, straddling the line between friendly and professional.

Wiles took a couple light-footed steps towards one of the couches in the center of the room, opposite from the chair in front of Korczac’s desk, which he assumed to be the counselor’s favorite. “May I?” Wiles asked with a slight raise of his eyebrows, seemingly knowing the drill for a therapist’s office pretty well. If given permission, Wiles would settle back into the corner of one side of the couch, crossing one leg over the other and placing both hands folded in his lap. His green eyes watched Korczac with curiosity, but also apprehension, as is normal for someone meeting a new therapist for the first time.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Of course, Cadet. Please make yourself comfortable.” Korczak responded evenly. He then stood up and made his way to the replicator on the wall. Looking back at the Cadet. “Would you care for something to drink? I was about to get myself a cup of tea.” he asked, his accent again giving his speech an extremely odd sound. Fortunately, it did not interfere with the clarity of his speech.

Korczak, CNS