Posted by Cadet Oliver Scott (Doctor) in CNS Office - Cadet Scott Psych Eval
Cadet Scott made his way to the counselor’s office. There was certainly a lot of boxes to check before officially being cleared for duty. He couldn’t wait until he had finally made it through all those tasks and could get on with the business of proving himself as a cadet. Reflecting on those thoughts, he supposed that checking boxes and paying attention to details were probably a big part of being a Starfleet officer so it would follow that this would be part of a cadet cruise as well. Someone would probably eventually notice if he never checked in with his department head or the counselor and just went back and forth between his quarters and the mess hall every day. Probably best not to test that theory as starting off one’s career with some sort of black mark or demerit didn’t seem like a good idea.

The cadet wondered what sort of questions the counselor would ask. Certainly this wasn’t the first time he had been aboard a ship or in space, there was plenty of training during the earlier academy years to weed out people who were afraid of that sort of thing. Perhaps the counselor would be checking to make sure the stress of the first real mission wasn’t clouding his judgement? Then again, perhaps it was just the counselor’s job to get to know people so if something did go wrong in the future, there was a baseline for comparison. Whatever the reason, it was required and so he was going to get it out of the way.

The cadet arrived at the counselor’s office, thumbed the door chime and waited.

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

An oddly accented voice came from the other side of the door and said “Please come in.” and the door slid open.

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?”

Korczak, CNS