Posted by Cadet Matthew Christianson (Security Officer) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in
Out of the three appointments of the day, this was the one Matthew was looking forward to the least. His mother was a ships counselor and thought he was insane to go into security instead of the medical field. Not only did she think that, but she made sure he knew how much she hated his decision. All Matthew ever wanted to do was serve like his father and grandfather did as ship security, protecting his crewmates, the occasional world saving wouldn’t be awful either; maybe someday being Chief of Security or a tactical officer one day. Christianson buzzed into the office. “Cadet Matthew Christianson reporting as ordered to see Lieutenant Commander Korczak for my psych eval.”
- Cadet Matthew Christianson, Security

The doors slid open to allow entry, and the office on the other side of the door was unlike any area in the rest of the ship. It 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 behind the desk in the corner was a human male with Lieutenant Commander pips on his collar. The man was wholly plain looking; in fact so nondescript that he almost blended in with the office. His voice, on the other hand, was distinctive. “Please, Cadet. Do come in. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak, the ship’s Counselor. Please, have a seat.” and he indicated the siting area before the desk. The man had a most unusual accent, as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for control. Even with that, his speech was clear and articulate; with crisp pronunciation and diction. The only other noticeable fact of the man were the glasses perched on his nose… actual glasses.

Korczak stood and pushed said glasses up his nose a bit higher and moved around the desk. “If you would like a drink before we start, you are welcome to the replicator as well.”

Korczak, CNS