Posted by Cadet Rodrick Baker (Security Officer) in Counsellors office - Cadet Baker check in

Posted by Cadet Rodrick Baker (Security Officer) in Counsellors office - Cadet Baker check in
=^= “Computer is there anything wrong with the lights?” asked cadet Rodrick Baker, while he was slowly moving in the narrow corridor, looking for the Counsellor’s office. “Negative”, answered the computer. Baker sighed. Of course nothing was wrong with the lights, he knew that perfectly. Nevertheless, he felt like they were paler, even seedy.

Truth is, Baker was terrified of going to the Counsellor’s office. Going to a physical exam? No problem. But have some kind of mind reading doctor exam? Scary. Baker used to say as less as possible about his emotions. And to be perfectly honest, he was trying not to think about those emotions.

“Counsellor’s office” he saw on the door. At least this time I didn’t get lost, he thought. He was slowly starting to understand where everything aboard this ship was, but somehow it didn’t make him happy. He took a look around him. The corridor was empty. He waited few seconds, maybe a minute, staring at the door. They were no mirror around, but he felt he probably looked ill at this moment. Finally, he gathered his courage and pressed his thumb on the holobell.

-Cdt Rodrick Baker (Security)

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The doors slid open silently. 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.

The Counselor was wholly plain looking; in fact so nondescript that he almost blended in with the office. His voice, on the other hand, was distinctive. “Hello. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak. Please come in, Cadet.” 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, CNS