Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Mor (Chief Science Officer) in Counselor’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Talyn Kree (Chief Counseling Officer) in Counselor’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade T’Mor (Chief Science Officer) in Counselor’s Office
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Talyn sat in one of the overstuffed chairs in her office, feet propped up on the coffee table. She had a couple of hours with no appointments so she was settled in to read the latest edition of Psychology Today. It wasn’t difficult to stay current with what was happening in her field, but she had to make time for all the reading that was involved. Taking a sip from the fresh mug of coffee in her right hand, Talyn eagerly dug into “When your patient believes they are mortally contaminated with parasites”.

Kree, CNS

T’Mor stood outside the counselor’s officer, her hand hovering just out of reach of the chime. This was a drastic measure, her coming of her own free will, and not even bothering to make an appointment. She pulled her hand back at the thought, perhaps she should make an appointment, and see the counselor later. Much later, like maybe in a few weeks…

No, she externalized the thought by shaking her head slightly. This needed to be taken care of. So, T’Mor pushed forward and rang the chime.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Counselor Kree was just rising from her chair when the chime sounded. Her vision swiveled to the door as she wondered who her visitor was. She continued to the replicator for a refill of the creamy, coffee while calling out, “Come in.”

As the blue lights of the replicator danced, the doors to the corridor parted and she saw Lt T’Mor standing there.

—Kree, CNS

T’Mor stood tall in the doorway, as tall as she could at 5’4”. Her hands were clasped behind her in a dignified sort of pose as she stepped into the room. T’Mor waited until the door closed completely before speaking,

“Counselor Kree, I require your assistance. I am very upset, and I have been unable to control it.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

Seeing the agitation of the Lt, Talyn was quick to react. “Well, it just so happens I don’t have an appt for another hour so we’re in luck. May I get you something from the replicator? Tea, perhaps?” As the comforting offer was made, she took a hard look at T’Mor. Micro-expressions could tell a trained observer a lot and the officer’s face left no doubt to the counselor.

“Please come in and have a seat. What has you so anxious?”

—Kree, CNS

T’Mor nodded and took a seat. She would normally appreciate a cup of tea, but she could stand the idea of anything in her stomach right now. She sat of the edge of the chair, legs crossed and hands in her lap.

“It appears I have made an error in my judgement Counselor,” she said calmly, eyes drifting up from the floor, “I falsely concluded that my recent promotion would have solved a dispute between me and my family remaining on Vulcan. It appears, however, that it not the case.”

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|

The counselor sat across from T’Mor. “What kind of a dispute are we talking about?” It wasn’t unusual to have someone want to work out a problem with family, but the involved parties usually lived on the ship with the officer. Vulcans didn’t normally bring issues to a ship’s counselor, but there was one sitting three feet in front of her and she was going to do what she could to help.

—Kree, CNS