Posted by Lieutenant Alex Cross (Chief Counselor) in Counsellor’s Office: New Crew Psych Evaluation

Posted by Ensign Soral T’Varan (Science Officer) in Counsellor’s Office: New Crew Psych Evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Alex Cross (Chief Counselor) in Counsellor’s Office: New Crew Psych Evaluation
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As mandated by Starfleet regulation, all crew were required to undergo a psychological evaluation upon assignment. Following his meeting with the Chief Science Officer, Soral T’Varan made his way to the office of the Chief Counsellor.

The interaction with the CSO had been… efficient. The officer had demonstrated a respect for Vulcan customs and professional boundaries. Soral was not so illogical as to assume this would be universal among the crew. Such uniformity of behavior was statistically improbable. He therefore considered himself fortunate that his department head appeared both competent and accommodating.

He halted outside the counsellor’s office, posture straight, expression composed.

Soral activated the door chime.

He waited in silence, patient and unmoving, as came naturally to his species, prepared to proceed with the evaluation as required.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel

Within a few moments, the door whooshed open to show Cross in his Counselor blues, standing with his hands held behind his back. He nodded to Soral. “Ensign, come in.” He said as he led the Ensign over to the recessed seating area and waited for Soral to choose a seat, either on the Sectional or one of the two winged-back chairs. “Can I get you any refreshment, Ensign? Vulcan spice tea, water?”

Counselor Alex Cross

“Good day, Counsellor,” Soral T’Varan said in his usual calm, measured Vulcan tone.

He selected a seat on the sectional and settled into it with precise control, back straight and hands clasped neatly in front of him. The posture was not performative; it was simply correct. Physical discipline promoted mental clarity.

“A Vulcan spiced tea would be agreeable,” he added evenly. “Thank you.”

He remained still, attentive, prepared to proceed with the evaluation as required.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel

Cross nodded as he moved to the replicator and ordered two spiced tea. It was a drink he enjoyed himself. Picking up both cups of tea he moved over and set them on the coasters on the table. They would need a bit of cooling. Taking a seat in one of the wing backed chair he studied Soral for a moment before asking, “So Ensign, if I may ask. What brought you into Star-Fleet?”

Counselor Alex Cross

Soral took the cup of spiced tea and began drinking immediately; Vulcans had no need to wait for such beverages to cool. After a measured sip, he set the cup carefully back onto its coaster.

“It provides ample opportunity to study human behavior,” he said evenly, “while making myself useful at the same time.”

His expression remained composed, the statement offered as a simple conclusion rather than a value judgment.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel

“Ah, you find us fascinating? In what way?”

Counselor Alex Cross

“Humans are highly emotional,” Soral observed calmly, “yet you have succeeded in building an organization such as Starfleet, which accomplishes a considerable amount of good within the universe.”

The statement was not criticism, but analysis—an acknowledgment of a paradox he found both illogical and quietly compelling.

Ensign Soral T’Varan
Science Junior Officer
USS Ark Angel