Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Boarding Psych Assessment - Dean

Posted by Lieutenant Nicolas Dean (Chief of Security) in Boarding Psych Assessment - Dean
Nicolas headed to Deck 8 and the Counselor’s office. He had been sleeping poorly, the coping mechanisms suggested by previous counselors had stopped being effective and he hoped for fresh insights from the Manhattan’s Counselor.

He had been married out of the Academy. He had a child from that marriage, but then his daughter, Leslie had disappeared and then his marriage fell apart and he had devoted himself to his career, wanting to put the past behind him and at a safe distance … and a ship in the Delta Quadrant seemed like a safe enough distance from the pain.

• Nicolas Dean, COS

“Come in,” a voice sounded from the door.

Inside, Sair was pulling a mug out of her replicator. Standing fairly tall for many humanoid species, the Kobliad had lilac coloured hair pulled back off her face with a black soft headband. Her light brown eyes were deeply set amongst the prominent vertical facial ridges that split her hairline, intersected by thinner horizontal ridges. Most definitely on the lean side, the new counsellor worse simple black trousers and a dark blue tunic that she had adopted in her previous stint on a Starfleet facility: her version of a uniform. She did have a standard combadge though.

A large area rug in muted blues, greys and greens spanned half of the therapy area in front of her desk and she had set a small round coffee table in front of a small sofa and two arm chairs, all in a blue-grey colour. Behind that was her desk with two basic chairs in front and a pale wooden shelving unit to the left by the replicator.

Next to the door was a stone sculpture that was half the height of the door. Carved out of white dolomite, it was a miniature replica of the giant tree that was in the lobby of he Assembly Complex in Kobliad’s capital. The tree had a wide trunk with the appearance of a thick bark and was easily deciduous with sweeping branches with teardrop shaped leaves. Carved around the trunk of the tree were arms with hands seeming to hold the tree and they wound themselves up the trunk.

She smiled at Dean and gestured towards the sitting area. His choice. “Welcome to my office. What can I help you with today?” she asked before sipping from her cup, sweetness wafting through the room though there was a spicy undertone.

~Sair Songz

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