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USS Manhattan

Side sim: Routine Care of the Mind (TAG CNS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Eilah Fayth (Chief of Security) in Side sim: Routine Care of the Mind (TAG CNS)
Many officers saw the mandatory boarding psych eval as a chore, a time waste, something they didn’t want to do. Eilah didn’t need it, he didn’t think, but he understood the importance of it and he appreciated the chance to meet the ship’s counselor for the first time, anyway.

Still using a map on a personal PaDD to navigate the ship, he made his way quickly to the right place. Eilah arrived at the door for the CNS’ office, rang the chime, and then waited patiently.

~ Fayth, COS

“Come on in,” a clear voice said.

Inside, Sair was beside her desk, holding a PADD she was reading, and looked over as the door opened. 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 counsellor wore simple black trousers and a dark blue tunic that she had adopted as her version of a uniform. She did have a standard commbadge 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.

“Hello, how might I help you?” she said, her face carrying a naturally stern expression.

~Sair Songz, CNS

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