Posted by Ensign Anna Fitzgerald (Medical Officer) in Fitzgerald’s boarding psych eval
Having met her boss, been poked and prodded by a colleague with a reticence that proved again why doctors make the worst patients, and stowed her gear, Anna made her way towards the Counselor’s office for the final item on her boarding checklist. This one didn’t seem like a big deal. She’d been on the other side of conversations like it many thousands of times by now, probably. It felt like just an excuse for a nice chat. To share her story with someone who wouldn’t judge or pity her.

So with a smile, Anna rang the chime to the Counselor’s Office, and waited.

~ Doctor Anna Fitzgerald

“Enter,” a lyrical voice sounded through the door comm.

Inside, Sair at the replicator lifting a cup of kelro tea that had materialized as her chime had rung. Standing fairly tall for many humanoid species, the Kobliad had straight pink coloured hair that fell to her chin. Her light brown eyes were deeply set amongst the prominent vertical facial ridges that split her hairline, intersected by thinner horizontal ridges. As she looked up, her base expression gave her something of a stern look. Most definitely on the lean side, the 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 a simple 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 the 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, please come on in. What I can do for you?” Sair asked, gesturing to the seats near her.

~Sair Songz, CNS