Posted by Civilian William Cunningham (Counselor) in Ship’s Counselor Cunningham’s Office-First Day
On a ship like the Manhattan William was not suprised to find that his duties were to begin immediately after his check in. He was to report to his office and get things in order to start crew evaluations. Some might have complained but William didn’t really mind. He had to get to know the crew and their dynamic at some point so he thought it was just as well to get things started. He walked down the hall humming a church hymn and nodding politely to passerbys and was once again made away that he stood out in Civilan clothes but he had gotten used to the staring long before now. he looked at the map and located the correct door and then used his ID to open the door.
“Oof!” William cried out as a pile of books immediately fell on him. Slowly he got himself up and wiped the dust off his clothes and out of his blonde wavey hair. Well he thought that was just brilliant he was going to have a nice bruise on his cheek now. William began to pick up all the papers and books and wondered if he had actually been given a supply closet instead of an office but concluded from all the books and notes it seemed his predecessor had been a bit of a hoarder and collector and hadn’t been allowed to bring all his things with him to their new post or back home. His family home often looked much the same, having an actress for a mother and an author for a father had the side effect of having rather large collections of items for sets for plays, and what not. After his shift, William thought he should contact his adoptive parents to let them know he had arrived alive and relativly unharmed.
After a few hours of work he had boxed up as much of the unusable things as he could such as old broken Padd’s and the like and books he wasn’t likely to use and sat down at his new desk at last. It didn’t quite look like his office yet but it was better than what it had been. After getting a hot black tea with cream and sugar from the replicator William turned on the consol to read the ship’s crew’ psychological evaluations which very few people were given privy to. As with any population it was very diverse with needs and he would need to pinpoint the ones who were most in need of his services first.

Something odd happened when the Counselor turned on the consol it flickered, then sparked and went dead.

It wasn’t long after that, mere minutes in fact, that the door to the Counselors room opened by itself and a man wearing Operations Yellow walked through and paused as he caught sight of the counselor, and the room that had been untl very recently very messy. He let out a low whistle and then moved forward, seemingly uninvited as was his entrance, placing what looked to be a tool kit on the desk and glancing at the flickering and dead console.

“You must be the new Counselor” the man said, and held out his hand. “Lieutenant Commander Max Wynter, Chief Engineer. Your early, I was expecting you to begin duty tomorrow. I see you discovered that the console has been busted, don’t worry, we will have it back up and running for you shortly.”

He opened his toolbox and glanced at the newcomer. “Civilian heh? You must have come highly recommended to get a post on a Federation vessel on long term assignment to the Delta Quadrant?”

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter
CE