USS Chimera
CNS OFFICE DECK 33
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel Andrew McIntyre (CNS) in CNS OFFICE DECK 33
Posted by Ensign Skye Shepherd (Scientist) in CNS OFFICE DECK 33
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel Andrew McIntyre (CNS) in CNS OFFICE DECK 33
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USS Chimera (NCC-97456)
Deck 33 — Chief Counselor’s Office
Stardate: 79013.2The quiet hum of the USS Chimera surrounded Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel McIntyre as he sat behind his desk on Deck 33.
The counselor’s office was designed with one purpose in mind: creating a space where crew members could step away from the pressure of Starfleet life. Unlike the sterile environment of sickbay or the formal atmosphere of a command office, McIntyre’s office felt calm and welcoming. Soft lighting filled the room, comfortable chairs were positioned near the viewport, and shelves displayed artifacts and mementos collected from various worlds — each one representing a different perspective, a different story.
And every person aboard the Chimera had one.
McIntyre sat quietly, a PADD in hand, reviewing the personnel file of one of the ship’s newest science officers.
ENSIGN SKYE SHEPHERD
Department: Science
Position: Science Officer
Assignment: USS ChimeraHis eyes moved over the information displayed before him.
Academic achievements.
Previous assignments.
Performance evaluations.
Command recommendations.A strong officer on paper.
But McIntyre knew better than most that a personnel file only showed a fraction of who someone really was.
The real story was found in conversations.
In the pauses between words.
In the things people chose to say — and the things they avoided saying.
He scrolled through the file, making a few private notes for their scheduled session.
“Initial counseling session. Evaluate adjustment to assignment, workload, interpersonal integration, and long-term career goals.”
He set the PADD down on the desk and leaned back slightly.
Being assigned to a ship like the Chimera was no small responsibility. Starfleet officers were expected to explore unknown regions, face dangers most civilians could never imagine, and maintain professionalism under extraordinary circumstances.
Even the strongest officers needed a place where they could simply be themselves.
The terminal on his desk chimed, reminding him that the appointment time was approaching.
McIntyre reached for the cup of tea resting beside him and took a moment before opening the channel.
Then he tapped his combadge.
=^= Ensign Shepherd, this is Lieutenant McIntyre. Please report to my office for your scheduled counseling session. McIntyre out. =^=
The channel closed.
McIntyre placed his hands together on the desk and looked toward the office doors.
Now he waited.
Not as an evaluator.
Not as someone searching for flaws.
But as the person assigned to make sure the crew of the USS Chimera had someone who would listen.
Lt. J.G. Samuel A. McIntyre
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera • NCC-98730
Starfleet Medical Division
Starfleet Command
It had been a few weeks since Nytha’rae had taken a break off from the ship, meaning she was the one to keep up with every assigned experiment ongoing in correlation to Chimera’s current mission. The hybrid happened to have her head stuck in a cabinet looking for fish food for one of the tanks mounted against the wall.
Her badge chimed, making Skye tumble back to the floor.
Face looking up at a tropical forest resembling ceiling.
Several silver schooling fish had gathered at the glass, apparently fascinated by the sudden display.
One particularly bold fish swam right to the front and stared directly at her.The science officer slowly turned her head toward it.
”…Don’t.”
The fish continued staring.
“You saw nothing”
Another fish drifted over as if joining the conversation.
“Oh great. Now you’ve got an audience.”
Now there were two silent critics.
With a sigh, Skye rolled onto her side and climbed to her feet, brushing imaginary dust from the knees of her uniform. She glanced back into the open cabinet.
“…Right.”
She peered inside again.
Another cabinet.
Nutrient medium.
Another.
Water-testing kits.
Another.
An entire crate of replacement tubing.
“…Who organized this lab?”
She opened the final drawer.
There, sitting proudly in the middle as though it had always belonged there, was a container clearly labeled:
FISH FOOD
Her combadge crackled.
=^= Ensign Shepherd, this is Lieutenant McIntyre. Please report to my office for your scheduled counseling session. McIntyre out. =^=
Skye tapped her combadge with one hand while balancing the fish food container under the other arm.
“Shepherd here.”
She cleared her throat, trying to sound considerably more composed than she had been thirty seconds earlier. =^= Good afternoon, Lieutenant. Apologies for the slight delay. I was… in the middle of feeding one of our ongoing science projects. I’ll be there in just a moment. Shepherd out. =^=
The doors to the science laboratory slid shut behind Skye with a soft hiss, leaving the cheerful rainforest sounds behind.
The corridor outside was quieter, filled instead with the familiar pulse of the USS Chimera’s warp engines and the distant rhythm of a ship carrying out its daily routine.
She rounded the corner toward the nearest turbolift, passing officers from engineering discussing plasma manifold diagnostics and a pair of security ensigns debating the results of last night’s parrises squares match. The everyday bustle of a Starfleet vessel continued around her, oblivious to the tragedy of the missing fish food.
The turbolift doors parted with a gentle whoosh as she approached.
She stepped inside.
“Deck thirty-three.”
“Deck 33,” the computer acknowledged.
The doors slid closed, and the lift began its smooth ascent through the ship. She folded her hands behind her back as the deck numbers quietly counted upward.
The computer chimed.
“Deck 33.”
The turbolift slowed to a stop, and the doors slid open onto the corridor leading toward the Chief Counselor’s office.
Ensign Skye Shepherd
Science Officer
U.S.S. Chimera - 98730 (Mjolnir Class)Samuel looked up from the PADD on his desk as the soft chime beside the office door announced a visitor.
Right on time.
He set the PADD aside, straightened slightly in his chair, and allowed a small, welcoming smile to cross his face. First impressions often set the tone for a counseling session, and he preferred his office to feel inviting rather than intimidating.
“Come in,” he called calmly.
The doors parted with a quiet hiss as Ensign Skye Shepherd stepped into the office.
McIntyre rose from behind his desk, extending a hand in greeting.
“Ensign Shepherd, welcome. I’m Lieutenant Junior Grade Samuel McIntyre, Chief Counselor aboard the Chimera. Thank you for coming.”
He gestured toward one of the comfortable chairs positioned opposite his desk.
“Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea, coffee, or water before we begin?”
His tone remained relaxed and conversational.
“This is simply an opportunity for us to get acquainted. My goal is to learn a little about you, how you’re settling into life aboard the Chimera, and to make sure you have the support you need. Nothing more formal than that.”
McIntyre waited patiently, allowing Shepherd to settle in before beginning the session.
Lt. J.G. Samuel A. McIntyre
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera • NCC-98730
Starfleet Medical Division
Starfleet Command
The Trill hybrid seemed to recognize the counselor’s face as soon as she was able to lay eyes on him. Running that very hallway just a few months prior. Skye stood awkwardly outside the door before gaining enough confidence to step into the office. Certainly the place had been familiar once before, although a few objects had been rearranged since her last visit.
She let the slightest sign of a smile to illuminate her face, stepping carefully onto the carpet as if the decking below them would break apart. He had already spoken her name, so there would be no need for an introduction unless the lieutenant should specifically request it.
Blue gray colored eyes faced the viewport before he gestured at the chairs. There was a split moment of hesitation before finally lowering herself to the backrest, hands leaning carefully against the edge of the desk. While Skye didn’t appear particularly concerned, there were certain characteristics about the ensign that stood out from other junior officers. The specially in the sense that she hadn’t been raised around other children. “Water would be fine.” she finally spoke up.
When he continued, the science officer nodded before finally shifting her gaze at the lieutenant. Physically, she wasn’t much different than your average human. Except for the faint, Trill markings that framed both sides of her head. One could consider that a wonder between species, such different worlds intertwined to create new life.
Once he spoke again, her eyes finally crossed his gaze. Coming from an antique vessel, specifically speaking about a Constitution Class, life was much different than what the average starship raised child. “Feel free to ask away.”
Ensign Skye Shepherd
Science Officer
U.S.S. Chimera - 98730 (Mjolnir Class)Samuel offered a warm smile and gave a slight nod.
“Water it is.”
He rose from his chair and crossed to the small replicator built into the office wall.
“Computer, one glass of water.”
The familiar hum was followed by the appearance of a chilled glass. McIntyre retrieved it and returned, setting it gently on the desk within easy reach of the ensign before taking his own seat once more.
He noticed the hesitation in her movements and the careful way she carried herself, but he made no comment. Years of counseling had taught him that silence often revealed more than questions.
Instead, he folded his hands loosely on the desk.
“Thank you.”
His tone remained conversational rather than clinical.
“I’ve read your service record, Ensign, but I’ve found that personnel files rarely tell me who someone really is. They list assignments, evaluations, commendations, and qualifications—but they don’t tell me about the person sitting across from me.”
He paused just long enough to let the thought settle.
“You’ve had a rather unique upbringing compared to most Starfleet officers. Growing up aboard a Constitution-class vessel is certainly not something many people can claim.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“So, let’s start there.”
“What was it like growing up aboard her? What lessons did that experience teach you that you think have stayed with you?”
Rather than immediately delving into stress evaluations or psychological assessments, McIntyre preferred to understand the individual first. The answers to those questions often revealed far more than any standardized counseling checklist ever could.
Then he simply listened.
Lt. J.G. Samuel A. McIntyre
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera • NCC-98730
Starfleet Medical Division
Starfleet Command
Skye’s face followed towards the replicator as a glass of water materialized from thin air. It was something the ensign was still learning on how to use. The New Jersey certainly did not hold such sophisticated technology given her age. The commanding officer and his crew had continued keeping her in pristine condition. The one member of a fleet who remained untouched by time.
Once he let go of the glass, she turned around with the amount of curiosity a child would show around a magic show. Surely on Trill, where she had spent the first decade of her life had advanced technology but this device was unlike anything Shepherd had encountered before Starfleet Academy.
The 21 year old’s head snapped up as soon as Sam started talking, attempting to regain her composure instead of admiring the glass of water like a curious child. “Thanks.” she responded before listening carefully to the explanation he would be providing next.
“Well, I first boarded the vessel at 12 years old. When my father returned to service after being joined. That ship was unlike anything I’d seen before, not even the freighters dropping supplies back home.” Her palms were placed face-down over the desk in front of her. “Going from a child raised in the forest, born in a rural area was one big turnaround in life.”
Skye cleared her throat, taking a sip out of that curious glass before setting it back down. “We didn’t have much technology, considering how old the ship is. No modern engineer was allowed to introduce modern systems, having custom parts made to make her history remain alive after that many centuries. The only one of her class still in service to this day.” once again, the hybrid shifted her face toward the viewport and the stars that laid beyond.
“That is, before the shuttle accident took place. A few months before we, the four kids from New Jersey tried out a shuttlecraft exercise.” Her tone had lowered just slightly “A Bajoran and Vulcan didn’t survive the crash against an uninhabited, M Class planet.” It appeared to be a tough topic, but not something that made her recoil anymore after openly speaking about it. “An Aenar and I were the ones that made it off with superficial scratches. Perhaps a fracture or two.”
Rolling up the sleeve from her left arm, a set of four jagged scars from the accident had been visible. Along with some burning around the edges. “Life on the ship changed vastly after that day. So much quiet on the halls, as though laughter had somehow… vanished.”
Ensign Skye Shepherd
Science Officer
U.S.S. Chimera - 98730 (Mjolnir Class)