Posted by Civilian Kara Nakuto (Engineer (Consultant Researcher - Yellow)) in Counselor’s Office - Nakuto drops by
She knew the drill. Fifteen years as a Starfleet officer had done nothing to temper her unease around counselors. Her tour as the captain of the USS Viking had done everything to prove to her how much she relied on their wisdom and their sense of calm. Her last counselor on the Viking, prior to her own disappearance, had been not only her closest confidant but also her most cherished friend. Gods, she missed Tal’ahali Beveres so much.

But this was a new beginning, or so the ARU had attempted to convince her when ordering her into this assignment. A chance to “get back onto the horse”, Admiral Roebuck had insisted, not that Nakuto had any hint of prior equestrian experience, nor a desire to acquire any in the near future. But still, perhaps there was some truth in their threats masquerading as friendly advice. If nothing else, the transfer to the USS Leviathan had allowed the half-Klingon to escape the clutches of the Viking once and for all.

Or so she prayed it would be true.

It was late in the day when she arrived at the office of Lt Casela Synthi-er, but the computer had assured her that the Betazoid counselor had not yet signed off on her shift. So Nakuto pressed the chime and waited…hoping to once again find a friend amongst the ever-present chaos that had become the very hallmark of her existence.

• Kara Nakuto (Consultant Researcher)

Casela had been working on compiling a special file. It was depressing work, what she was doing now, but one that was necessary. And though depressing it was fascinating at the same time. A project that should have, normally, been engaging enough to keep her attention. But she found her self, much to her derision, falling asleep at her desk. She’d gotten up and paced the room, stretched, even done some Mok’bara to try and wake herself up. Something was very very wrong with her.

She felt the presence outside her door before the chime was pressed. She got up, stretched, rolled her shoulders, and took a sip of coffee, that she never used to drink, and walked over to open the door. “Good afternoon, please come in. I’m Casela Synthi-er. Ship’s counselor.” Casela held out her hand, and briefly wondered if this part Klingon woman would spend the session making passes at her just as Crewman Jessie had. That was absurd of course because that was not a .... by the four gods she was tired.

Her office had no pictures. Her educational credentials went up on the wall. She may lack rank, but not the training, and not the experience. There was a small shelf next to her desk, that was away from prying fingers. Several small items went onto that shelf that had significant meaning to her, but the wise would never ask her about them. Next were her weapons. So. Many. Weapons. Unless you knew what you were looking for, you’d never see them, but Casela was Never comfortable unless she had a weapon within hands reach. There were however, several chairs or couches to choose from.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS