Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Counseling Center - Mwezi’s Psych Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Chief Tactical Officer) in Counseling Center - Mwezi’s Psych Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Counseling Center - Mwezi’s Psych Eval
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Mwezi stood in the doorway to the Counselor’s office, looking inwards with an odd Expression on his face. Honestly he wasn’t sure what to think of this tradition. On the one hand, having a psychiatrist/psychologist person or team on board a ship was an intelligent move. On the other hand, it meant he’d have to talk to a stranger about his mental state. He wasn’t entirely sure if he liked the situation. Regardless, with his arrival in this timeline, it was necessary. So… Here he was.

Mwezi, CTO

Dean sighed, two in one day. He smiled at the Lt standing by the door. “Good day Lt. Please have a seat. The Lt has someone in her office at the moment. Would you like a drink or something to eat while you wait. If you give me your name I will let her know that you are here.”

Dean of course was excellent at his job and knew this was Lt Mwezi the new CTO. He kept up with all the new crew assignments. It was one of the things he did to help the counseling staff. NL Watkins came out of her office about then and saw the Lt. “Oh Dean, I’m free, I can take the Lt. Boarding check in?” Dean nodded, “Yes Ma’am” Watkins chuckled, “You make me feel old calling me Ma’am, Dean.” Watkins walked over and offered her hand. “I’m NL Watkins. Come with me, and we’ll get you settled.”
NL Watkins

Mwezi glanced from one person to the other, focusing on the first one to have spoken. He had given a question, which was easy to answer. Well, relatively easy. “Ah, I’m Mwezi. I’m supposed to talk to a psychologist or something to make sure I’m mentally fit for duty? Ah, they didn’t explain it particularly well.” The Laleri male lifted a hand to scratch briefly on his furry neck, waiting for answers he hoped would come from either of these counseling staff.

Mwezi, CTO

Dean typed input his name into the computer and pulled up his personnel file and transferred it to PaDD and handed it to Watkins. She took it with a nod of thanks and turned to Mwezi. “Nice to meet you Mwezi. And yes it is standard proceedure for anyone serving or working at a Federation location to undergo physical and mental health checks when reporting to a new assignment. So, if you will come with me we will have a chat and see how you are doing mentally and emotionally.” Watckins waved him on and towards a door that opened into a small but very comfortable office. It was bright but the light was soft, a variety of chairs, cushions, and couches to choose from in a variety of ‘comfort’ levels.
Watkins, counselor

Mwezi followed the counselor into her office. “Yes, we do the medical thing. Did? Do?” He explained, then began to mutter, “Which is appropriate for an alternate timeline?”

“Hmmm well I’m not a temporal expert, but I would go with ‘did’ because it was something that occurred in your personal past.”

The lupine humanoid glanced around a bit, then chose a sturdy chair with an open back and minimal cushioning. “How does one begin this? I’m sure you know what you’re doing but I’ve never talked to a Counselor before.” Despite his non-human facial features, it was still clear that Mwezi was somewhat uncomfortable.

Mwezi, CTO

“We simply have a conversation. Do you want something to drink or to eat?”

“I’m sure this has been a difficult experience for you. What’s been the hardest to adjust to? What can we do to help?”
Watkins

“Just a glass of water will be fine,” Mwezi replied to the question. He leaned back in his chair, a furrow to his brow as he considered the second set of sentences. “It certainly has been difficult. But having Kula here has helped. Honestly I feel more myself now than I did on the Chernov, despite all the adjustments I’ve had to make since arriving here. I don’t know how much about Galdori psychology Starfleet knows in this timeline…” he gave a small shrug. “Well, the important info is that we’re empathic, but only to each-other. It’s like a private subspace frequency no other empaths seem to tap into. So I guess that’s the thing that’s been easy to adjust to.”

Watkins requested the glass of water and brought it over to him before taking a seat across from him. She nodded, listening. “I am assuming from the way you were talking you did not have Kula with you before? Being reunited with a loved one can often make difficult transitions easier to adjust to. I’m glad you have each other. How is she doing?”

“Something difficult… well, I don’t like thinking about the other timeline as being ‘in the past,’ because that means that everyone I know and loved (other than Kula) is dead,” he reflected. “I mean, they’re obviously long gone in this timeline, but for me it was just barely a week ago. I think that’s something I have to figure out on my own…”

Mwezi, CTO

“Well it is past, your past. Just like yesterday is past. For instance a week ago we were at the starbase. Those experiences and events are past, but that doesn’t mean the star base and those there are now gone. They are continuing in their present just as your friends on the Chernov are doing. Past doesn’t mean ancient history, just what came before.” She reached over for a mug off her desk and sipped at it. “What do you think you will want to do while you here on Leviathan. You should have something to keep you busy and not just sit around.”

Watkins

“I was alone on the Chernov, Kula was back on Galdor until the incident that led to our… transport into this timeline,” Mwezi answered in response to the counselor’s statement. Her question gave him pause. He actually sat still for several moments before replying, silently reaching out his senses to the only other of his species on the ship. Getting a feel of her emotional state from their empathic connection, he spoke again. “She’s content, although being less used to Starfleet has made her slightly uncomfortable. She’s bored, mostly. She’s set herself to some research goals - she’s trying to fine out what she can about the divergence in timelines between our universe and yours. From the feel of it, she’s found a few details, but not as much as she wants to find. I guess it’s the only thing she feels she can be useful at until we figure out what we can do here…”

“As for me, I’m not sure. The Captain did mention something about setting us in positions relative to what we already know. Or was it the XO who said that? I don’t remember. The last few days since our arrival and everything related to that have been… pretty stressful for the both of us. I like your way of thinking about the Chernov. That it isn’t ancient history, but as recent a past for me and Kula as the Starbase is for your group. Perhaps they are parallel in that way, due to the circumstances that led to my home timeline being created. Although, I suppose those details might not be as well known in this timeline as they are in our own…” he commented, thoughtful. Mwezi, it seemed, was a fairly philosophical individual.

“Regardless, you asked about my role on this ship. Or, what I might do. The job I had on the Chernov seems to have been split into many smaller roles on a larger ship like this. Weapons, Tactical, and Security forces were all lumped into one department in my day. I was in charge of making sure our Torpedoes were well stocked and ensuring that the person firing Phasers and Photon Torpedoes knew what they were doing. I was in charge of Security teams around the vessel, ensuring everyone was well trained and ready for any kind of combat situation. I was in charge of making sure the VIPs, the senior officers, were well protected on away missions. I often acted as personal bodyguard to Captain Taggart, as we had formed a bond of friendship and comradery and he trusted me with his life. Here, it’s not that practical to be doing that many jobs, so I’ve been temporarily placed in the position of Chief Tactical Officer in the place of NLt Hudges, who was killed during the… situation that led to me being here.”

“I’m in charge of weapons’ stores and making sure I and a small team are up to date on weapon use and firing patterns. Whether I stay there is up to my own performance. And whether the higher-ups decide to trust me and Kula with some of the more esoteric parts of this ship’s functions. We already know a lot because of how we ended up here, but whether we’re allowed to know any more that what we stumbled into is… up for debate. If not, we’ll be sent to your little Starbase until they figure out what to do with us in the long run. For now… we help where we can.”

Mwezi, CTO