Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Pre-sim Psych eval with the Counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Pre-sim Psych eval with the Counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Pre-sim Psych eval with the Counselor
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Icarus stepped into the reception area of the counseling suites and was surprised to see no one about, not even a receptionist at the front desk.

He tapped his comm badge after a few minutes of waiting for someone. =^= Lt. Synth-ier, this is Lt. Remington. I’m on the counseling deck for our 0800 appointment. There deiesn’t seem to be anyone around currently.=^=

Remington (CIO)

Crewman Dean came down a corridor hearing a voice. She heard his statement that no one was around and pointed to a sign that said, “Down corridor B, Just call out.” Having heard him state his name Dean checked him in.

Casela walked out of her office. Another intelligence agent on the ship. Just wonderful. How many more would there be. She’d have to check the records again after her appointments. “Lt. Remington. Come on in. I’ve been expecting you. Have a seat.” Upon entering her office it was very sterile, not really any different than any other office on a star ship. 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. Most were bladed, some were blunt, and some were unique.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Icarus stepped into the room and before taking a seat, studied every detail. He smiled and said, “Nice to meet you, counselor. Though, I must admit your office is not quite what I was expecting. Most counselors are all about the happy, fuzzy decor in their offices. To get people to be comfortable and relax. I’m guessing you take a different approach to counseling?” He meant no disrespect to her, just making a point it was different. . . .

“Would you prefer something, more comforting? A little more coddling? We certainly have rooms for that. We have a whole deck. This room is my office. Evaluations conducted here, are not about solving your problems, they are about determining if you are fit for the job you’ve been placed into.” Her tone was simply netural, there was no evidence of disrespect of flipancy. “And on this boat, you’d better be ready for the job placed before you. There is no room for hand holding.”

“Before we start my eval, can I ask you a question, Casela? Do you mind if I call you Casela?”

She held up a hand to stop him. “Let’s pause there Icarus, may I call you Icarus?” she copied his tone and technique. “We’ve both had the training so let’s not start with the false trust and the posturing. And let’s not deceive ourselves into thinking that we’ve convinced each other to trust us simply because we think we played the game better.” Whether he was being sincere in his request or not, she was interested to see how he responded.

“I’ve read your personnel file, and I have to wonder how someone with you personality profile and military experience ends up being a counselor? In all honesty, you being a counselor seems very contradictory of other aspects of your training.”

Remington (CIO)

Once again reminiscent of her teacher, Casela raised one delicate brow. “And I’ve read your file, and I’m to believe your capable of being the head of our intel officers? You’ve crunched numbers, read and filed reports and sat behind a desk. In all honestly, you being head of intel seems a stretch for someone whose never been in the field and is now going to issue some of the hardest orders of any of the departments on this ship.” (OOC I’m basing this off of the thread with the admiral, bare with me if I make a mistake, I apologize in advance) Casela let that sink in for a moment. “So do you actually believe everything you read in a personnel file, Icarus Remington?”

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

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