Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Duvosa (Security Officer) in Obligatory mental examination. Or M’Nalie vists the head shrinker.

Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Psychiatrist) in Obligatory mental examination. Or M’Nalie vists the head shrinker.

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Obligatory mental examination. Or M’Nalie vists the head shrinker.
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M’Nalie stopped, stood and turned, “You asked me if I had anything to volonteer I did so. It helt like a final question so I assumed we were done.”, she rumbled matter of factly. “What does it matter where I am? I am a clan warrior. I will die when it is time to die. If I hid from fate, I would still die. If I took a harrem and had a thousand kits, my species would still die. I can nuot change those things. Nor would I want to use the means the //housecats// used to change my kits if I had any, to adapt to Cait and live on. We are not native to Cait. It rejects us. But the price of survival as a species, Better to die off.”, and her tone was getting angry as she spoke the rumble deeper with a touch of growl becoming evident. “Not everything is eternal. Entropy eats at the universe and everything ends councilor. We. I chose to go out with dignity intact. Not that anyone will notice in the end. Why am I not at home? Because my people are as depressing as this speach councilor. Because going through the motions is not going to improve things. Because I have no interest in being a baby factory and less interest in being my mothers hier to rule the clan. Do I look like a princess. Do you think I can smile and encourage my people knowing they are doomed. I am in Space because it isn’t Cait. Are you happy? Can I leave now?”, her ears had gone flat, her tail lashed wildly and she leaned in over the desk. “I am not a nice person when angry. I wanted to avoid this. Do. You. Understand.” She snarled.

Ana got to her feet so quickly that her chair crashed backward behind her, her black eyes darkening even further. Leaning forward over her desk, she rested her weight on her arms as she stared down the ensign. “Do I need to remind you that your path to duty goes through me?” she responded, harshness creeping into her previously tentative and soft tone. “You can leave when you calm down and figure out how to communicate in the manner expected of a Starfleet officer. Sit down, Ensign…” Her voice trailed off suddenly as she recalled the seating difficulties in her office but she pushed the momentary blush aside to continue her stare down of the engineer.

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

M’Nalie flicked an ear at the councilor and let out an exasperated huff full into the councilors face. “Did I tell you I have anger issues I was working on? Yes Yes I did. Did I try to exit when I felt my temper was getting the better of me? Yes yes I did. Did the councilor unwisely choose to show dominance and keep me from leaving? Yes, yes she did. Am I still here talking to the councilor because she is again being rather foolish? Yes, Yes I am.”, and she swung a arm in a slow trajectory at the chair she had been pretending to sit on knocking it out of the way and sat on the floor. Facing away from the councilor. “You may keep me here but I am done talking. You can choose to keep me from my job if being a petty tyrant is yor goal. But I have told you what you asked for. You have forced me to admit my greatest shame. I am done with you. Sir!”, and she sat elbows on her knees head propped on her hands staring at the door.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Ana stared incredulously at the engineer as she ranted. She would be the first to admit that her counseling skills were not the finest, but this was by far the most absurd situation that she had ever heard of. With adrenaline coursing through her, the crash of the chair as it was knocked out of the way didn’t make her jump this time. Her hand slapped the comm badge pinned on her teal trimmed uniform with an overuse of force as, in a deadly calm voice, she spoke:

=/\= Darren to Security. I have a patient that requires your assistance. =/\=

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

M’Nalie flicked an ear as the councilor called security. She would of left but she had been ordered to sit. So she sat. She would of told the councilor that calling security because someone had followed your orders was going to make the councilor look foolish. But she had declared she would no longer speak to the councilor. So she sat. That she sat facing the door and not the councilor didnu’t in any way break any rules. It was rude. But she had followed every order the councilor had givin from the moment she had entered the room. She had volonteered information beyond what was asked. To her thinking the only thing she had done wrong was loose her temper. She had even told the councilor she was working on anger issues at the start of the interview. She let out a exasperated sigh. She was going to have to deal with another compaint against her.
Likely get a stern talking to again. And that idea was definately not helping her relax. So she started doing some deep breathing exercises. Trying to focus her thoughts and find the calm center of her being.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Ana drummed her fingers on her desk impatiently, waiting for a response from security. She took the time to study the very large feline in front of her, wondering what had gone so suddenly wrong in this evaluation. A mere question into Eshenti’s motivations seemed to be an awful hair trigger for such anger issues and she felt obligated to report the issue in the event that these anger issues were directed at one of the close-knit crew of the Ogawa.

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

The door chime rang at that moment.

-Lt jg Duvosa, SEC

“Enter!” Ana yelled, the abruptness in her voice even shocking her. The door quickly slid open to reveal the scene in the psychiatrist’s office. Ana jumped to her feet as she identified the security officer that had arrived. “Ensign Eshenti needs to be confined to quarters until a complete psychological profile has been complete,” she stated, her tone remarkably matter of fact.

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

M’Nalie Stood and looked at the security guard. “Ensign M’Nalie could have walked unaided to her quarters had she not been ordered to sit here and not leave by the Lt. Ensign M’Nalie will happily comply with her evaluation when a competent councilor is provided. Ensign M’Nalie. Would prefer her name was used in refering to her and not a unofficial honorific that she carries at the bequest of the Federation office of Diplomatic Affairs. While Ensign M’Nalie is proud to have served the Ibwazi People, the title is not recognised by Starfleet but has been added after my name by a error of the chief registars office, That so far remains unresolved.”, M’Nalie stated to the sec guard and zssuming the sec guard moved to let her pass she would exit without looking back.” And wait in the corridor for her escort.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Ana stared at the Caitian in a remarkable mixture of surprise, fury, and amusement as she exited her office. Her black eyes turned to Duvosa with a silent plea of “HELP” and then flicked back to the door.

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

Duvosa moved slightly to the side to allow M’Nalie slide past her. Giving the Caitian a cold stare, she peeked her head back into the office.

“You wish her to be escorted to her quarters?” She asked Ana. The question was direct but there was a softness in her eyes that nonverbally seemed to be asking if Ana was all right.

-Lt jg Duvosa, SEC

M’Nalie just kept going why the Lt. Had felt a need for security at all was beyond her. So if the security officer was going to ignore her she saw no need to wait on her. It wasn’t like anyone had told her to wait after she left the office. She was impatiant and angry and all she wanted was to get away from everyone and the councilor seemed intent to provoke her. if the security officer was going to escort her she was going to have to hurry, because M’Nalie pressed the call button for the turbolift, and that was all the time she would wait.

Ensign M’Nalie. Engineering.