Posted by Ensign Mike Gareth (Security Offcier) in [Pre-Sim] Psychological Evaluation
After finishing up with medical, now it came down to the part he dreaded. He never really understood why, but he had always hated dealing with counselors and psychologists always trying to make sense of what he thought or what actions he took. It always sounded like they’d try to change the way he viewed things to be more like theirs. It was completely irrational of course and even he know it to an extent, but he couldn’t help but feel completely uneasy every time he had to speak with a counselor. With an exasperated sigh, he pressed the chime on the door, winding through his own thoughts just waiting for a sound that somewhat sounded like a request for him to enter or something similar.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

A male voice with a pronounced Scottish brogue said “Come in, it’s open.” and the doors slid open to reveal the Counselor’s office.

Decorated in a warm and calming manner, the office was welcoming and not at all like the rest of the offices on board. The desk had been moved to the corner of the space where the bulkhead met the outer hull’s windows, opening the office space up for a seating area large enough to hold more than the single individual that most often came to talk with the ship’s Counselor. A couch and a few chairs were set around a small table, on which sat a crystal bowl filled with multicolored glass beads that seemed to have a small amount of internal light inside them. Two chairs sat facing the desk, probably allowing for more formal conversations or for administrative needs.

Low bookcases lined the walls, each one closed with a glass fronted door with brass hinges, in which sat some real books, many notebooks, and a few bookends of various sizes and shapes. On the wall behind the desk were several pictures on either side of a display case. Each shelf was filled with a few items the young officer seated at the desk had collected so far; but on the top shelf prominently sat a single item housed in a rounded glass display: The Star Fleet Marine Corps Distinguished Service Cross.

The officer himself was something of an anomaly as far as Counselors went, as well. Seated at the desk, the human male was still striking in size. Broad shoulders seemed to fill out the blue uniform of the Medical and Science section in a manner that seemed to contradict the norm, and the broad chest was obviously well-muscled. Bright blue eyes looked up from a handsome face graced with a warm smile. Blonde hair cut more akin to a Security officer or Marine topped his visage, and Lieutenant Commander pips on the collar seemed to contrast starkly to the man’s youthful appearance.

The appearance of the man was not at all unfamiliar. The former Security Chief of the Challenger looked up as the door opened and a broad smile crossed his face. “I know the galaxy isn’t all that large, lad. But really? You chased me down all the way out here?” and stood up and held out a hand to Gareth and gave out a hearty laugh.

Sinclair, CNS