Posted by Ensign Roger Sanks (Engineer) in Side Sim- Ensign Sanks (CNS) Psych Check-In
After getting done with his medical check-in, he went to the next office on his list. Lt. Commander Sinclair’s office. The computer alerted Lt. Commander Sinclair of the ensign’s presence. Ensign Sanks stood outside and waited for the Lt. Commander.
Ensign Sanks
Engineering

A deep Scottish brogue from the other side of the door said “Please come in.” and the door 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.

Seated behind the desk was a human male with a build that did not make him seem like a Counselor. Broad shoulders and obviously muscled arms framed a large and well-muscled torso, visible even in the blue uniform that seemed to not be quite… ‘right’… on the heavily muscled man. Short blonde hair cut more like a Marine than a ship’s counselor sat atop a handsome face with bright blue eyes. As he saw the Ensign in the doorway, his lips formed into a smile of genuine warmth. He stood up, and it was apparent immediately that the Counselor was far above average in height as well.

“Ah. Ensign Sanks. Do come in. I am Lieutenant Commander Sinclair, the ship’s Counselor. Please… have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?” he asked as he indicated the seating area and came around the desk.

Sinclair, CNS