Posted by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - Bio-chemistry and Neuroscience (Attn: CNS)
Mark read the notice from the CO once more. Senior staff were to report with the CNS. Tapping the display in front of him he pulled up the block scheduling for the good doctor to see what was available. Of course it wouldn’t list what crew member had signed up when. He’d selected one of the blocks early in the morning. Captian’s orders. But better to get it out of the way. He was overdue for review anyway. Though it seemed his neurological scans had been neglected. There’d been extenuating circumstances thanks to the Viking’s past… eccentricities. He was surprised that Command wasn’t chewing on his rear end about it.

Quickly, he had pulled up the department schedule for his people and scheduled that same block of time as being out of office.

Only now, he was standing just outside the office door. Reaching over he tapped the chime button. In most cases it would have sent a silvery shiver through the air inside, but a lot of counselors preferred to keep it silent, only giving them a notification on a padd or their terminal. As he waited, the science officer took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly, even as his stomach tried to wander around on him a little. Why were his nerves up? That wasn’t like him.

Lt Woods, CSO

The door slid open silently to a room much different than most of the ship. It seemed the new Counselor was efficient at making the space less ‘clinical.

The office was obviously going to be different from the rest of the ship, and was already well on its way. It had the feel more of an old fashioned den or study than an office. It was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship and bookcases now lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects and in more than a few languages. The desk was moved, set against the opposite wall facing away from the corner, window to the left of a person seated at the desk and allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one of which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. A low table graced the middle of the area, and on it was a small bowl filled with softly glowing crystals. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs.

The man seated at the desk was wholly plain looking. So plain looking in fact that he may have been overlooked entirely except for the fact that he wore actual glasses on his face.

Korczak rose and said “Lt. Woods, a pleasure. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak.” and he held out his hands to the new arrival. “Please, have a seat. Would you care for anything to drink?” he asked politely. The man’s voice was clear and easy to understand, but his accent was certainly unique… as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for supremacy, but neither one was dominant.

Korczak, CNS