Posted by Ensign Dr. Francis Stein (Doctor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Francis Stein (Doctor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein
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After speaking with the previous Ensign, Tal found that it would be wise to contact the latter, just as quickly as she had, the first. Looking over the file, once more, for the proper name, she tentatively placed her hand to her badge, glancing back at the file before she chose to speak. =^=Beveres to Stein, could you come down to my office for a quick evaluation, if you have the time?=^= She asked, well aware that he could, quite easily, be busy with an event in the Sickbay. Of all officers, engineers and doctors were amongst the most busy and without any spare time.

Lt. Beveres
CNS.

Silence over the comms but mere minutes later the door chime rang. “Ensign Stein to see you ma’am,” came the soft voice from the other side of the door.

Ens. Stein, Medical

“Come in!” A thickly accented voice rang from the other side, clearly from Human decent, but the sound was somewhat South African, Kenyan, maybe?

When the man stepped in, he would see that the room was shrouded in the warm light that the malprograming had finally allowed her to create. There was a new feel to the appearance of the furniture, as she had managed to get around to redecorating the office, now that she had been there for well over a year. While the replicator remained broken, essentially a lost cause to her, the remainder of the room had changed. The window straight ahead had a few pots of succulents, seeing as they could survive in such peculiar conditions. Before the window, a large, cushioned couch lay, a ragged blanket placed on the furthermost left seat, where a tiny Guinea Pig rested, her eyes seemingly closed. To the right of the couch, was a smaller, singular chair, a book rested on the wooden coffee table in front of it. Further to the right, a desk was placed in a uniform manner, despite the accompanying chairs being rather haphazard, in comparison. The desk was somewhat bland, but did possess holographic pictures of a dark woman and her family. While, around the room and behind the desk, there were few scattered photos. As for the woman herself, she was an young, athletic, curly haired Kenyan woman, her ringlets brushed from her large eyes, as she situated herself behind the mundane desk.

“Ah, Ensign. Come in, and have a seat.” Her smile was genuine, despite these words likely being engrained into her head. “I am Lieutenant Ta’lahali Beveres, but, please, call me Beveres.” She rose to her feet, offering a rather dark hand.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Stein moves stiffly and awkwardly. Not so much in a patronizing or even holier than thou but more like a socially awkward teen would. Avoiding eye contact at all costs and trying to keep himself as small as possible. “Yes Lieutenant. How may I be of use to you today?”

The man has a mop of dark salt and pepper hair on top of his head. It isn’t combed but it at least tidy. His cheeks are clean shaven. His frame is slightly with long spindly fingers covered in pale skin.

Ens. Stein

Tal noticed these mannerism, “Nervous?” She asked, softening her tone so it didn’t sound as abrupt or perhaps threatening, to him. “I simply wanted to get your psychological evaluation done, so I would be out of your hair for a year or so.”

She motioned to the chair, “Pleaee, have a seat.” A look of amusement soon came across her, “Unfortunately, I cannot offer you anything to drink.. my replicator has a mind of its own.”

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Francis looks at the offending replicator with narrowed eyes. “Have you told it to behave? Sometimes a strong word is all that it takes to get unruly children to obey,” he says in his mousy tone before looking back up to Beveres. “No, not really nervous. I am always this way. I have been told it is unsettling to some.”

“Oh, I do suppose that is a tactic that could be utilized to see if it does anything,” She hummed, glancing at the Replicator, she narrowed her eyes, “Behave!” It was more of a facetious act, than anything else. Turning back to Stein, she shrugged. “Unfortunately, I don’t think this child is so simplistic.”

He move to take a seat in one of the padded chairs, lowering his small frame into it as silently as possible. “I think that is why I accepted this posting. I like remote postings with fewer people to annoy me.

Ens. Stein

To her, he was not that small, as she stood relatively at the same height, so it hardly registered in her mind, as anything odd. “What positing were you at, prior to the Viking?” She asked, curious if he had always been on remote assignments, as opposed to larger ones.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Stein contemplates this question for some time before nodding, “The Draco, the Atlantis, then time back on Earth at medical headquarters.” The man reaches out to play with a knicknack Beveres has on her little table, if not the book which he opens and flips through. Before continuing, “Never really long enough to make much of an impact except to earn experience and save a few lives. “

“That is all that matters, eh?” Beveres asked, noting the way he was playing with a few of the items from the table. Which, she didn’t mind, it merely insinuated possible anxiety of uneasiness in the presence of the counselor. “Which of those was the most impactful?”

Setting the book back down he leans back and smiles more politely, more relaxed at the CNS. “My specialties are surgery and epidemiology. I seem to find my place studying the illnesses we have never seen before and mapping how they play out across populations.”

Ens. Stein, Medical

Ta’lahali was pleased to see that he had calmed down a bit, as she clasped her hands over her left kneecap, whose leg was crossed over the right. “Have you found any particular illness that interested you the most? Or do they all have a place?”

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Stein contemplates this for a long time, giving the question honest and through consideration before he opens his mouth and before closing it again. He tilts his head again and frowns before finally offering quietly, “Not especially. Each one has its place and each one in its place.” He smiles a moment more nodding, “Each one is different in how it infects the host. Why did you know there is one in a remote system in the Klingon Empire that only infects Klingons but both Humans and, interestingly, Cardassians can carry it?”

Ens. Stein, Medical

Bump

“Really? It is effective within the Klingon body, however Cardassians and Humans merely carry it? Are they also impacted by the effects of the disease, or are they like birds, and merely transport it from place to place?” Being of the Medical field, there was a certain curiosity than danced within her tone.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

“No reactive carriers, I believe they are called,” Stein says, “Well, they have been called many thing but I suppose that is as good as anything.” He smiles a little, “So tell me Lieutenant Beveres, why did you take this posting? You seem to be very social. Out of the way for someone like you.”

Ens. Stein, Medical

“Social? I suppose that is one way to explain it,” Beveres chuckled, shaking her head at the amusement arising from his remark. “The ship needed a counselor who wasn’t going to be scared away by a little space ghost. I, being a naive young officer, didn’t believe them. So, I took the position, and I was proven wrong within my first few days.” She admitted, shrugging as she explained. “This isn’t about me, though. It is about you. So, how about you? Why Viking? Or were you without a choice?”

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Stein caught the deflection and rolled with it for now, “Oh a little of both. I was up for reassignment and I was fine with somewhere away fro prying eyes. Or rather away from too many other people. People, as a rule, annoy me,but they are fascinating aren’t they? I mean that is why I got into medicine. Pathology.” He tilts his head ever so slightly and grins, “What about you, Lieutenant? Why did you get into medicine? Do you like prying open our minds and see what makes us tick, tick, tick?”

Ens. Stein

“Viking is a rather off-beat ship. It does not follow the same methods of other ships and tends to find itself on alterior paths. I cannot say that this is worthy of surprise. Anyone can come aboard this ship and just feel that it is different.” A faint smile tugged at her lips, “Are you finding the ship to be worthy of your anti-socialism, so far?”

Ah, another way to shift the topic back. She fought the urge to facetiously roll her eyes. After all, this seemed to be a game between two offers who knew their way around the mind. “Yes. It is fascinating to see how the mind has a way of making people believe they are one thing, when totally antithesis. Or how the mind is so powerful as to corrupt a person right before their very eyes, and yet they are blind to it.”

She shook her head, “But I am here to not only study, but assist. You cannot heal a mental illness, but that does not mean you cannot teach someone to use those flaws to assist in their own self-healing, if you would.” She was a woman who believed in the fact that people don’t change, as they become more of who they truly are. In fact, she discovered people never changed, with their traits, but their thoughts did. Thus, an assassin could become a martyr, if they learned to use their flaws to their strengths.

“And you? What keeps you so interested in medicine? Is it simply the way our bodies work? Or is there something beyond that beloved pathology?” The longer they talked, the less she was sweet with him. He did not seem someone who needed to have such a gentleness to be talked to. He seemed strong, capable of handling whatever came to him. “And for that reason, are you more interested in the development of medicine to inhibit the cause or effect of a disease, or the physical treatment or diagnosis of it?”

Lt. Beveres

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“Mm,” Stein said with a momentary thought before moving on to answering the litany of questions leveled his way, “Well anti-socialism is the way of a military ship, but yet it is the Federation, so socialism, is established as a rule of law. When there are no resources it is hard to maintain a capitalistic society.” He pauses before he moves on to the next question, perhaps out of order.

“Medicine is, and will always be, a love of mine. Think of all that we can do, and achieve, working towards the singular goal of improving humanity. Think of the leaps and bounds we can make if we figure out if other worlds hold the cure to our deepest problems,” He continues, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly, fending off some pent up glee at the thought. “Puzzles that are meant to be solved, Lieutenant.”

“They may be meant to be solved. However, not every puzzle has the pieces you’re looking for. It isn’t uncommon for you to nearly finish the jigsaw, only to find you are missing a single, significant piece within it.” Beveres was a rather tentative woman. She saw medicine as theories woven into fact, a branch of inexplainable science to those who hadn’t the patience to listen.

He pauses then and tilts his head the other way, “So you don’t believe all illnesses can be solved, that cures can be found? Have you given up hope so easily to not believe in more aggressive approaches? Surely it has been proven time and time again that you can reprogram someone’s core personality. You can’t assure anyone how it will come back out, but you can do it with the right blend of drugs and liberal application of questionable ethics.”

Ens. Stein, Medical

“I don’t believe they can all be solved simply,” Beveres remarked. “Every illness has a cure, but that does not mean we will have the resources of even the knowledge to discover it. This is partially why cancer was such an issue, for several centuries. As the human capacity for knowledge was so limited at the time, they continued to overlook the simple answer that would have been able to lead them to their solution.” She informed.

“It is less about whether or not I believe they can be cured, as opposed to believing there is never an easily road to a cure. However, this is only for physical illness. Mental illness is much different. It is rooted into the depths of the mind, constantly confusing and confounding its victim. Mental illness cannot be cured, as it is a defect of the mind. You cannot heal bipolar disorder, but you can treat it to become tolerable. You cannot heal post traumatic stress disorder, but you can offer the tools to grow with it. Mentality and physicality are two very different things. So, while a physical cure can always be found, a mental cure is not so often the same.” Essentially, She was saying she believed in physical illnesses having a cure, but not that of mental.

“Even with a flurry of drugs and questionable procedures, to tell a patient you have cured them of their mental instabilities, would be a lie. Even if they are doing better, there is still the faintest sliver of that illness always there in the subconscious psyche.”

Lt. Beveres
CNS