Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hegush Falz (Chief of Operations) in Pre Sim: CNS Office - Psycological Evaluation
The Bajoran Ale Falz had managed to smuggle aboard with him stared with all the temptaions of an Orion slave girl, or perhaps of Alenis Meru, the fabled Bajoran Resistance Fighter who’s beauty and whispered promises had lured many gulliable Cardassian to their well earned deaths. His mother claimed that his sisters were decended from the fameous Alenis Meru and their own beauty was testomony to that. Hegush didn’t know if she was a real person or just a story the old cow had come up with to entertain his sisters Menia and Eezi. Eezi in particular had loved those stories, bragging about how one day she would do the same with her own looks as she was clearly blessed by the Prophets.

It was funny the ways the Prophets had for laughing at them.

His PADD alarm chimed, reminding him he still had to check in. He moved fast. Grabbing the bottle of Ale and shoving it far into the back of the small cupboard in his quarters. There would be time for the temptress later but not now. Now he had to check in. Starting with the Counsellors office. Doing his best to look like he knew where he was going, he navigated his way to the CNS office. Eventually he found himself where he wanted to be and rung the chime, quietly humming to himself as he waited.

Lt. (j.g.) Hegush
COO

Empty and devoid of furniture and wall trappings Torgh moved around the room contemplating the delivery. He had made no friends in the quartermasters in their needing to deal with the junk in the hall. Sure he had tossed a lot and some things had broken but that was craftsmanship failure and not his fault. Besides they just beamed it into irrelevance anyway. Now he was free to create what a true counselor’s office should be. Decanters of prune juice there. What the Terrans called medicine balls to toss about. Somewhere in his reverie he realized that he had heard the door.

Stalking to it, he let it open. Expecting to see someone smaller than him he was looking down. A long pause later he slowly peered upward. Nose ridges. He always thought that the Bajoran nose ridges were weak; Klingons had much better defined ridges. Still this was not a small man, nor did he look weak, but he was scrawny. Another look at his nose showed it a touch crooked. A warrior’s nose. It made him look more handsome, even with the weak ridges. He didn’t look like the quartermaster to talk about his interior design. Letting out a small sigh, he realized that he must have an appointment. One of these days he should look at his calendar. “What?” he asked.
Torgh