Posted by Lieutenant Ridge Parvenu (Chief of Operations) in Chief of Operations Mental Checkin
Ridge was not concerned with his mental evaluation these generally either went wonderfully or led to years of needed therapy. There was rarely a middle ground. His golden uniform, well pressed, expensively tailored, his appearance perfect in all ways otherwise. Ridge glanced both directions before stretching up on his tippy toes to press the chime and ask for admittance to the Counselor’s office.

Lieutenant Ridge Parvenu

Ashley was sat behind her large wooden desk in a large none standard black office chair. Behind her was a large black flag with a skull and crossbones in front of Mars with the words Mars Reapers. Next to the flag was a number of degrees all in psychology. Under the degrees was a glass case with a number of awards in from her survice in the marines including a silver star. On her desk was a photo of her team stood in front of 3 lightly armoured vehicles.

When the chim rang she looked over at the desktop screen to see she didn’t have any appointments. So she sat back in her chair and called “Enter”

Lt Farchild (CNS)