Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Starfleet Complex- Rewriting Narratives

Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) in Starfleet Complex- Rewriting Narratives

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Starfleet Complex- Rewriting Narratives
Sharah was right, and the worst part was that deep down Eela had known this day was necessary. She wasn’t adverse to therapy (she was a trained psychologist, after all), and she had done the work after her injuries and retirement so that she could find a way to move on.

But things were different now. She was different. In the time between then and now a lot had happened and she was now at a point where she was ready to sit in the mire again and sort it all out. It didn’t mean she was looking forward to this session, but it would also give her the opportunity to meet the new counsellor.

Mika didn’t have even have to arrange to meet Dasca herself as the Lieutenant Governor’s office had sent a message asking for available appointment times. After a couple back and forths with Dasca’s Executive Assistant, Cort Belanger, they nailed down a day and time.

Ever one to be punctual, Eela arrived five minutes before 1500 hours. She nodded to the security officer on duty as she swiped her credentials.

“Good day, ma’am,” the tall Human said, giving her a warm smile.
She smiled back. “Hello, Lieutenant Carr. How’s that little girl of yours?”
“Much better, thank you for asking.”
True relief spread over her face. “Oh, I’m so glad. Sick kiddos are so rough. I remember when mine were that age. It’s hard not to worry.”
“Indeed,” Carr said. “Have yourself a good day, Ma’am.”
“And you as well.”

Moving through the complex to the East Wing, she found the room on her schedule. She had come from other meetings so was in her standard business wear, and undid the buttons on her dark blue blazer and rolled her shoulders a couple times to loosen the tension. Some of it was from her meetings, the rest was anxiety about this session. Taking a deep breath, the Haliian pressed the chime.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Mika was, as Captain McBride had said, busy. Busy getting things in order, busy reviewing cases and case loads and who everyone in her department was and what they specialized in.

It was a lot. It was really, really a lot. That was okay though, she could handle it. It was fine, really and honestly. Well, it would be. Once everything was all set up and ready. She had left her afternoon open for appointments. That was more enjoyable than all this paperwork. She honestly liked the people part of her job. The people had been her favorite part of medical and it was her favorite part of counselling.

When the chime rang, she called, “Come in!” She hadn’t had a chance to fully set up her office yet, but her things were all there. A bookshelf sat in the corner with medical texts, psychological texts, and some fictional books piled next to it. She’d set up her desk to keep everything organized but organized it was not. Her things she was working on were scattered across the surface.

There were three chairs in the office: her chair behind her desk, and two simple, somewhat padded chairs she’d managed to snag from someplace else on the opposite side of her desk.

It seemed the only thing she had taken the time to fully set up so far were the pictures on her wall. Most of them were of her and various Cadets aboard the Academy’s training ship: The first, a photo of Mika’s arm around another girl, leaned into her, both girls grinning wildly. Their uniforms were both blue medical/science, junior Lieutenants. The next was a photo of herself and a Cadet, a man who looked about the same age as Mika did in the photo. Then was a photo of Mika and Sharah, except in the photo, Mika wore a junior Lieutenant’s uniform and Sharah wore that of a medical Cadet. The third was another photo of Mika and Sharah, aboard a different ship, Mika’s uniform showed the pips of a full Lieutenant and Sharah’s, a junior Lieutenant. The fourth was an image of a different ship, Mika and a girl with hearing implants. The photos were arranged carefully on the wall, giving each its own space and presentation, obviously meant to be seen.

Mika herself sat behind her desk, her hair a little messy, like she might’ve run her hands through it several times, looking over a PaDD. When the door opened, she looked up and smiled, a warm and friendly smile. “Hello. You must be Dasca.” She stood and offered a hand. “Lieutenant Mika.”

~ Lt Mika, CNS

Entering, Eela was ever the poised woman she usually appeared to be in public. The long black wavy hair was twisted and pinned at the back of her head and the her hazel eyes took in all the details of the room, missing little. She didn’t expect Mika to be fully settled in and everyone managed those tasks differently, but she noted there really wasn’t an area to sit besides the desk, and that would make for an interesting dynamic. However, she was more interested in the way Tandra Mika approached her, which she knew and assumed about the woman who today was her client, her patient.

Many Humans valued that moment of connection a handshake offered, and Hallians too valued touch. But of course for Dasca it was different. As she reached out, Eela reinforced her mental shields to protect herself from Mika’s mind, since this was not the intent behind the Lieutenant’s gesture. She didn’t mind (and Eela was well used to shielding herself), but it did mean the touch telepath was now withdrawn behind a wall she’d have to pull herself out from in order to be present in this session.

As she took Mika’s hand, Eela bowed her head. “Please, I think given the nature of this session, it’s best we not stand on formalities. Call me Eela here.”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Mika gestured to one of the simple chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “Eela, then. Please, sit.” She moved around her desk herself and sat in the other one. Then she smiled a little, “I’m sorry. I know it’s not much to look at yet. My last posting was as a CMO. I didn’t need nice chairs for that.” If she had known Eela was a touch telepath, she would not have offered a hand. But her knowledge of Hallians was… Admittedly lacking.

She smiled again, more confidently, and gave Eela a more serious, though friendly, look. “What brings you to my office today?”

~ Lt Mika, CNS