Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in CNS Office-TAG Ensign James Holmes

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in CNS Office-TAG Ensign James Holmes

Posted by Ensign James Holmes (Security Officer) in CNS Office-TAG Ensign James Holmes
Ensign James Holmes had already settled in to his quarters. He had made himself at home, adjusting to the new atmosphere that he is around, full of species that he had never seen before in person, but only on screens back at home on Earth. Today was a new beginning for James Holmes, his journey had already started at the Starfleet Academy, but now this was where his real journey began: ‘To boldly go where no man has gone before’.

James was laying on his bed, checking off what had to be done as part of his checking-in process. He had done everything except for three simple things: sickbay, counsellor’s office and reporting for duty with the head of department.

He decided to go to the counsellor’s office at first, so got off his bed with a spring in his step, and put on his shoes supplied by Starfleet, which were surprisingly comfortable. James then exited his quarters, and began to walk the labyrinth of corridors towards the counsellor’s office. He knew it would take a while to get adjusted, but he was ready for whatever came his way.

Holmes, Ensign

He might soon discover that perhaps he was not quite so prepared as he thought. Then again, not many expected a ship’s counselor to be a small felinoid the size of a house-cat.

When James pressed the chime, the door opened with a shhk, revealing the counselor’s office behind. The decor of the office was strange, to say the least. Other than the nice, human-sized couch, everything looked like it had been manufactured for a child. The desk was half the height of a normal one, and even the computer looked small. There was a chair opposite to the couch that, strangely, was proportioned for a child but was tall, almost like a high chair. The counselor himself, well…

The man was a feline alien, no more than three feet in height when standing. He wore a sleeveless flowing Turquoise robe, with gold, silver, and reddish embroidery covering it in intricate detail. Honestly he’d rather wear nothing in regards to cloth, but that didn’t seem to be approved of around here. On his ears were a selection of bright golden rings, some with small gems embedded in them. His wrists bore woven rope bracelets, the right arm wrapped from wrist to elbow in braided twine. His right leg, although not visible from where he was seated, bore an intricate silver brace, the metal woven in its own patterns.

The small alien stood and walked to the open door to greet his guest. “Greetings,” he said, his head dipping respectfully. His palm rested on his chest, then extended out in a graceful motion towards the human. “May your hearts beat strongly, and your love grow wide,” he spoke as he performed the action, then pulled his hand back, folding his hands in front of himself. A greeting that, like the Vulcan Salute, did not require physical contact. Convenient, given the great size differences between the four terrestrial sapient races on the counselor’s home planet.

When he did this, it would be shown to James that on his hand he had three fingers and a thumb, as opposed to the regular four and a thumb. “Thank you for coming. Please, take a seat,” he spoke, gesturing to the comfortable looking couch, then moving over to his chair and gracefully leaping into it. He sat like a house cat, his hands folded beneath his chest.

Sathut

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