Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Pre-Sim: Psychological Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim: Psychological Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Pre-Sim: Psychological Eval
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The mind, it fascinated her. Although, the unpredictable nature of emotions, and their devastating impact, had driven Ishtar away from ever choosing the path of psychological studies. She much rathered studying an animal, and the processes of their mind and body, rather than to deal with the incredible force of humanoid, sentient emotion.

Perhaps it sounded wrong, but Ishtar had never been the best at interpretting emotion, especially living in a family which essentially confined them and completely washed them away. A faint smile came to her face, at the thought. Part of her wondered if they still remained that way, but thinking of Grandmother Kamala, was enough to know that those traditions would never die, so long as she lived– and everyone had made it quite clear that dhe would outlive them.

Stopping by the Counselor’s office, in hopes of finding him there, she pressed her hand against the chime, before allowing it to fall beside her. She didn’t mind on going on a bit of a goose chase to find the man, but she preferred to have the luck of catching him in his office.

Lt. Ishtar Nhamashal
CSO

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 grey 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 right 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.

“Counselor,” Ishtar bowed to the smaller creature, of whom she held no foul manner for, regardless of their physical differences. “Shalom,” She spoke in the characteristic tongue of the Israeli people; Hebrew. Her fluency was clear, but her intentions hardly so, if one did not understand what she was saying. “Greetings to you as well,” She reiterated, her voice holding the trademark accent of her people.

When he did this, it would be shown to the CSO 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

Whether his hand bore five fingers or only three, the respect she held for the counselor was unchanged. She believed everyone deserved decency and reverence, regardless of their species. Thus, at this revelation, the science officer could only smile, and nod in gratitude, to the feline appearing man.

Crossing the room, she lowered herself onto the couch, crossing her legs at the ankle, her fingers brushing against the cushion of the couch, before finding a home in her lap. “Of course, Counselor.” Her voice did not seem to fluctuate much, remaining at a steady state of serenity; a trained aspect of her family. “My name is Ishtar Nhamashal, I am the new Chief Science Officer, if you were uncertain. I’ve come only for a psychological evaluation, if that is quite all right?”

Nhamashal knew nobody aboard this ship, thus, she knew no other way than to act strictly polite. After all, that was the best way to maintain calm.

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

Sathut shifted, crossing his legs under him and grasping a cup from beside his chair and sipping the cool water from within. “Before we begin, would you like something to drink? Water, Tea, Coffee?”

“Simple green tea would be lovely,” Ishtar offered a tiny smile towards the man, adjusting herself to become a bit more comfortable.

He purred quietly for a moment. “And it is quite all right that you are here,” Sathut echoed with a small smile. “I’m quite pleased to meet another one of this crew. Now, Lt. Nhamashal, what brings you to the Olympic? Why did you join Starfleet, and why Science?” he asked.

Sathut, CNS

“Many questions for an initial statement,” She chuckled, shaking her head in minute amusement as she drew time to contemplate her answer. “The Olympic is a fine vessel, but it was not my choice to become a member of it. When offered the position, I simply could not pass her up, more of a surprise rather than an intention,” she began, answering the first question with as much ease as she could manage.

“I joined Starfleet after my first year at the Vulcan Academy of Science. They helped me realize my true adoration for the sciences, and Starfleet allowed me to execute them in an environment that would promote the continuous discovery of new facts and perhaps new sciences, all in their own. Thus, the freedom, if you would, of Starfleet drove me here.”

“Lastly, science itself.. As Neil deGrasse Tyson once said, ‘Kids aren’t the problem, they are born scientists. The problem is always the adults, they beat the curosity out of kids.’ I suppose I never lost my curosity, it was never beaten from my bones as it may have been for others. In an odd way, that nature drove me towards science.. The study of curosity, in every form the word can take.”

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO