Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in CNS Office-TAG Lt. Sural

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in CNS Office-TAG Lt. Sural

Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in CNS Office-TAG Lt. Sural Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻 Posted 22 June 2018 - 7:29am by Lieut (j.g.) Sathut (Counselor) (Miriam W) Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in CNS Office, TAG Lieutenant Sural : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Sathut (Counselor) in CNS Office, TAG Lieutenant Sural : : Posted by Lieutenant Sural (Chief Engineer) in CNS Office, TAG Lieutenant Sural : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Sathut (Counselor) in CNS Office, TAG Lieutenant Sural : : : Ahh, a vulcan! Sathut’s ears pricked forward in interest as he glanced over the Chief Engineer’s data. =^=Sathut to Lt. Sural, would you come to my Office for an evaluation? At your earliest convenience, of course. I look forward to meeting with you.=^= : : : : : : With a small sigh at the long list ahead of him, the counselor plugged on. : : : : : : - Sathut : : : : OOC: A glorious classic of posting before reading all the posts … oh well .. : : IC: : : : : This had been an expected call. Sural had found that his ‘counseling’ attempt previously had not been successful in the least. Logically that had been because of the lack of a counselor. He considered that this was something that had been, well, a help to him in being able to devote the time to familiarizing himself with the vast ship that he was now on. : : : : =^= I can free up time now =^= he replied. While there was much to do - truly one’s endeavors were never ending upon a ship that was no less than an integrated technologically vast city. However, he wished to have this element off of his agenda at last as it had been persistently migrated from week to week. =^= I will come presently =^= he said, shutting down his station. : : : : Not long later he was at the door to the counselors and pressed the chime. It was typically a form of mental sparring with counselors; for whatever reason they tended to try to get him to express his feelings. : : : : Sural, CE : : OOC: hah, I was about to comment on the other post that I’d already started this! ;D : : IC: When Sural 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 Vulcan. “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 Sural 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 Sural’s brow rose at the view of the furnishings. Quaint. Had he come into the outer room where the children reside during the actual session with a parent? Then he saw the feline. His next first thought was ‘Who would have dressed up a Sehlat to look like that?’ .. then he focused in on the curious little creature. His - he presumed it was a he - was dressed not unlike something out of an ancient Egyptian tale, or so he had made the connection. Whichever he was, he was very formal. Perhaps his culture was formalized in this way not unlike the Andorians that did that ritual to quell their adversarial instincts. His response to the greeting was to raise his right hand in the Vulcan salute. “Live long and prosper, Counselor.” The title was a bit of a ‘guess’ however he felt that it was statistically likely to be so. Looking, he chose a ‘seat’ and sat. “It has been quite some time since this vessel has had a counselor. I bid you welcome.” Sural, CE

“Please, call me Sathut,” the male said with a smile. Contrary to the Vulcan’s assumptions, the traditional garb was not ritual or anything of the sort. While the robe was merely a more comfortable clothing option to the regular Starfleet uniform, the bangles and earrings were of religious significance - similar to the earring of a Bajoran. As a counselor, he was allowed more wardrobe freedom than many of his fellow Raka in Starfleet were given.

“Thank you for the welcome, Lt. Sural. May I call you Sural, or is there a different title you believe would be more logical for me to call you by?” he asked.

Sathut

Sural had seen similar ‘style’ of garb in ancient Earth holos, generally to depict a ‘guru’ or, more often than not, what was considered a ‘confidence man’ in that era. He would have not been astonished to see Sathut begin to light incense or to come forth with a crystal ball. “Sural is only logical,” he said, realizing that he had generated a pun of sorts as the humans called it. “Sathut, are your people naturally counselors?” He was curious that way. For all he knew Sathut’s people may be adept at multi level marketing schemes and he the anomaly.
-Sural, CE

“Thank you,” Sathut said with a small smile. He found that of all the staff, the only one that had really given him trouble about names was the captain. And she was a hard one to please. He chuckled gently to himself, then turned back to the conversation. “No, actually. Most of my kind find that working with their hands is preferable to sitting in a stuffy office talking to people. But I found myself drawn to people and what makes them tick. And then I had a desire to assist others and, well, help maintain the psychological status of a ship,” he explained with a smile. “But enough about me!” he exclaimed.

“I am curious to know what skills and crafts your people excel in. I understand that their preferred workspace is outdoors?”

“Not entirely. As I said, my people are naturals at working with their hands. We build and design most of the physical infrastructure on Galdor, and the majority of our starships are designed by the Raka. Some like to work outdoors, but just as many love to work within closed spaces - the engine room of a starship, for example.” he explained.

“Were you cave dwellers, initially?” Sural inquired. Building. Enclosed spaces. He tipped his head to one side. “The Raka?”

“Is engineering a natural job for your people?” he asked, smirking slightly and hoping that the vulcan, even if he did not express emotions, would recognize his joke. Asking the same question, but turned around.

Sathut

“Logic is natural to Vulcans. Now. As such, disciplines that adhere to logic are ones which we are more apt to gravitate to. Math. Engineering. Music. Games such as chess. Science too is remarkably logical and involves the mixture of many disciplines. Hence, the reason that the most well known school on Vulcan is called the Vulcan Science Academy.”
- Sural

“Yes, Science. But engineering on a ship is not such a work of studying as much as it is a work of maintaining the physical integrity of a starship and its shuttles, would you not say?” Sathut said with a small smile. He was enjoying this conversation. A consultation with a Vulcan was less about their mental or emotional state and more about a beautiful dance of words that hopefully ended with him understanding the individual more completely.

• Sathut

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“I do beg to differ. There was once a quote by an infamous physician a century ago who said, ‘Engineers. They love to change things.’ Change infers study and a desire to increase efficiency and make things better.” He paused for a moment. “I agree that there is an impressive element of maintaining a vessel of any size. Indeed, often the greatest number of crew on a starship are associated with engineering. Yet, behind the scenes, the question that is often asked when undertaking a repair or preventative maintenance is ‘how can we make this better?’. That enlists the aid of the realm of possibility, and that is matched with study and the result is a unique and often new thing. This is why when one looks at the same class of ship a decade into their life that they are not the same ship. Efficiencies undertaken. Adjustments made. Hot tubs installed, for instance.”
- Sural, CE