Dius steeled his expression as he exited the turbolift to the deck on which the counsellor’s office was situated. With a flick he checked his wrist chronometer to ensure that he was not running late. He was in a bit of a foul mood as he exited the lift. He loathed and avoided all counsellors as much as possible. Doubly so the telepathic ones. He understood the necessity of service based psychologists and counselling in general. But every last one that he had ever met simply assumed that his life was their business and that they could simply consume it at their will.

Even if he wasn’t using Star-Fleet as a cover life to stay ahead of and protected from pursuit he wouldn’t exactly be warm to the idea of someone automatically assuming they owned the right to rifle through your experiences. But he would simply play the religious card and be moderately obstructionist until the counselor in question gave up as they had every other time.

He rounded the corner almost the exact time as the last person he wanted to see right now, Captain Thorne. Apparently the universe was going to take perverse delight in screwing with him today, about the only way it could get worse is if a Quad just magicked itself out of thin air.

“Ohh for Fu....Captain, what are you doing here. I am scheduled to speak with this Counselor at precisely.....” and he looked at his chronometer again “Now. Or was this appointment a ruse to get me alone and can we expect security to be making a unwarranted appearance too.” Dius said as he subtly sneered at thorne.

– Ensign Dius Olsen Bogir, Scientist