Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Fraiser Flynn (Security) in Pre Sim: Checking in with the Counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ilena Keelara Rox (CMO/CNS) in Pre Sim: Checking in with the Counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Fraiser Flynn (Security) in Pre Sim: Checking in with the Counselor
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Beep, beep beep, beep.

As the alarm went off Fraiser Flynn leaned back from where he’d been peering at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair so that it sat just right. He hadn’t really needed the alarm, but he wanted his timing to be perfect. He’d already shaved his face, so his skin was smooth and fresh. His uniform was on and fitted nicely around his frame, showing off his physic that he worked so hard to maintain. Not a stitch sat out of place. He knew he was attractive, if his face didn’t catch a lady’s eye then his body did and he took careful care to keep it that way.

He’d slipped onto the Wolverine early and a pretty enough Ensign had shown him around, he’d let her prattle on about things he didn’t care about offering his charming smile, the one that always won others over, at just the right moments to make her think he was listening. It was a smile that had very much worked on her. She had been doe-eyed as he’d told her some of his greatest endeavours. When they’d reached the door of his quarters, she’d looked disappointed that he hadn’t invited her in. He told her that he’d enjoyed her company, but he was tired and wanted to rest before he officially checked in, and maybe they could have a glass of wine later when he was feeling up to it. He’d see how he felt later.

Now that the Ensign had given him a feel of the ship and the people that lived and worked on board were like. He could then set his quarters up how he wanted them, and make sure his presentation was flawless. He’d pass his medical exam with no issues, he was strong, fit and healthy. He doubted he’d have any issues with the Chief of Security either. He was good at what he did, top marks at the Academy and a perfect record ever since. It was always the Counselors that annoyed him the most. They had a way of needling him, trying to get into his brain like they wanted him to fail, poking and prodding at things that didn’t need to be touched.

Who cared about something that happened 6 years ago? Who cared his father was dead or his eldest brother was in prison? He didn’t and he didn’t see why Counselors should either.

With one last check Lieutenant junior grade Flynn stepped out of the bathroom and spying an off-duty NE Flynn approached her. “Can I just say you have lovely eyes,” Flynn said flashing one of his charming smiles, “Sorry I couldn’t help myself. I probably should have introduced myself first, I’m Fraiser. I’ve just arrived, so I haven’t really made any friends yet.”

The NE flush at the compliment, “NE Emma,” she said returning his smile, “Welcome aboard. How are you settling in?”

“I’m just about to look for the Counselor now actually.” He paused, put his arm to the back of his neck and looked sheepish, “I’m not quite sure where to go.”

Emma smiled, “I was just heading past there, why don’t you just come with me and I can show you.”

Flynn flashed her another charming smile, he always loved it when they offered and he didn’t even need to ask, “You’ve really saved me there if you could. Maybe once I’m all settled on board, I could thank you with a drink,”

“That would be nice,” Emma flushed and smiled before stepping ahead to lead the way. Flynn grinned as he moved to follow her, letting her point out various people along the way for him to greet with his charming smile, taking special note of the ones in his department that he would soon be working with. Hopefully with the company of the NE, it would make a good impression if the Counselor saw he was already making friends on the Wolverine.

After all, first impressions were everything.

Lt. (j.g) Flynn, Security

The counseling office was nothing more than the CMOs office. One of the doctors pointed Flynn in the correct direction. Inside, the office was fairly normal. A single desk, the short end pushed against the wall, dividing the room in half. A single desk chair sat behind it with two before it. A single monitor and a steaming cup of drink sat on the desk. Monitors, PaDDs, and various medical equipment filled the shelves of the room.

The office felt tiny. “Jr. Lt. Flynn. Welcome.” The voice was deep and gravely. The man was easily 7 foot, and if he wasn’t, he was close enough for it to not matter. He chest and shoulders were wider than a barrel of blood wine. His brow ridges were prominent and handsomely sculpted. His long mocha hair was braided intricately and he wore a metal baldric across his blue uniform with the crest of his house pinned over his shoulder. “Sit,” the Klingon said, “I am Lt Cmdr J’molla Khommrarc. I will be completing your psychological evaluation.”

N Lt. Cmdr. J’molla Khommrarc, CNS

“Qapla’ Lt Cmdr,” Flynn greeted, thinking how fortunate it was that one of his previous Security Chiefs had been a Klingon and he’d learnt a few phrases from her during his time under her. He’d chosen that particular greeting as it was the one he was more accustomed to and although he wasn’t as sure as he liked it to be ‘nuqneH’ seemed out of place in this setting.

Something he wondered if that was something the Counselor quite often given his size and being Klingon. Not to mention the size of the room feeling like the walls were closing in he could imagine would unsettle some.

“Is this a two for one deal?” Flynn asked as he took a seat, seemingly completely at ease. “That’s efficient if that is the case.”

Lt. (j.g.) Flynn, Sec

J’molla nodded his head at the greeting and stared at him, “No. The previous chief medical officer was also the chief counselor. On a ship this small, that is usually the way. But necessity means I am here for now to cover the counseling needs.” He glanced once more at the screen and then turned it off. “Well let’s begin with why are you here on the Wolverine? What prompted this transfer?”

N Lt. Cmdr. J’molla Khommrarc, CNS

“Well at least I don’t have far to go.” Flynn joked

Necessity, the word stuck some curiosity in Flynn as he tried to remember if he had come across what that necessity was in his research of the Wolverine.

“I was needed on Earth” he said simply, not feeling the need to elaborate further than that. When his younger brother Bryan had said their mother been injured and he’d initially just taken leave but once had arrived and seeing her condition he had decided to step up and resign his position not knowing when he’d be able to return. Someone had to step up as man of the family. He had decided that because he was the most accomplished then that role had to be his. “Once I was no longer needed there I returned to space. I belong there and the Wolverine is a strong name. My record is exemplary so I applied. I knew I’d get the position,”

“What made you decided to be a Counselor?”Flynn asked, moving the conversation away from himself, “If I may ask that is. The majority of the Klingons I have met and now yourself have been in security, tactical or leadership roles.”

Lt. J.g. Fraiser Flynn, Sec

“I am in a leadership role, and I excel at tactics,” Khommrarc said, not taking the bait. It was always the same, such drollery from other species. “So you choose your potential placement on a name? An interesting process. What would you have done if you had not been accepted? What was your second choice?”

N Lt. Cmdr. J’molla Khommrarc, CNS

Flynn had been meaning a Captain or Executive Officer role, he certainly didn’t think councillors could be considered, at least in his eyes, a leadership role. All they did was ask pointless questions or listen to people cry over milk. He chose not correct it since he hadn’t specified. Unusual on his part. He chalked it down to the long travel out to the Wolverine dulling his normal charm a little.

“Names carry meaning. Meaning carries weight. Why do you think humans at least name their children after kings, military leaders or Captains? Even if it’s only a perception it’s like they want to bestow the gift of whatever that name means. Wolverine is a strong name and the Wolverine lives up to it’s name. It’s manned by strong officers with good reputations. Anybody would want to have a job on a ship like that.”

“If I were to put in an application for another ship it would be the Sentinel. Another strong name for another strong ship. Of course,” he smiled cocky and confident, “There was no if. I was always going to get this position. And I was right, because as you can see,” he gestured to himself, “I’m here.

“What made you choose the Wolverine Lieutenant Commander?” He flashed one of his charming smiles, “Can I assume it was for more than just the name?”

Lt. J.g Fraiser Flynn, Sec

“I did not choose the Wolverine Lt. I was specifically requested to come aboard.” Then he nodded very slowly. “The Sentinel was indeed a great ship. Her last captain was a great warrior. She was very picky about her security and tactical officers. Alas she was decommissioned in 2259. There has not been another ship of that name since.”

N Lt. Cmdr. J’molla Khommrarc, CNS

“A good Captain knows how to select a good crew,” Flynn winked, “How do you like working under Captain Quade? He has a very distinguished record and is quite accomplished. If you were requested does that mean you are quite close?”

Lt. j.g. Fraiser Flynn, Sec

“Colonel,” J’molla corrected, “Quade. I have worked with Marines before, and though Colonel Quade is the skipper of the ship, I would strongly recommend that a junior Lt not demote the Colonel to the lowly rank of Captain. As for myself, he has only just come aboard. I’ve never met him, and I haven’t had a chance to work under him. I restrain judgement until I have served with someone.” His intense black stare bored into him. “Let’s discuss your temper.”

N Lt. Cmdr. J’molla Khommrarc, CNS