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CNS Office - Lt Monroe reporting for evaluation

Posted July 5, 2019, 5:20 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Meredith Monroe (Chief Engineer) in CNS Office - Lt Monroe reporting for evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in CNS Office - Lt Monroe reporting for evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Meredith Monroe (Chief Engineer) in CNS Office - Lt Monroe reporting for evaluation
Fresh from her meeting with the skipper, Meredith headed for the next stop on her itinerary, the semi-dreaded meeting the the local head shrinker.

As she strode down the corridor towards the office, she reflected in her previous evaluations. They’d always proved constructive and helpful in the main, but she couldn’t help but grin at the thought of the opinion her ancestor, Captain William Monroe of his Brittanic Majesties Royal Navy, and his peers would likely have had of the practise.

She thumbed the door chime and waited.

Meredith Monroe - Chief Engineer

An oddly accented voice sounded out form inside and “Please come in.” and the door slid open and revealed a space unlike any other on the ship.

The office was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship; with the light coming from wall lamps rather than the typical overhead lighting and giving a less harsh, much warmer glow. Multiple bookcases with glass enclosed shelves lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects, and a quick glance would show multiple languages as well. The desk was set at an angle against the opposite wall to the door in the corner, allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one of which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs. Each depicted either places, individuals, or groups of people, and many were in black and white.

Seated at the desk was a plain looking human male with brown hair and brown eyes. He average looking; the kind of person that would be lost in a crowd of more than four or five people. He wore the blue uniform of the Science and Medical Sections, and Lieutenant Commander pips showed on his collar. There was one distinguishing feature about the man, however. Actual glasses were perched on his nose. He looked up, and a very odd accent issued forth, as if multiple accents were vying for control. “Hello. How may I help you?”

Lt. Cmdr. Korczac, CNS

“Lieutenant Monroe, Chief Engineer, reporting for my boarding evaluation Sir.” Meredith replied, her gentle lilting accent betraying her Hebridean heritage.

She stood at attention, a tall, broad shouldered presence that seemed somehow taller than the 6ft listed in her medical file. Knowing her tendency to fidget, she kept her hands clasped together behind her back.

Lt Monroe - Chief Engineer

A nod was the only physical acknowledgement of her statement, but the oddly accented voice said “I see. Please, be seated. Would you care for something to drink?” and he indicated a seat in the seating area and made his way to the replicator.

Korczak, CNS


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