Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in

Posted March 24, 2020, 11:14 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)

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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in

Posted by Cadet Matthew Christianson (Security Officer) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in

Posted by Cadet Matthew Christianson (Security Officer) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in

Posted by Cadet Matthew Christianson (Security Officer) in Counsellors Office- Cadet Christianson Checks in
Out of the three appointments of the day, this was the one Matthew was looking forward to the least. His mother was a ships counselor and thought he was insane to go into security instead of the medical field. Not only did she think that, but she made sure he knew how much she hated his decision. All Matthew ever wanted to do was serve like his father and grandfather did as ship security, protecting his crewmates, the occasional world saving wouldn’t be awful either; maybe someday being Chief of Security or a tactical officer one day. Christianson buzzed into the office. “Cadet Matthew Christianson reporting as ordered to see Lieutenant Commander Korczak for my psych eval.”
- Cadet Matthew Christianson, Security

The doors slid open to allow entry, and the office on the other side of the door was unlike any area in the rest of the ship. It 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. 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 behind the desk in the corner was a human male with Lieutenant Commander pips on his collar. The man was wholly plain looking; in fact so nondescript that he almost blended in with the office. His voice, on the other hand, was distinctive. “Please, Cadet. Do come in. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak, the ship’s Counselor. Please, have a seat.” and he indicated the siting area before the desk. The man had a most unusual accent, as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for control. Even with that, his speech was clear and articulate; with crisp pronunciation and diction. The only other noticeable fact of the man were the glasses perched on his nose… actual glasses.

Korczak stood and pushed said glasses up his nose a bit higher and moved around the desk. “If you would like a drink before we start, you are welcome to the replicator as well.”

Korczak, CNS

The atmosphere of books and old photos put Matthew’s mind to ease, it made him stop thinking about his poor counselor for a mother at least, allowing him to focus on the task at hand. Matthew would have been distracted by the old texts had the Lt. Commander now spoken up as he walked into the office. Before taking a seat Christianson took the offer of a drink from the replicator. “Thank you sir. Coffee,black.” Matthew sat in the available char and asked “What would you like to know about me first?”

Cadet Matthew Christianson security

Unlike most other Counselors, Korczak didn’t hold any kind of PaDD or note taking device. He simply sat in the chair, legs crossed, and hands on his knees. “Well, how about some small talk, shall we? How was your trip to the Challenger? Uneventful, I hope?”

Korczak, CNS

“The trip was pretty boring actually, apart from grabbing ‘last meals’ with some of my classmates and family before arriving it was uneventful. I did forget to pack my antique copy of The Art of War when I left Earth though, and I regret that every day. How are you, Sir?”

Cadet Christianson, security

Korczak smiled slightly and said “Not a question I get often, Cadet. So thank you. I am well.” He paused a moment and said “Os it the work itself you miss? Or was there something meaningful about that particular copy?”

Korczak, CNS

“I miss the work itself, I’ve always enjoyed ancient tactics and strategy, and after finding that in an antique shop I had to have it”

Cadet Christianson, security

Korczak nodded once in acknowledgment and then asked “So why does that particular work resonate with you?”

Korczak, CNS


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