Side Sim: CNS Office – Psych Eval

Posted March 17, 2023, 10:39 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Sorazo Dar (Counselor) (Travis Good)

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Posted by Cadet Milan Ajani (Doctor) in Side Sim: CNS Office – Psych Eval
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Milan pulled out the PADD as the turbolift doors closed. His eyes rolled down the page mentally checking off the onboarding checklist. His mouth moved faintly as he mumbled to himself – report to sickbay, find your quarters, find the crew lounge, get security logins…

His voice trailed off as he got to the end. Seems like he had done everything he needed to except… “Counselor’s Office,” he groaned. There was a beep from the computer and the turbolift started moving.

He scrolled back to the top of the list, hoping there was something he had missed. Something else he could do instead of having a psychological evaluation right now. Of course, there wasn’t but one could hope. The turbolift beeped again and the doors slid open with a whoosh. Milan stuck the PADD into his jacket and started down the corridor. A few seconds later the Counselor’s door came up on his right. As he reached for the call button a small thought crossed his mind. Wouldn’t it be just his luck if after a decade of medical school and Starfleet academy training he were to be found insane the first day he was assigned to a starship. A small laugh escaped him as he hit the chime.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

Sorazo was busy drawing the mural in his office on the walls before he started painting when he heard the chime. He looked over at his wrist crom and did not realize it was that time already. “Where does the time go?” he muttered as he turned to face the door. “Come in please.” Muttering he said, “Let’s see what we have behind door number one Johnny!” He said smiling.

Lt. Commander Sorazo Dar, CNS

Milan drifted in to the office slowly. From the corner of his eyes he could see a large mural being sketched onto one wall. He carefully avoided looking at it. I will not get involved, I will not get involved he thought to himself.

This was a very strange ship. Bajoran kitchens in the middle of sickbay. Random murals in the counselor’s office. There’s probably a hedge maze on the bridge. But this wasn’t his job. Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor not a interior decorator. He was about to laugh at his own joke when he remembered where he was. This was gonna be harder than he thought. It was like trying not to laugh in a solemn occasion.

“Cadet Milan Ajani reporting as ordered,” he said, coming up to attention once again. He offered the PADD in his hand, which showed his assignment orders.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

Sorazo looked at Milan up and down then smiled again as he took the PaDD from the Cadet. “Please have a seat over there and help yourself to any refreshments while I read over your PaDD.” He pointed to a nice wooden coffee table with comfortable looking recliner type chairs surrounding it. There was a cart that was full of pastries and finger sandwiches and the Replicator was on the counter three feet from that.

“Thank you,” Milan said cheerfully, making for the snack at maximum speed. He popped a small sugar coated cake into his mouth before he had time to wonder what it was then began to carefully fill a small plate. He wondered whether this was a test of some sort. Maybe they were trying to evaluate his emotional state based on what cakes he chose. Or maybe he wasn’t supposed to choose any at all. Oh well, he would find out soon enough. He carefully carried his small treasure trove over to a recliner and got comfortable.

Looking over the PaDD Sorazo walked back over to the Cadet and handed him back the PaDD, then he sat down and poured himself some coffee. “Cadet Ajani. I am Lieutenant Commander Sorazo Dar. Pleased to meet you. Now that that is out of the way, you can call Sorazo or Mr. Dar and if you would permit me, I would like to call you Milan or Dr. Anani.”

“Milan is fine, sir” he said between bites. He was halfway through another pastry when he caught himself, “…that is Milan is fine Mr. Dar”

“Great! Sir is fine as well. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“I guess we should get started. I read your profile but there was not much there. So I will let you speak first, whatever you want to talk about, before I ask some standard questions Doctor. OK?” He took a sip of his coffee as he waited for the gentleman to speak.

Lt. Commander Sorazo Dar, CNS

Nice, a classic Milan thought. This is where he was supposed to lean back and blame everything on the time his mother refused to get him that toy when he was 5 years old. Except there wasn’t a toy and his mother hadn’t been the type to withhold anything and Milan would rather have been asked a question than be forced to talk about himself. He popped another snack into his mouth and put the plate to the side with a sigh. Let’s get the show on the road.

“Stop me if you’ve heard this one before,” he started, reclining in his chair. “Man falls off mountain breaking half a dozen bones, spends six months trapped in a rehab facility learning to function again, decides – in a feat of logic rivaling that of a vulcan high priest – to explore the galaxy by joining interstellar organization requiring years of academy training in the prime of his life. A decision he is only 62% bitter about most days.”

He reached for his plate again, “34% when there’s cake.”

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

Sorazo just stared at him for a moment before he spoke. “Dr. Ajani. Please take this seriously. I am not pulling out your teeth or torturing you. Give me and my profession some respect.” He said sternly. Then in a more polite tone. “I can ask you questions first if it helps to get the ball rolling. (You do not even have a character bio, so that is why I was asking if you wanted to go first.) Now you mentioned that you hurt yourself before you decided to think deep thoughts about going to med school and then joining Starfleet. So, tell me why you decided to join Starfleet then?” He leaned in closer. “And I will let you in on a little secret Cadet. If you think you mostly regret your decision about joining now, it will only get worse.” Then he leaned back. “But that depends on you. Everyone has different feelings about their time serving in Starfleet. It is up to you and you alone to decide if you want to make it the best time of your young life or the worst. And with your attitude right now, you will more than likely hate your career. My career is filled with ups and downs. I have to talk to a counselor once a week about my trauma from the wars. I am not immune to any of this.” He waved his hands to encompass his whole office. “I too have to check in with sickbay, security, the Xo and the Captain and even have to check in with the CNS whenever I come aboard a new ship and guess what? So does the Captain. Every captain. So get used to it right now buckeroo. Now. Again, you mentioned that you hurt yourself before you decided to think deep thoughts about going to med school and then joining Starfleet. So, tell me why you decided to join Starfleet then?”

Lt. Commander Sorazo Dar, CNS

OOC: Apologies if I offended you in any way by my response.


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