Posted May 29, 2020, 10:31 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Cadet Satyol Kastyi (Scientist) in CNS Office - Cadet Satyol Reporting for Psychological Evaluation
Posted by Cadet Satyol Kastyi (Scientist) in CNS Office - Cadet Satyol Reporting for Psychological Evaluation
Two steps taken, one step remains. Kast thought, the big Caitian’s long legs eating up the distance between the medical office and the counseling centre. This was the part he was less sure of.Oh, he was mentally fit. He’d passed all evaluations, albeit with the occasional yellow flag. But his time as an Acolyte had conditioned him to be wary of those who wanted to test his mental state.
You’d still BE an acolyte if it hadn’t, but you’re here now so behave and stop fretting. He told himself.
Taking a breath outside the counselor’s office, he took a second to center his thoughts.
Then he stepped inside, resuming his stance of attention, eyes on the bulkhead behind the counselor’s desk.
“Cadet Satyol Kastyi, reporting for Aboarding psychological evaluation, as ordered.” And he presented his PaDD with all relevant records keyed up.
Maybe after this I can finally get my berth assignment. He thought, as he awaited the officer’s response.
(Cadet Satyol, Science)
(Bumping)
(Cadet Satyol, Science)
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.
The Counselor was wholly plain looking; in fact so nondescript that he almost blended in with the office. His voice, on the other hand, was distinctive. “Hello. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak. Please have a seat, Cadet? I trust your trip to the ship was uneventful?” 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, CNS
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