Posted by Lieutenant Commander Liadra (Counselor) in Counselor’s office. Cdt. Rexar Omtala, Psych eval.

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) in Counselor’s office. Cdt. Rexar Omtala, Psych eval.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Liadra (Counselor) in Counselor’s office. Cdt. Rexar Omtala, Psych eval.

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OOC: Beautiful post!
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The pink-haired Denobulan moved around her desk and took a seat near him. He was certainly respectful and polite, which boded well for his interactions here on the ship. Sometimes cadets came from the classroom setting completely forgetting how things were supposed to work, but not all, and certainly not this one. “Tell me about those aspirations. I’m guessing they are engineering related?” Normally she wouldn’t lead the question that way, but in this case, there was a purpose at work.

Lt. Cmdr. Liadra, CNS

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“They are indeed, Ma’am.”

Rexar agreed with reservation as the question itself seem obvious beyond reproach. Then as he opened his mouth to answer he left it ajar for a second or two as he came to surmise he angle of interest. He druped his head in thought and sat deeper into the chaise. A languid smile was perched on Rexars’ face as he elevated his chin to a position over his shoulders. Staring through the ceiling panel for a time, he acquiesced a strained sigh and carefully aimed his eyes to meet the compassionate glimmer of Liadra. Fixing his posture to a standard befitting his own personal ethics, he folded his hands into his lap and comfortably returned to his plain faced gaze to answer properly the Denoblean doctor.

“In the consideration of my career that is to say. But the truth is I aspire to honour a memory. Both my mother’s were killed in service of Starfleet which gave me a sense of duty I’d never understood. As it had happened when I was quite young, I couldn’t comprehend their reasoning for dying. As though they’d done so in spite of me. When actually they sacrificed themselves to save the lives of 73 others. I chose to know them as they died. As exemplars of respect, courage and selflessness which I’ve decided to commit myself to wholeheartedly.”

Liadra nodded with empathy, but said nothing. Her entire energy was focused on Rexar so that she could be open to whatever he wanted to share. She hadn’t honestly expected him to share so much so suddenly, but she would take what had been offered and see where the conversation led.

Rexars’ words broke away from him with resounding intensity. As he spoke he began to lurch forward, his receptors arcing over as though they buckled under a heavy weight. His glassy, azure blue eyes narrowing further until only their shimmering reflection of the artificial lights was visible. His nose flared as he drew powerful breathes between the tremulousness of every pause. As he finished, a definable pride emanated from Rexar. His chest broadly inflated and his arms open over the chair, he came to discover with the widening of his eyes that his words were never truer. A tiny smirk rose from his left cheek to catch the bottom of his eye in admiration for the Doctors’ focused interrogative.

“I’m certain you would have made a fine engineer Ma’am. A diagnostic technician of the highest caliber as I’ve never been persuaded to speak in such a manner. A revealing moment for the both of us I must say. At least as far as I can grasp.”

CDT. Rexar Omtala. (Engineer)

She smiled softly. “Well, I think I’ll disagree on the engineer part, but we all choose paths that we think will lead us in the right direction. Mine was medicine, but along the way I discovered that it was the people themselves that held the most interest for me. I’m glad you felt you could be free here”-she gestured to the small office space around them-” since I want you to always feel like this is a safe space, no matter what the issue is or how you think I might react. Just know that my job is to make sure you have the tools to live what can be a sometimes difficult life in Starfleet.”

Leaning forward slightly, she considered the cadet quietly for a moment. “Do you have any memories of your mothers from before they died? Even small ones?”

Lt. Cmdr. Liadra, CNS

Sitting comfortably in place, Rexar’s train of thought drifted off course back to the painting on the wall. He wondered about the artist, their inspirations, what drove them to work in such abstract forms, was it considered a masterpiece of its style or is it only a replica or computer amalgam. Enthralled, his mind flirted with the musings of these ideas for a time until an image of substance locked him into a stare.

Lost in the meandering of the artworks’ devices, a shape of sorts appeared, or rather the memory of one. Something of a shine or light that glinted through formless shadows surrounding it. Furthermore there was a sound, a voice or song. Perhaps singing but the melodies are vague and rhythms indiscernible, even as he softly closed his eyes to peer into his own mind it was to distant a thought. Opening them to see himself where he’d been all along, Rexar pulled in a breath and turned to face the Doctor again.

“I’m not sure. As you asked, I was certain the answer was no but then I thought I remembered something. I thought I saw a light and hear a voice or music.”

He paused for a moment to consider the facts as his habitual natures returned him to a state of analysis.

“I was also in an accident some years ago. Maybe that’s where they’re coming from, I can’t say. I can tell you that I do have a momento of a sort, it’s a piece of debris. The remains of a communicator, or tricorder they were unable to tell but it’s believed to be all that survived the attack. My Tharn gave it to me before I left Andoria for the academy. An honour I was unaware of until he’d given it to me that day.”

Rexar felt an undeniable sense of accomplishment as he spoke of his family. He known of them so little and reserved his judgement for so long it had seemed on reasonable to continue. Only now though did this presumption of his ideals fail against the reality of his own truth, and he was happy to seek it out.

CDT. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)