Counselor's office. Cdt. Rexar Omtala, Psych eval.

Posted Dec. 25, 2018, 9:35 p.m. by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) (Julian Pouliot)

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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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.”

Her posture shifted as her curiosity increased. It was clear that Rexar was a deeply intellectual being who preferred thorough contemplation. She wanted to honour that here in their conversation and let him express it however it might occur. “Can you describe any of it?”

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)

“And when you look at or hold that piece of debris, what does it make you think and feel?” Liadra asked. While cliché for therapists to ask about feelings, in this case it was pertinent and useful information.

OOC: Thank you for your patience. It’s been a rough few weeks for me.

Lt. Cmdr. Liadra, CNS

OOC:
I understand. I hope things will soon look up for you

IC:
Rexar pushed his thumb across the fingers of his right hand. Brushing over their callus ends, he pondered the nature of the Denobulan’s inquiry. Shifting his eyes to glance into the palm of his hand he lowered his head to face his empty grasp.

“Pride. Confidence and pride.” He calmly stated as he gathered himself in the chair, restoring his deportment into a more orderly position.

“I believe the forces that it took to reduce the equipment into such a form would have been considerable. I would also be lead to believe that such forces were either immediate or impossible to avoid. Unfortunately, it’s unknown according to record but it seems reasonable considering.”

Palming the armrests gently, Rexar leaned forward with the slightest of movements. Tipping his head onwards of the doctor he lifted his chin with a narrow gaze perched on his face.

“Whether they knew of this, or they knew nothing at all. My mothers didn’t hesitate to put themselves between something they knew was dangerous, and people they’d never met. They knew they would die, or at least suffer greatly and still they stood fast and held their ground until the evacuees could be rescued.”

Rexar resumed his display of composure spoke in a breathy drone.

“How could I feel anything else?”

CDT. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

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