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Psychological Evaluation: Simon Starr, XO's Office

Posted May 16, 2019, 7:17 p.m. by Ensign Simon Starr (Security Officer) (Ben Simons)

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“Did you help pursue her project after gaining support from senior officers? Or did the young scientist go after it on her own?” Tal knew the comradery between officers could form bonds unbreakable by the hardships of space. They were impregnable and therefore some of the most valued relationships known.

“And also being able to communicate with the rest of the crew was just as rewarding as the senior officers. I’ve definitely made some people to stay in contact with, that’s for sure,” he finished, remembering his time on the challenger fondly. He really only did basic things, but what he learned outside of his duties was something he found just as rewarding as what he learned about the responsibilities of the position by being assigned as such on the cadet cruise.

Ensign Simon Starr, Security

“That is wonderful to hear! You may never be assigned with any of those officers, but having them as friends can come in handy. Space can get lonely, and even though they’ll be light-years away, at least you’ll have a friend to talk to.” Tal smiled, “What got you into Security, Starr?”

Dr. Beveres
CNS (USS Viking)

Starr smiled at the first question, “well in fact, while I was doing a routine cargo scan, we discussed a location and I pointed her in the right direction - I was occupied by tasks my chief gave me, but still didn’t mean I provided what help I could in the moment, even told her the best person to ask permission was. Was just after that conversation I got called to the captain’s ready room and received my pips,” he answered, fondly remembering the moment as the point he had completed his first step in the journey he had in front of him.

Starr flinched at the second question. He knew it was coming and knew that this was the part he hated about these sessions. The questions that always came from it. He sighed as he knew it would be on his file anyway, answered “well, five years ago my brother, Tom, was given an opportunity with a merchant trading ship. His contract was a year long and he was supposed to return to England when it expired. The last time anybody saw him was when he boarded that vessel. We haven’t heard anything from him even via subspace, and well - understandably, mother and father got worried.

Tom is a role model to me, and well, the experience I feel I’d get at Starfleet will help me find out what happened, and if he’s OK. There’s also a part of me while I’m in the vastness of space we are, there’s that chance fate may play its role in one way or another, and if I’m meant to find out - then so be it. But, that doesn’t mean I can’t nudge destiny in the right direction.

I won’t find him working on the farm day in, day out - if his in Space, then that’s where the search should begin. Of course, I understand that we’re part of a bigger machine, but I’ve found in life, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination - and as I said - you can learn things at the most unlikely of times.”

Ensign Simon Starr, Security

If Beveres had any concern about his intentions upon joining Starfleet, they were not shown outwardly. Starfleet’s main purpose was exploration and diplomacy, their efforts expanding further into the scientific and peace-making realm than they ever had military–despite their obvious basis on the Naval branch of Terran military.

She understood his intentions, although feared he would grow consumed by his determination to locate his brother. Tal had never been a soft-spoken woman, she worked on the wrong ship to have anything short of duranium skin. “Ensign, I understand you wish to find your brother.. anyone in your position would, too.” She began, phrasing her words carefully. He’s not a Viking, Tal. She had to remind herself time and time again. “However, is it possible your occupation with finding your brother might impede your abilities as a security officer?”

Space was vast, far more so than science had come to comprehend. Even if his brother was out there, as much as Beveres hated to admit it, the odds that their paths would cross was quite slim. “Have you considered the possibility–and I have no illintent by this question–that your brother intentionally went off the radar? It’s not uncommon for people to find something they’re missing in their work and sometimes their choice to chase after it comes off far more distressing than they had intended.”

Dr. Beveres
CNS (USS Viking)

Starr knew that those two questions were going to come up. It was also not the first time he had been asked either of them. “My only intent is to serve and if fate decides that I should cross paths with my brother again, then I’ll face that regardless of whether I will like the answer or not,” he answered. He never intended to let his personal objectives get in the way of his duties as an officer, and it was something he had proved during his time at the academy.

“And, I have considered multiple possibilities. The possibility that he’s taken a darker path than me. Another where all I find is a body. Another where his absolutely fine but couldn’t get into contact with mother and father, and why he’s four years late, and counting.

Whatever has happened, if it happens - I feel like I would need to ask him. Of course, I doubt I will run into him, but that doesn’t mean I can’t consider that possibility while aboard a starship,” Starr continued with the second question. It was these questions he always hated during these sessions, and it’s audible in the tone of his voice as if he’s getting bored of saying it.

Ensign Simon Starr, Security

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Beveres made a soft hmm in response, inquiring no further about his intentions in Starfleet. It was an unwritten question every counselor had to clarify, ensuring ever officer had embarked on their journey with the best intentions at heart. She favoured the query no more than he did, but understood its gravity even in its apparent redundancy.

“What do you expect to gain out of your assignment to Ark Angel?” Beveres drew another sip from a beverage that had long since gone cold. “Do you have any aspirations? Any goals you’re looking to achieve?” An officer’s personal goals often gave a deeper insight into their essence, as she liked to put it. One could come to understand another through their aspirations in life, just as they could their avoidances.

Dr. Beveres
CNS (USS Viking)

Being new to the ship, Starr hadn’t thought about that yet. It took him a few moments of thinking about it before he responded. “Well, in the short term - to be a decent security officer. My Chief did suggest going into JAG with my successful law exam scores at the Academy. It’s something I’m thinking about, but I want to get some hands-on training before that,” he said with a slight smile. Joining JAG would definitely be a decent aspiration, but he also wasn’t so sure about a desk job yet. “Of course, like every security officer, I wouldn’t mind being chief myself one day - but that is a long-term goal, I don’t expect to reach it for a while. After that, who knows? JAG definitely is something I could consider, but I prefer not having to make those sorts of decisions. It’s a lot easier to enforce laws that are known and let those that have the authority deal with it. Either way, they are both a long way off yet,” he mentioned.

Ensign Simon Starr, Security

OOC: was just checking to bump the thread, then realised I didn’t sign it off, thought I did that… oops…


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