Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Side sim, mediations. Tag Fayth, xi’Indrai & Suder.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Soval (Executive Officer) in Side sim, mediations. Tag Fayth, xi’Indrai & Suder.

Posted by Ensign Trax Elbrun Suder (Medical Officer) in Side sim, mediations. Tag Fayth, xi’Indrai & Suder.
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Soval had reserved one of the ‘pick nick’ areas of the Arboretum for this meeting and had gone so far as to have the ship’s stewards prepare a pick nick basket and drinks. This would be uncomfortable for the Chief scientist and he wanted to do all he could to minimize it.

He arrived early and began a series of meditations to reinforce his barriers and to quiet his mind. The truth be told he was ill at ease being exposed to two telepaths and the ship’s Counselor at one meeting.

LC Soval

Sharah was working in the arboretum that day. She’d spent the whole last week in the labs and there were projects here that needed her attention. She spent the morning meeting with the various civilian botanist and then that afternoon she’d be working with the Andorian Ice Beatle Lily. She was going to have to get in touch with engineering and see about upgrading the cage it was in. It had grown significantly since it had been placed inside and it was bigger and stronger than it had been and the glass was beginning to show signs of strain.

She was tending to one of the tropical flower beds, trying to save the other Chameleon Rose that Trax had brought on board. It had been doing okay until the the irrigation system got clogged and it wasn’t getting the water it needed. It was a beautiful plant but it did require a lot of attention. She and Kayla, the head civilian botanist, had decided to transplant it temporarily into a pot until they could get the irrigation system working again. It was during this that Sharah became aware of LC Soval entering the arboretum, and with a resigned sigh she moved to the back of the arboretum to close some of the containers of materials she had been working with and then joined him at the table. “Hello LC.”
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

“Mr. Fayth, Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Might I ask if the mental barriers I have erected help or worsen your discomfort?” Gesturing to the basket and accompanying carafes,” There are refreshments.”
LC Soval

Fayth was uneasy about this meeting. She really had no idea why the XO was so insistant on pursuing this. She didn’t know anything about him, except that he was exceptionaly aware of the emotional state of those around him, and that was beyond unusual for a Vulcan. Or at least for the Vulcans she had ever been around. She choose water from his choice of refreshments. Despite the desire to pace or go burry her hands in the dirt of a flower bed she sat down opposite him and considered his question. “Well, Sir, that’s a complicated question with an even more complicated answer.” She sipped the water for a moment trying to get a feel for the ‘noise’ around her. “Your barriers are very different from other Vulcans I’ve encountered. They are more like a defensive shield rather than offensive projections to force people away.” She wasn’t sure how much the XO had read about her file, and she wasn’t sure how much of that typical Vulcan pride he had. She choose her words, honestly, but carefully. “Your conscious thoughts are very well guarded.”
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

“Thank you but my concern is that I cause you pain. It is ignoble to cause pain to another, not to mention we can not work efficiently together if I am causing you pain. It is my hope we can find a workable solution.”

LC Soval

Sharah was never one to really be able to hide what she was feeling or thinking, but that didn’t mean she just blurted it out. She wondered briefly where xi’Indrai & Suder were. Suder of course had noticed her difficulty in filtering out the noise and had offered to teacher her. Which had been sweet, but it wasn’t that Sharah didn’t know how to do it, but the amount of input was more than what those techniques could control. Suder of course would have a basic understanding of her condition because he too was Betazoid. xi’Indrai had been a breath of fresh air when she’d spoken to her a week ago. But no new information had been found or techniques to use. “Honestly Lt Cmdr. don’t worry about the pain I’m in. It is a constant in my life. I have learned, for the most part, to work through it. You caught me at a bad moment the other night.” It was all in her file so there was no reason not to tell him. “Are you familiar with the Betazoid condition of over-sensitive telepathy?”
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Trax was asked to join the meeting and do what he needed to help. He finally made it where they were. “Excuse me I Hope I am not late.” Trax asked softly. as he waited for a reply from someone.

Ensign Trax Suder - Jo Doctor

Sharah looked up, glad to see the doctor had arrived. “Dr. Suder. Welcome. No you are not late. I was already working in the arboretum today so I and the cmdr are just early. Please join us.” She was relieved that he had come. She wasn’t sure if he had the time, but he’d been understanding, as a person, a fellow Betazoid, and a doctor to her issues. She was thankful he had come, even if in the end whatever decision was made was not in her favor.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

“Doctor Fayth is correct, you are not late Doctor Suder.” Turning back to Fayth, “Only in the most cursory fashion, I am afraid. Please continue.

Sharah glanced at Trax, and he could sense that she was feeling quite a bit of trepidation over this meeting. He was a doctor, and Betazoid at that. So he would have at least a basic knowledge of her condition. Most doctors found her fascinating and something to be studied. And although she had been born into a telepathic society, more than half of the Betazoids she ever encountered still found her…freakish, undisciplined, the list went on. And he would also sense that much like he was the night she met him, she was missing her Imzadi very much in that moment. Wishing for his calm and steady presence.

She looked back at the XO pulling her doctor mask on. Sharah was a doctor despite her assignment to the science department. It would be a long time before she saw herself as a scientist first and a doctor second. And in that vein she provided the most clinical and easily understood explanation of her condition she could. “Most Betazoids develop their telepathic skill in adolescence, but a few are born with their telepathic abilities already active, such as myself. These individuals are almost always extremely talented and powerful in telepathic terms, but we are also unable to screen out the consistent noise of other people’s minds. Betazoids in this condition do not have the natural ability to ignore background thoughts from others. Or what you would call subconscious thought. I have been hospitalized 3 times in my life for my condition. Depending, mostly on when the problem was diagnosed, those affected can suffer mental problems and break downs of varying severity. Some of us go on to do very well. It all depends on when we are diagnosed and how much help we receive and how well we are able to master the techniques. As of to date, only two of us in recent history have worked for the Federation. Tam Elbrun is a renowned first contact specialist, and myself, joining Star Fleet.” Sharah was unaware as of this point that Trax was related to Tam Elbrun (OOC: I’m guessing that from Trax’s biography of his cousin Tam and the family name of Elbrun. Please void if I misunderstood).
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

Trax sat there listening and agreeing to himself about the interpretation of her condition was. It was interesting and all but he knew that Fayth was a person and not just a number or another statistic. If Trax remembered quietly he remembered a bit of Tam Elbrun from his past stint at the University of Betazed his problems were required reading at the school. Each case was unique and different and treatments were difficult to come by for most of the patients he remembered reading about. He did miss some of his family even tam haven’t seen in ages.

Ensign Trax Suder - Jo Doctor

“I see, I will not ‘forget about’ the pain of one of my subordinates Tho I will not restrict your duties. And your particularly strong reaction to me?”

Soval

I will not restrict your duties. That one statement felt like a slap in the face to Sharah. As if he’d considered doing as such. She schooled her expression though. She had learned the hard way that Vulcans, despite knowing that other species felt emotions, did not accept them easily. It was better to be politely blunt than hedge she knew. “To be honest, Sir, because you are Vulcan. Vulcan training gives you very peaceful consciousness, but, for me anyway, it leaves your subconscious in constant turmoil. That turmoil, the way I perceive it, is loud to the point of pain.” She stopped there. Vulcans were NOT without emotion, it was just very buried in their subconscious. That was why they had to meditate every day. But all that suppressed emotion was in turmoil in the subconscious. And unlike other humanoid subconscious all that pressure made it loud and painful instead of the white noise she constantly battled. But the last time she’d told a Vulcan that, it had been very very bad for her. And she didn’t know the XO well enough to know how he would react. Maybe if they weren’t in company, but she wouldn’t give up Trax’s support for anything.
Lt jg Fayth, CSO

“Mine more than most, I would imagine Doctor. Tho in honesty I would imagine my conscious is not much calmer.” His face didn’t betray any emotion. “If possible I would like to minimize the discomfort I cause you.” Tho Batazed had had years to study this phenomenon their were some of the best minds and equipment in the federation on the Ark Angel, perhaps an outside reference would find a solution, or not.
Soval