Posted by Lieutenant Commander Adam Magnusson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Counseling Center - Intelligence Chief’s Psychological Exam
After his medical examination, Adam made his way down to the bowels of the ship. He’d always found it interesting that the Mjölnir class had been designed with an entire deck dedicated to the craft of mental care instead of a single office or a small area with a handful of counselors. It was a practical solution that allowed for the larger crew to seek more help as necessary in a very private location. He entered the lobby and approached one of the personnel “Lieutenant Commander Adam Magnusson, I’m reporting for my boarding psychological examination” he said in his more formal tone.
MCPO Dean looked up from this desk in the lobby/lounge area of the deck. Someone who actually thought to look. It was a nice change that he wouldn’t have to startle yet another onboarding officer as they aimlessly bypassed his desk. He tapped a couple of buttons and inside Synthi-er’s office she was notified that there was a new officer waiting. It gave her time to finish up any ‘other’ work she was doing. Dean stood offering his hand, “Welcome aboard Lt Cmdr. I’m Master Chief Dean. The Lt is free,” he waved toward the door to her office, “Would you like anything to drink first?”
Adam gave the slightest shake of his head to the Non-Com “No thank you Chief” He said as he moved towards the indicated door and hit the open function and waited for it to unlock.
Inside her office Casela heard the beep and looked over at her console from the PaDD with some private letters on it she’d been reading. She had been flipping a small throwing knife iddly between her fingers and she paused, and it disappeared from where it had come from. She turned off the PaDD, locking it, and dropping it into the hidden wall locker behind her desk. She closed the locker, hearing the soft snick of the lock engaging and it looked like no more than a typical bulkhead. She dropped her feet to the floor and stood up, pressed a button unlocking the office door, and moving towards the door it opened. She looked over to the man standing in the lobby, placing a name with the face on the list of new arrivals. “Lt Cmdr Magnusson, come in and have a seat.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
Adam took a step in and slowly scanned the room and then its inhabitant. The Betazoid counselor was not exactly as he expected yet not too different, he was mildly surprised to see that she carried hidden blades, it wasn’t a thing easily noticed and it was only because he knew what to look for that he noticed. He walked inside and sat down carefully. Outside his initial surprise, he quickly took hold of his emotions returning them to the river of calm he allowed himself to feel. His face remained impassive and emotionless as if carved from stone. He slowly crossed his legs and interlocked his fingers “Thank you Lieutenant” He said formally.
Casela watched the man enter and take a seat. Her office was spartan and on the smaller side for the head of a department. On the walls were her credentials, a small shelving unit behind her desk to keep the small obscure items away from prying hands and nosey eyes. And a few chairs and a couch on the other side of her desk. He’d noted the knife, good. He hadn’t noticed the myriad of weapons hidden about the office yet. She remembered the last time she’d had the ship’s CIO in her office. She never would have thought it, but she missed Remington. They had come to a professional understanding and a lot of respect. She hoped he was having luck in his new assignment. Oddly enough she hoped to have as easy as a working relationship with this CIO as the previous. But this was Leviathan and nothing was ever easy to begin with. “How did you end up with ARU, Lt Cmdr?”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
Adam looked the Betazoid directly in the eyes, he seemed to be judging the younger officer, weighing her before answering “Rumors” Usually he would let that be answer enough but he’d been in enough Counseling offices to know better “I Discovered an anomaly through rumours coming from an archaeological site. When I reported it to Starfleet an ARU Vessel was sent, I found the ship and its crew to be abnormal so when they started looking for me I didn’t let them find me. I put some of my theories to the test and after some searching discovered another strange anomaly and made the same report and another strange vessel was sent. When I returned to my apartment in New France I was approached by an Admiral who recruited me into the organization.”
Casela sat quietly listening and just nodded. “Similar situation to our previous CIO then. The admiralty has a type. So you’ve encountered these anomalies before and know what they are capable of doing. You know what our purpose is, so we’ll forgo the talk about ‘yes this is real.’ No on here is who they seem to be.” Casela noted, herself very much an example of that statement. “So you know how these things work. I ask you about your past, any traumas that you’ve already noted in your file 6 different times, you’ll wonder why you wrote it down in the first place and give me a truncated answer, I’ll write down the same notes that the last few counselors have and then I’ll dismiss you and unless the CSO tries to get you to dive into a frost lilly you’re unlikely to see me that often. So let’s throw that out the window, it’s blasé and predictable. Instead lets do something different. I saw your nod to the blade, and as a CIO it’s your job to know the details multiple steps ahead of anyone else. So tell me Mr. Magnusson, what do you already know about myself and the ARU? And to follow up, what can you determine from what you’ve already seen?”
This was a man who should have answers, or at least good ideas, and by putting him on the spot to do his job it allowed Casela to far better gauge his mental state as an officer. She could read his personal file and perhaps they’d get down to those details, but on the job tests were a great way to put the patient off balance so to speak and force them to correct and continue whereas a regular interview couldn’t. They had their place, for junior officers on a run of the mill ship sure. On the Leviathan? Not a chance.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
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