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Checking off Boxes (TAG Anders)

Posted June 2, 2023, 2:52 p.m. by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in Checking off Boxes (TAG Anders)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Juliet Anders (Chief of Security) in Checking off Boxes (TAG Anders)

Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in Checking off Boxes (TAG Anders)

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Shedda chuckled, “That it does. I an probably due for my recert. It’s one that always slips my mind. I’ve had to use my phaser more than once, but shards of pottery don’t tend to become hostile. Open training is always good. You should have access to all the crew records so if there is anyone that is due or past, call them in. And let me know when the training is and I’ll stop by as well.”

Mal’athar, XO

Juliet smiled, relaxing a bit. She hasn’t realized she was nervous about making the training open to the ship till the XO approved of it. “Thank you, ma’am. I certainly will.”

After a moment she asked, “Is there anything you wish of me or the department? I know what our jobs are. But is there anything extra you look for or want?” She knew superiors asked what subordinates wanted because they needed to be sure their heads were in the right place. Juliet absently wondered for a second if anyone had ever asked the XO what she wanted.

Juliet
CoS

Shedda, “I am probably repeating what you already know.” She took a moment to gather her thoughts. “We are out here by ourselves and as Cpt Cochrane will tell you that means we have to be self reliant. We are aiming for peaceful connections, but things happen. But being on our own, it is very important for us to have a community among ourselves. More than combat training and phaser qualifications, I want to see Security be a reassuring and calming presence. That the children on board see your department and will run to say hello and talk to you, not just of something is wrong. People stop and say hello to them in the corridors and they are part of the social aspect of our community. They aren’t just watching out for the community but are an active part of it.”

Shedda stopped at a door, “Ah, here we are.” She pressed the chime.

Mal’athar, XO

“Come on in.” The voice held an accent very rarely heard aboard Starfleet vessels. There was a rolling lilt to it that matched the cadence of her speech.”

Inside, Sair was sitting at her desk, finishing some patient notes. Standing fairly tall for many humanoid species, the Kobliad had straight pink coloured hair that fell to her chin. Her light brown eyes were deeply set amongst the prominent vertical facial ridges that split her hairline, intersected by thinner horizontal ridges. As she looked up, her base expression gave her something of a stern look. Most definitely on the lean side, the counsellor worse simple black trousers and a dark blue tunic that she had adopted in her previous stint on a Starfleet facility: her version of a uniform. She did have a standard combadge though.

A large area rug in muted blues, greys and greens spanned half of the therapy area in front of her desk and she had set a small round coffee table in front of a small sofa and two arm chairs, all in a blue-grey colour. Behind that was the desk she sat at, with two basic chairs in front and a pale wooden shelving unit to the left by the replicator.

Next to the door was a stone sculpture that was half the height of the door. Carved out of white dolomite, it was a miniature replica of the giant tree that was in the lobby of he Assembly Complex in Kobliad’s capital. The tree had a wide trunk with the appearance of a thick bark and was easily deciduous with sweeping branches with teardrop shaped leaves. Carved around the trunk of the tree were arms with hands seeming to hold the tree and they wound themselves up the trunk.

~Sair Songz, CNS


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