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Counselor - Check In

Posted Aug. 4, 2020, 9:32 a.m. by Commander Garinder'Jen th'Jir (Executive Officer) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Counselor - Check In

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Counselor - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Counselor - Check In
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Revna smiled, “A mandala is a picture and it can be made in many ways. It is usually symmetrical. The process of creating it is to bring peace and focus to the mind. This one,” she nods towards the one he has picked up, “is a puzzle. The pieces come out in a way you don’t quite expect. And so you find the pattern to return it to that form. If you do it without the board, you can make an endless number of mandalas, fit to whatever design you choose.” She places the little vial back on her desk. “The Tibetan monks believe nothing is permenant. Life, Earth, the Universe is always changing. So they create the mandala, and they enjoy it, the revel in the beauty, maybe for days,a and then when the time comes, they destroy it. It’s actually a very beautiful process. They believe the creating of the mandala is a holy experience. So they give the sand of the mandala as a blessing to others. What once was, will always be, just in a different form.”

“They are a people of ritual and discipline,” he concluded, not without a tone of respect. He still couldn’t quite understand the destruction. He had seen a great deal of destruction. It was easy to destroy. It was not so easy to build. But to create a beautiful thing and then destroy it precipitately was against his values. “It is a difficult thing to imagine, destroying it. I would rather it be left to be enjoyed. But then I am not a Tibetan monk.”

“There are many that are permanent pieces within the temples. But the monks believe that nothing is forever, that life is transient and to be truly at peace we must let go of our physical possessions. I’m not sure I agree with them, but their work is inspiring,” Revna added. She’d been devastated when she watched them destroy the mandala. She had a picture of it somewhere that she had managed to take before they destroyed it.

He recalled, on Andor, that there were a group that was simply called the Cloister. They were to him hermits who proclaimed the purging of the mind and spirit, mainly through purging of one’s past and possessions. Jen could never understand them and felt they were simply escaping from reality.

Revna considered his words, “Well then would you prefer me to put the cortical recorders on and we sit down at the desk for a more physical test than a conversation? Though I’ve never seen the need to send someone to a ‘class.’ They aren’t effective unless the person wants to be there.”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

His thought must not have gone across properly. Frowning he tried a different tack. “If you run a three mile course under your requisite time you know you have passed.” Glancing at her again before putting the mandala back on the shelf he said, “Sometimes in a conversation you don’t know quite how it has gone.” Jen shifted his attention and moved to one of the chairs and sat, leaning forward, elbows on knees. “What do you look for? What triggers your antennae?”
- Jen

Revna sat down, crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned back in her chair. “Well now, Cmdr, that is a difficult question to answer because there is no straight forward answer. Before I was assigned here, I worked on the Centurion, a hospital ship. I worked with trauma patients, and what I would look for with them, is not what I would look for here. Here I would look for physical signs or even verbal ones that are divergent from your normal behavior. These changes in behavior can be brought on by significant events in your life. You can perceive them as positive or negative. The changes can be examined the same way. My job is to help you see the change in your patterns or behavior and let you decide if you like them or not, and if they need to remain or not. My job is then to help you figure out how to go about that.” Revna paused letting that sink in. So many people saw counselor’s as interfering and out to dissect you. When really an emotional issue was very similar to going to the doctor for a chronic physical pain. Did you need treatment or not and if so what kind?

“What kind of patients did you see?” he asked. “Where was that ship stationed?”

“Patients suffering from severe mental trauma. Usually they had a great degree of physical trauma as well, but not always. We went where ever there were casualties. Honestly they all run together now. We never stayed long. We got everyone we could and moved on to the next location,” Revna said. It wasn’t the places she remembered it was the patients and the staff, the people.

That sounded like a rote reply to get past it and move on. “Sounds like a more mobile MASH unit.” It was a statement rather than a question. It sure sounded like that

OOC: yes it was. You’re pushing my ability to come up with logical answers to your questions. Hahahaha

OOC: Ooops .. i say in an unconvincing way ..

IC:
“We spent time near the Cardassian border and near the worm hole. There are still a lot of boarder fights around there. And our last location, was near the Romulan boarder. I’m afraid I didn’t pay much attention to where we were, just that there were always patients coming in and a lot of the time it felt like we had no room for them. It was very much a MASH unit. We just didn’t have to break down the cap every time we moved, the whole ship just moved.” Revna sounds…tired perhaps, thinking about stress of that time.

Such ships were not often in the middle of things, Jen thought. They were too vulnerable without reinforcement. His mind traced likely locations where she indicated - well, apart from the the Romulan border. That was not in his theatre. “It must have been rough,” he commented. “This must be a more welcome change, although you have a great number of people to keep track of.”

“Today however, what would attract my notice, would be obvious signs of extreme anger, physically lashing out at things, anger expressed towards me or another person, that through your own words would indicate they are not really the problem. If you told me you wanted to harm yourself or someone else on this ship. But really I would have to know you, as a person, before I could make any determination about that state of your mind. And that is what today is about, getting to know each other, how we work, how we help each other at our jobs, and how best to help the crew.”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

“Then I must be a very interesting case for you then,” Jen said with a hint of a smile. “After all, I am an Andorian whose race has a leaning toward battle as a way of resolving conflict, and in speaking of change, I am again a case study, having come from an intensive combat marine role to a naval role that is significantly different.”
- jen

Revna shook her head, “there are many species who resolve conflict using battle. The question then becomes is your choice for using aggressive techniques in excess of your culture and society. Assuming you were raised that way to begin with.” Revna thought about that. “Combat Marine to navy. Certainly a change. Why?”
Lt Edman, Counselor

“Maybe there are simply more people pushing for a fight.” His memory went back to his schools. For a time he was the brunt of many a battle. For a time he took the battle to them just to get that out of the way. In that way he would have fit into her ‘excess’ category. However, at least in his mind he could justify it. But would an independent judge? “Not my choice,” he answered to her last question.

Revna nodded, “Part of the life of a soldier, I’ve been told. And in recent years that has become more the norm for Star Fleet as well.
“They are needing better discipline,” Cologne said to him.
“There are better people to train them. Academy people. Training bases,” Jen countered.
“They go into war zones. You’ve lived there. They need that. Look. you are rebadging to Starfleet but there are 600 marines and birds under you. All surveys show that they have lost initiative. You can bring that back to them. And this comes from Command. It’s an order, even if it was a request from me.”

“I was supposed to help the Marines on board the Chimera to get back up to a better combat preparedness. There may be other reasons but that was what they told me. They were right, and the command staff who were Navy didn’t really understand the Marines. I was to be a bridge there. And, when that ended they transferred me here.” His ‘here’ was sharper than he intended.
- Jen, XO

Revna recognized the frustration the XO had about not being where he felt he should be. “I would imagine that is a difficult place to be in. From what I have gleaned from my limited experience that navy and marines don’t always share the same approach to solving problems. They may share objectives, but they are trained in very different ways with different skill sets and purposes. But as I said, I have very limited experience there, so my assessment may be very wrong.”

“There has always been a kind of friendly adversarial approach to the other team,” Jen said with a half smile. That friendly approach could be anything from sharing a drink to a bar fight to trading barbs. At the end of the day nobody was convinced the other was any better but now and again it was shown. “I have seen the Navy do incredibly bold actions that I did not expect.” And some idiotic ones too, so everything seemed to come around to opinion.

Recognizing that his specific orders might be ‘above her pay grade’ as the saying went. “Are you here for the same reason? To help bridge the difference between navy and marines?”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

“I was on the Chimera for a reason. Here, I don’t honestly see it. I’m a Tric Lizard off the ice. If there is a grand reason I don’t know what that is.”
Jen, XO

OOC: Still working out whether there is a presence on board that is significant … :)


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