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[Pre-Sim] Psychological Evaluation

Posted Jan. 15, 2019, 5:38 p.m. by Ensign Mike Gareth (Security Offcier) (Michael McDowell)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in [Pre-Sim] Psychological Evaluation

Posted by Ensign Mike Gareth (Security Offcier) in [Pre-Sim] Psychological Evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in [Pre-Sim] Psychological Evaluation
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After finishing up with medical, now it came down to the part he dreaded. He never really understood why, but he had always hated dealing with counselors and psychologists always trying to make sense of what he thought or what actions he took. It always sounded like they’d try to change the way he viewed things to be more like theirs. It was completely irrational of course and even he know it to an extent, but he couldn’t help but feel completely uneasy every time he had to speak with a counselor. With an exasperated sigh, he pressed the chime on the door, winding through his own thoughts just waiting for a sound that somewhat sounded like a request for him to enter or something similar.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

A male voice with a pronounced Scottish brogue said “Come in, it’s open.” and the doors slid open to reveal the Counselor’s office.

Decorated in a warm and calming manner, the office was welcoming and not at all like the rest of the offices on board. The desk had been moved to the corner of the space where the bulkhead met the outer hull’s windows, opening the office space up for a seating area large enough to hold more than the single individual that most often came to talk with the ship’s Counselor. A couch and a few chairs were set around a small table, on which sat a crystal bowl filled with multicolored glass beads that seemed to have a small amount of internal light inside them. Two chairs sat facing the desk, probably allowing for more formal conversations or for administrative needs.

Low bookcases lined the walls, each one closed with a glass fronted door with brass hinges, in which sat some real books, many notebooks, and a few bookends of various sizes and shapes. On the wall behind the desk were several pictures on either side of a display case. Each shelf was filled with a few items the young officer seated at the desk had collected so far; but on the top shelf prominently sat a single item housed in a rounded glass display: The Star Fleet Marine Corps Distinguished Service Cross.

The officer himself was something of an anomaly as far as Counselors went, as well. Seated at the desk, the human male was still striking in size. Broad shoulders seemed to fill out the blue uniform of the Medical and Science section in a manner that seemed to contradict the norm, and the broad chest was obviously well-muscled. Bright blue eyes looked up from a handsome face graced with a warm smile. Blonde hair cut more akin to a Security officer or Marine topped his visage, and Lieutenant Commander pips on the collar seemed to contrast starkly to the man’s youthful appearance.

The appearance of the man was not at all unfamiliar. The former Security Chief of the Challenger looked up as the door opened and a broad smile crossed his face. “I know the galaxy isn’t all that large, lad. But really? You chased me down all the way out here?” and stood up and held out a hand to Gareth and gave out a hearty laugh.

Sinclair, CNS

OOC: You go all out with your offices :O I gotta get better at describing things lol

IC: It almost didn’t even register to Mike as he stepped into the office when the doors opened but was immediately distracted by the way the room looked. He stopped right in his tracks looking around at all the details, from the small bookcases to the sitting area, and little bowl with the glass beads. He wondered how a room could even exist on a Starfleet vessel like this, it was just so … so different. It wasn’t until the strong, booming voice off to the side brought him back to reality. He’d heard that voice before. It was familiar, but who did it belong to? His gaze slowly trailed to where this disembodied voice originated from and his jew almost dropped upon seeing who it belonged to. “Sinclair?!?” The excitement could be viably seen as it spread across his face from his eyes widening and lighting up with recognition at to who this person was to his mouth opening in astonishment and laughter. “Ahh!! Hahaha!!” He jumped and ran towards the desk to eagerly shake his mentors hand as a glint off his collar caught his eye as he ran up. “Lieutenant Commander?!?? Congratulations sir!! That’s awesome!” He aggressively shook the commanders hand with both of his in excitement, still not registering that he was the Counselor and not the Chief of Security that he remembered from his previous interaction with him. “How’s everything been?! It feels like it’s been forever!!” He was basically brimming with energy and excitement from being able to see such a familiar face after his long travels to get to the ship.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security)

Sinclair grasped his hands with is other and smiled broadly. “Yep. Lieutenant Commander. And thank you very much for the… intense… congratulations!” he said and extricated his hand from Garreth’s grip after a few moments. “Really good to see you, Gareth. How have you been? And please, take a seat. If you want something to drink, help yourself.” he said with a nod to the replicator and then took his seat. “It’s a bit, for sure.” he added with a wry smile.

Sinclair, CNS

Still laughing a bit , he was immensely relieved that he’d be on a vessel with someone that he knew. Not that it would have changed his outlook on his actions or career choice, but he felt he could do better having someone familiar near by. “I’ve been good! I’ve been good! Ah of course, I could definitely use one! Thanks!” He headed towards the replicator walking sideways and he continued to talk and catch up with the now Lieutenant Commander Sinclar. “It’s been a good little bit! I originally had orders to go to the Manhattan, but after about a week heading out towards it I got a subspace communication to head to a nearby space station .. I forget the number .. but they needed additional security personnel for some delegates from another species .. or something like that? I’ve been there ever since well, a few weeks ago when I got orders to come here to the Saracen!” He finally reached the replicator as a small sense of nostalgia overwhelmed him and he couldn’t resist ordering the same thing he had before. “Computer one red leaf tea please! Ah, could I get you anything while I’m over here, sir?” As he was looking over he pointed towards the replicator which had just begun whirling to life materializing the red leaf tea.

Ensign Mike Gareth (Security?)


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