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Pre Sim - Counselor's Office - Doctor, Doctor...

Posted Nov. 20, 2020, 1:11 a.m. by Lieutenant Sathut (Counselor) (Miriam W)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in Pre Sim - Counselor’s Office - Doctor, Doctor…

Posted by Lieutenant Sathut (Counselor) in Pre Sim - Counselor’s Office - Doctor, Doctor…

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in Pre Sim - Counselor’s Office - Doctor, Doctor…
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The big Scot made his way down the pasaageways, smiling at passing crew and having a quick word or three with some. As he passed by a security patrol, he smiled and said “Morning. Everythin’ good?”, his thick brogue lending a weight to his words that was offset by his smile. “Yes sir, Chief. No issues.” replied the Ensign. “Good, good… be safe, lads.” and patted the Petty Officer paired with the Ensign on the shoulder as he passed by.

Arriving at the door the Counselor’s office, his former office, he had a bit of deja vu and smiled. It was odd. He hadn’t been back to this office since the Captain had moved him from CNS to Security Chief. And he had really liked this office. He chuckled softly and shook his head. He was perfectly on time for his appointment, and pressed the chime.

Sinclair, CoS

The door chime didn’t ring, but instead the door simply opened upon pressing the place where a chime would normally be.

What Sinclair saw upon looking through the now open door was… well, it was very different from when he’d been in charge of the space. A Bolian man with a nametag reading “Daryl” sat at a wide desk with a computer console, and after the door closed behind him it might be difficult to remember one was on a starship. The walls were structured in straight ups and downs with right angles, and painted a light beige. The wood was floored, not in the standard metallic, but with facsimile wood. Lighting was provided with inset lights in the ceiling. Plastic and cloth chairs filled one corner, clearly bolted to the floor in case of emergency maneuvers, and a magazine tray between two of the chairs held some interesting looking titles.

What looked like a new addition to the office was a false window against one of the walls, with a holographic display of a seaside vista. And against the far wall was a series of what looked like old wooden swinging doors instead of the standard sliding doors one usually found on a spaceship. Even Daryl’s desk was rustic, appearing to be made of wood, although his computer terminal still outputted a LCARS display.

One door in particular was interesting, as it was a half-height door right next to a regularly sized door.

The Bolian man labeled as Daryl looked up from the book he was reading to mentally inspect Sinclair. “Suppose you’re here for a meeting with the Doc? See if yer fit for duty and all?”

CNS Team

Sinclair smiled and said “I am. Lieutenant Commander Sinclair. I have an appointment.” and he lokked around the room. “I like what you’ve done with the place.” and he turned back and faced Daryl.

Sinclair, CoS

Daryl nodded tiredly, looking like he wanted nothing less than to grab a pillow and go to sleep. “Yeah. Just siddown in the chairs and wait a bit. The Doc’s with someone right now.”

Daryl

Sinclair looked at the man and smiled slightly before settling his bulk into one of the chairs. He watched Daryl unobtrusively as he went about his work and waited patiently for the good Doctor to be free.

Sinclair, CoS

Bump

It was indeed several minutes before the door opened, and an NE stepped out of the counselor’s office.

A few moments later, the counselor himself stepped out of his office. He was short. Very short. He gestured to Sinclair to come on in.

Sathut, CNS

The Security Chief smiled and followed the gesture into the office. “Doctor, pleasure to meet you. Lieutenant Commander Sinclair, Chief of Security. Welcome aboard, by the way.”

Sinclair, CoS

Sathut nodded slightly. The office was cozy. The front half was a set-up with several chairs for the guest, while the back half was on a raised platform. Sathut, an alien who looked like someone shrunk a Caitian, clambered up a small staircase onto the platform and sat on a chair that was raised just enough to leave him at a height equal to that of his guest.

“Thank you for the welcome. Would you like something to eat?” He gestured to the replicator.

Sathut, CNS

The big man shook his head and said “Thank you, but no. I’m fine.” ina friendly manner, his thick Scottish brogue pronounced but lending a warmth to his smile. “I like what you have done with the office.” he said as he cast his eyes around.

Sinclair, CoS

“I’m quite fond of it,” Sathut agreed. “So, how have you been lately? I notice that my position used to be yours. you can see, we’ve changed up the offices quite a bit, even moved it to a different part of the ship. I like this place to give a homey feel to my clients - for those that need counseling, not those that come for an evaluation like yourself.”

Sathut, CNS

Sinclair smiled and said “Indeed it is so. I would be the first to admit, my career path has not been exactly average.” and he laughed a bit. “Security to Counselor is a bit of a jump. But to go back again… I have to aay I think it was much harder the first shift. Going back with what I know now has been somewhat exciting… both from a psychological and Security aspect.”

Sinclair, CoS

“Why did you turn to counseling in the first place?” Sathut asked, tilting his head slightly.

Sathut, CNS

“Not counseling, per se. I originally started studying psychology in order to become a better negotiator… hostage situations, ransom demands and the like.” As he spoke, he smiled as he remeberd the varied paths that had led to his present position.. “But as I took the courses, a few of the instructors took notice of my work and, with the support of my Commanding Officer at the time, I worked through my coursework and wrote a few papers. I finished my Doctorate not long after being assigned here, actually.”

Sinclair, CoS

And that ended up with you in the shrink’s chair, eh?” Sathut chuckled. “How do you feel about being back in security?”

Sathut, CNS

Sinclair chuckled softly and said “Im actually quite happy. I relish the new perspective that my time as a Counselor brings. And it allows me new avenues to help the personnel under me progress and develop. I’ve always told my Security teams: ‘I want the muscle you use the most while you are on duty to be your brain.’ Now I can really help them use their gifts to become better.”

Sinclair, CoS

“It’s a good philosophy,” Sathut agreed. “Well, I’ve read over your file, and I don’t see anything in this conversation that might prevent you from serving in a healthy capacity. You’re cleared for duty.”

Sathut, CNS

Sinclair nodded, and shrugged. “Well… very well then. I thank you for your time, Doctor. If you would like sometime, perhaps we could talk shop over dinner. Maybe we can come up with some training you could assist my department with.” and he stood up. “9nly if that interests you, of course. No rush, consider it a standing invitation.”

Sinclair, CoS

“It was good meeting you, Lt. Cmdr,” Sathut said with a small smile.

Sathut, CNS


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