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Unused Holodeck-Working on Issues, Ens. Ben Wilkinson

Posted June 26, 2020, 11:59 p.m. by Ensign Lydia Ayeka (Counselor) (R Smith)

Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Unused Holodeck-Working on Issues, Ens. Ben Wilkinson
Prior to reporting to the ships counselor, which Ben considered a waste of time. Ben decided to get a quick workout and perhaps ease some of the nervousness he was currently feeling. He had donned his Bogu armor and taken his Shinai out of the carrying bag and was about to engage in a sparring match. “Computer, Kendo dojo, 20th century Earth, opponent third level.” The computer replied that all was ready and he could enter. Upon entering, he removed his sandals and began a series of stretches and warmup exercises, moving across the wooden floor, feet sliding in a specific pattern, shinai held high.low, to the side then to rear. The footwork was all important and Ben’s feet had hard calluses from hours of just practicing the specified patterns, The feet never left the floor but slid from position to position smoothly. After a few minutes he had worked up a slight sweat and felt loose and ready. He bowed to his opponent and said “Begin”.

The next few minutes were a frenetic whirl of activity with both Kendoists striking, parrying and scoring hits. This added to Ben’s frustration as his opponent should not have been scoring near as many blows as he was. Ben was fifth dan and should have easily beaten his opponent, he chalked it up to a lack of practice and concentration. As the match continued he became more frustrated and angry. “Computer cease sparring match! Exit program!” His opponent disappeared and the familiar pattern of the holodeck walls appeared. Ben pulled off his Men, or helmet and threw it across the room.

Sometime later, Ben exited the holodeck, and carrying his Men and sandals, padded toward the living quarters. He estimated he had just enough time for a quick shower and to change into his uniform before he was supposed to check in with the counselor. He was not looking forward to this. Counselors were always prying, always trying to tell you how you ought to feel, and how to deal with this emotion, or that feeling. It was really none of their business, he would work through this by himself. After all “himself” was all he had now.

In the meantime the Genesis’ new counselor was getting situated in her new office. Ensign Lydia Ayeka was a statuesque curvaceous young woman wearing a tight silvery cat suit. Her purple hair was in a pageboy haircut. Her body reminded many of the holosimulations of Commander T’pol or Seven of Nine but her round girlish face and ice blue eyes gave her a childish innocence that seemed for appropriate for a schoolgirl rather than an officer. Her office on the other hand was decorated in subdued green and purple colors. It looked like a lounge more than a duty station for instead of a desk there were several small tables and chairs as well as the obligatory psychologist’s couch. Counslor Ayeka was setting up her potted plants but it was taking longer than it should have as Petty Officer Wendy Darling discovered to her dismay and frustration.

“Hmm, that conifer needs to be moved to the right by at least three centimeters,” Counselor Ayeka mused in her high pitched voice. “Otherwise we’ll have to move all of the other ones.”

“Yes Counselor,” Petty Officer Darling said instead of taking the heavy pot and cracking Ayeka’s skull open with it. Finally a reprieve was granted by the door chime.

“Darling see who that is,” the lavender haired counselor murmured distractedly as she attempted to calculate how to get the feng shui of the room down to a science.

“Counselor, it’s time for your first patient,” Darling reported as she reentered the room. “Lieutenant Suvok’s daughter Valeris is here for her counseling session. Apparently she has become disruptive in class ever since the loss of her mother.”

“Oh yes, show her in,” Ayeka nodded.

Valeris was a short slender girl who only one and a half meters tall, but her raven black hair was arranged in a tight bun on top of her head that gave her at least six centimeters more in height. Her pointed ears and her upswept eyebrows revealed that her planet of origin was either Vulcan or one of its colonies. She was wearing a sleeveless dress of a pale shade of sky blue.

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“Hello sweetheart, my name is Lydia,” the lavender haired counselor greeted cheerfully.

“You work here?” the girl asked.

“Yes,” Ayeka smiled disarmingly.

“You are the ship’s counselor?” Valeris asked her.

“Yes,” Ayeka nodded.

“You are responsible for the mental well-being of the crew?” Valeris’s questions were starting to sound like an interrogation, but Counselor Ayeka hid her trepidation and continued to smile.

“Oh yes,” the counselor said gently, “and I understand that you’re having trouble at school. Why don’t we sit down and you can tell me all about it?”

The grim little girl climbed onto the couch.

Ayeka sat beside her and tried to break the ice. “Do you have any other questions before we begin?” she asked.

“Yes, don’t people from your planet require oxygen for survival?”

“Why yes of course dear,” Ayeka clucked sympathetically. “Why did you ask me such a thing anyway?”

“I simply wanted to know how you breathe in that outfit,” Valeris said.

Ayeka’s eyes bulged out as her pale countenance reddened. “Say what?” the counselor screeched. “What do you mean by that?”

“That outfit is so tight it appears to be merely a silver pigment applied with a pressurized spray,” Valeris continued. “Why do you wear it? Are you trying to attract a mate?”

“Wha-wha-wha?” Ayeka stammered, rendered speechless by the little Vulcan’s question. She blushed furiously. “Attract a mate? Valeris! Why would you even ask such a question?”

“It seems to me that an outfit that tight would make respiration difficult,” Valeris continued. “Since you obviously didn’t choose it for comfort, I assume you chose it to send a message that you were available to engage in the act of procreation. Your apparel displays and exaggerates your sexual characteristics.”

“Valeris You can’t talk that!” Ayeka shushed her. “Is this why you’re having trouble with your classmates? No matter what planet you come from, you can’t talk like that!”

“Can’t talk like what?”

“You can’t say such rude things!” the young counselor insisted.

“In what way was my statement rude?” Valeris asked. “I was merely making an observation and making inferences.”

“Well whatever you do, please don’t make them out loud!” Ayeka instructed. “How are people going to react when you say such things to them?”

“I apologize,” Valeris nodded. “I assumed that you dressed that way in order to get attention. It appeared that you desired to receive comments on your apparel and that your clothing was an appropriate topic of discussion. Since I brought it up, could you reveal your motive for dressing so provocatively? I wish to know the rewards and pitfalls of doing so in order to determine if I should wear revealing clothing myself. Ship’s counselor are usually very popular. I was wondering if dressing as a dabo girl would increase my popularity.”

Ayeka gasped in disbelief. “I dress like a dabo girl?”

“Like a prostitute then?” Valeris guessed. “The advertising potential of your clothing sends a very clear message.”

“Awk!”

“Like an Orion slave girl perhaps?”

“Eek!”

“Like a geisha, a consort, a kept woman, a floozy, a slut, a tramp, a vixen, a Saturnius harem girl, a holodeck femme fetale?” Valeris guessed. She paused to watch the counselor sputter in indignation. “I’m sorry. I don’t wish to offend but I can’t determine the exact look you’re going for,” the young Vulcan admitted. “I’m going to need a clue.”

“That’s right; you need to get a clue!” Ayeka snapped. “Valeris, I don’t know if you know this but nobody likes to be analyzed like a specimen in a lab!”

“Isn’t that what you’re here to do to me?”

“Listen here you little $#!+!”

Needless to say, Ayeka’s first counseling session aboard the Genesis didn’t go very well. After Valeris left she had herself a good cry and was happy that the 24th century invented makeup that didn’t run. Gathering her courage, she composed herself and looked at her schedule to see who her next patient was. “Nearly everybody was psychologically analyzed before they came on board,” she muttered to herself. “Nobody has any real issues. Hopefully my next patient is only suffering relationship problems or workplace stress!” She glanced at her PADD.

Ensign Ben Wilkinson, age: 24. He no family for his parents and younger brother were killed in a shuttlecraft accident while he was in the Academy.

“$#!+!” Ayeka screamed. “$#!+—$#!+—$#!+—$#!+—shittim—$#!+!”

Counselor Ayeka, whose first day is not going well


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