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Psych Eval, Reporting in

Posted Feb. 19, 2019, 2:22 a.m. by Ensign Toren Nalar (Security Officer) (Chris Perry)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Psych Eval, Reporting in

Posted by Ensign Toren Nalar (Security Officer) in Psych Eval, Reporting in

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sathut (Counselor) in Psych Eval, Reporting in
Posted by… suppressed (6) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Toren had been dreading this. Micah’s old office. He knew from the ships manifest that she wasn’t the counsellor anymore, he guessed that after what had happened she hadn’t felt up to helping others, but still, the place had far too many memories for him to feel at ease in.

He approached the door and rang the chime. When the door slid open, he stepped inside smartly.

“Ensign Nalar, reporting for Psych Eval”

Ensign Nalar

The door opened with a shhk, revealing the counselor’s office behind. The decor of the office was strange, to say the least. Other than the nice, human-sized couch, everything looked like it had been manufactured for a child. The desk was half the height of a normal one, and even the computer looked small. There was a chair opposite to the couch that, strangely, was proportioned for a child but was tall, almost like a high chair. The counselor himself, well…

Toren stopped for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected decor. He had expected it to be different from Micah’s day, but this was odd, and for a moment he wondered if he had accidentally come to the wrong room.

The man was a feline alien, no more than three feet in height when standing. He wore a sleeveless flowing grey robe, with gold, silver, and reddish embroidery covering it in intricate detail. Honestly he’d rather wear nothing in regards to cloth, but that didn’t seem to be approved of around here. On his ears were a selection of bright golden rings, some with small gems embedded in them. His wrists bore woven rope bracelets, the right arm wrapped from wrist to elbow in braided twine. His right leg, although not visible from where he was seated, bore an intricate silver brace, the metal woven in its own patterns.

Toren’s eyebrows raised when he saw the strange little creature in front of him A cat? he thought to himself, No, not a cat he could immediately sense the swirling emotions of a sentient being, Earth Cats didn’t have anything like that level of emotional depth.

The small alien stood and walked to the open door to greet his guest. “Greetings,” he said, his head dipping respectfully. His right palm rested on his chest, then extended out in a graceful motion towards Nolar. “May your hearts beat strongly, and your love grow wide,” he spoke as he performed the action, then pulled his hand back, folding his hands in front of himself.

“I…yeah?” Toren said, not sure what, if any, response was appropriate to such a flowery greeting.

When he did this, it would be shown to the ensign that on his hand he had three fingers and a thumb, as opposed to the regular four and a thumb. “Thank you for coming. Please, take a seat,” he spoke, gesturing to the comfortable looking couch, then moving over to his chair and gracefully leaping into it.

Sathut, CNS

Toren settled himself on the couch, easing into its soft cushions, he had been in a number of psych evals since the war, and the lies were already forming in his head, so familiar now that he often had trouble remember which stories were lies and which were true.

“Let’s get to it then shall we Doc?”

Ensign Nalar

“I suppose. However, I am not a medical doctor or a psychologist. I am a counselor. So, please, don’t call me Doc. My name, Sathut, will suffice,” he said with a smile. “If you are too stiff to call me by my name, you can call me Counselor.”

“Sathut then” finding that he liked the little Cat, despite his position as what Toren would derisively call a “shrink”.

“I’m sorry if my greeting made you uncomfortable, it is a traditional greeting among my people. The equivalent of a handshake, I suppose. So, Ensign Toren Nalar, where are you from? I can see from your file that you are Betazoid. I suppose that means you can read my mind or something, doesn’t it?”

Sathut, CNS

“It didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, it’s just a bit…more…than I’m used to,” he said truthfully.

“As for where I’m from, Betazed originally, although it’s been a while since I was back, I suppose I don’t really have a home anymore, you know how it is for Starfleet” his tone was light, friendly, but he was on guard, careful not to give too much up too soon.

“As for reading your mind, we’re generally not supposed to do that. Betazoid kids are taught more or less from birth than non-Betazoid minds aren’t the be read without explicit permission, apparently non-telepathic sentients don’t like the idea of us rooting around in their minds, although I’ve always thought it was more to do with the fact that most people lie constantly, and they hate the idea of someone being able to see the truth” he grinned, speaking truthfully and easily. “I can sense your emotions though, that’s like the human sense of smell, you can’t just switch it off, I guess humans can pinch their noses, but it doesn’t really work like that with minds” he joked.

Ensign Nalar

The emotions Nalar would sense off the being he had designated “shrink” were ones of interest and curiosity, and even a mild hint of the sadness of remembering something that one once had and no longer possessed. “I understand the empathic sense more than you might know,” Sathut chuckled slightly, although it was clear from both his facial expression and his sensed emotions that said chuckle was more of a sad one than a joking one.

He smiled then, the emotion nearly reaching his eyes, as he took hold of a cup that had been sitting on the small shelf near his chair. It was water. He took a sip. “I myself hold no fear of individuals ‘rooting around in my mind,’ as long as they do no psychic damage while doing so. This fear of the discovery of truth… I think the only thing I would fear a telepath discovering is if I were trying to plan a surprise party for them,” he chuckled once more, this one brimming with mirth. “Regardless of that, because of our strong sense of smell and our own kind of empathic sense, the Raka do not lie often. There is no benefit to dishonesty when all can sense it in your smell and in your emotions,” he smiled slightly.

Sathut, CNS

Toren eased back into the chair, deciding he liked the little Cat “In that our species are the same then, Betazoids have to learn to temper their honesty around other species though, especially Humans. The problem with being a born telepath is that you can so easily forget that others aren’t. I dare say I’ve accidentally insulted a great many Humans simply through being thoughtless” And more than a few through deliberate action he thought but left unsaid.

Ensign Nalar

Sathut nodded thoughtfully, his emotions simmering down to a calm curiosity. “I am not one to be harshly blunt, even in my honesty, so I have not found that to be an issue. I have to admit, despite me being unable to sense your emotions, I find it almost comforting that the other in the room is able to sense mine. Regardless, my emotional state isn’t what we’re here to talk about. Hmm, let’s see… What is the biggest issue you face in your position as a security officer?” he asked, his tail flicking back and forth slightly.

Sathut, CNS

OOC: just a little tip from a fellow writer, quotation marks don’t count as punctuation, one still has to add periods and commas in. I notice it’s a thing a lot of people do, forgetting to include punctuation near their dialogue. :D (Cat “In that) =>> (Cat. “In that)

Also, I’m enjoying this little interaction. One of my favorite parts about playing the counselor is that everyone on the ship is forced to meet me :D

  • Miriam

“Patience.” He said without hesitation, the truth coming easily to him. “I find it very difficult to separate what people are trying to make me believe and what is actually true. In high stress situations, my barriers naturally come down and I can sense peoples thoughts far more clearly, so when I have someone lying to my face, and I can tell they’re lying, I find it damn near impossible to keep my temper in check.”

Ensign Nalar


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