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Pre sim: CNS Office - Psych Evaluation

Posted Jan. 12, 2019, 9:41 p.m. by Ensign David Harrington (Doctor) (Cass Young)

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in Pre sim: CNS Office - Psych Evaluation

Posted by Ensign David Harrington (Doctor) in Pre sim: CNS Office - Psych Evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in Pre sim: CNS Office - Psych Evaluation
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It was a strange feeling walking through the hallway of the Viking. With the way the shadows seemed to reach out to him trying to suck him in, it almost felt like he was the only living being on a ghost ship. Even the crew were… strange. He’d expected to elect a few stares from the other crew members he passed, but he’d recieved nothing of the sort. Rather his rough looks almost fitted in along with everyone else. He vaugly remembered a passing comment Harry had made about it being a ship fill of regects, Star-fleets cast offs and what not. He hadn’t believed her then, but a part of him wondered if maybe she had been right. He was now here after all. Mentally he shook his head, although his face maintained it’s neutrality. He should be focusing on the task at hand, which was finding the Counselors office.

The Counselor was always the first place David went to on a ship. As a personal rule, he liked to get both of his evaluations done before meeting his superior officer, although being a doctor, he had frequently killed two birds with one stone (so to speak) by getting his pyshical done when he reported in. Logically it meant that his Psychological was done first. And with one of the conditions of his return to Star-Fleet had been that he see one regularly, he was eager now more than ever to meet the person who was unlucky enough to have to delve into the mind of David Harrington.

Abrutly he stopped walking and looked about him. He knew he was on the right deck, but as he looked around himself to get his bearings, he had a sinking feeling that he’d over shot the mark. Turning around he retraced his steps, paying more attention to where he was going now. He’d politely already radioed ahead to let the Counselor know what time to expect him and he hoped that this wouldn’t make him late. Rounding the corner of the corridor, he found he had indeed overshot by at least three doorways, and he quickly hurried to ring the chime.

Ens. Harrington
Doctor

Nestled into the foreboding hallways of the Viking, a dark shadow looming over the door where a light had finally met its last straw, the counselor’s office remained. It was a sinister place, by outwardly appearance, several of the surrounding rooms vacant of inhabitants, many chased away for reasons the Counselor dare not share.. or dare not ask. But the woman who rested beyond those doors, her fingers tapping away at the monitor at her desk, somehow had yet to be chased away by the creatures prowling those halls late at night, when she felt trapped in her office, knowing it the safest place to be.

Obediently, the doors departed at his chime, but not without the screech of it’s aftershock sounding painfully into the counselor’s sensitive ears. She always knew when a new arrival had come, for they chose that murderous chime over the preferable knock she encouraged others to try. Beyond those doors, rested a quaint little office, where the replicator remained useless, two years after she had originally requested its maintenance. It was her own section of nothing, nestled into her corner of nowhere, where she very rarely invited people to be. You could say she was one of the few counselors who preferred house calls.

David covered his own ears at the screech of the doors as they opened. Bowing his head slightly until the horrendous sound ebbed away. Once it was gone, he straightend up and let his eyes explore the office before him.

It held a standard set up, that small room, a couch resting to the far left, accompanied by a slim coffee table and two matching chairs. Upon the furthermost cushion, a peite, calico creature was hidden partially by the pillow she slept upon, her presence often going unnoticed by those who came and went. The walls were decorated with pieces of art drawn by her by a few of the children on board, or pictures of her family and friends, a few awards dancing here and there, but she chose not to mention them. The desk was somewhat centered, a large bookshelf to the right, where authentic old books were placed upon its polished shelves, each in varying conditions. Atop it, a few artifacts, but nothing extravagant.

The counselor, herself, was a diminuative woman, easily to go unnoticed by anyone who did not know who she was. Soft, mocha skin gave way to a warm smile that seemed etched into her lips and her ambered eyes. Tightly curled hair sprung from her scalp, untamed, much like her wild spirit. She was dressed in a single piece of obsidian cloth, a simply suit, her rank dispresent to anyone searching for it, but a commbadge remained upon her chest. When she spoke, her voice didn’t seem to match her appearance, as it was heavily accented and sharp. “Hello, Ensign.” She smiled, rising to her feet. “My name is Ta’lahali Beveres, the ship’s counselor. Unfortunately, I cannot offer you anything more than a place to sit, as my replicator does not work.” She gestured for him to have a seat.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

David smiled in return, “Ensign Harrington, a pleasure to meet you Counselor Beaveres,” he introduced himself, stepping into the room and taking a seat across from her.

“You as well, Ensign Harrington.” Tal reciprocated, returning to her seat. Before speaking, she took a second to observe him, taking him in.

The man himself could only be described as a contradiction. At least physically. He was young - only in his early thirties, and yet his face made him look much older. He was thin - much too thin to be considered healthy, and his brilliant green eyes - unmistakenably the sharp Harrington eyes - reflected an empty soul. His hair was kept only to Starfleet standard, and he was already sporting a 4 o’clock shadow. Yet as he walked over to take his seats, he walked with the confident gait of an officer much higher than his Ensign title. His blue, medical uniform was kept in pristine condition, although it was somewhat baggy on him, as if he hadn’t worn it in a long time, and hadn’t yet had it refitted to fit his smaller size.

“A seat is all I need, if I was an Engineer I would offer to fix your replicator, but I’m afraid my Engineering knowledge is limitied, and I would probably do more harm than good.”

Ens. Harrington
Doctor

“Engineers have tried to fix the damned thing, but it never works. Thus, they gave up about a year and a half ago. It’s got some grudge on whoever occupies this office– nobody knows why, really.” Beveres had never been the kind of woman to believe in the supernatural, nor the possession of inanimate objects by otherworldly creatures. Although, since her arrival to the Viking, over two years ago, those views have slowly begun to change.

David raised an eyebrow, “Maybe it’s a defence mechanism so you won’t psycho analyise it,” he joked

“Hmm.. it would be the smartest defense mechanism I’ve ever seen,” She grinned.

“Shame I’m not a replicator, or I’d try that trick out for myself,”

“Enough about my defiant replicator,” She waved her hand in dismissal, pulling up his records to check over his psychological profile.

“How was your trip to the Viking, Mister Harrington?” Beveres did not conduct these evaluations as many other counselors did. She attempted to maintain a general conversation, making gradual changes in the topic and rhythm of their discussion, as to observe his responses in a casual setting, instead of a formal one. She found it was easier to spot any underlying issues this way.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

“Uneventful thankfully. Which is weird considering when I was an en- when I was younger. All I wanted was something dramatic to happen so I could show off all these cool new skills I learned. But this time I was just happy to see the stars again. A nice quiet flight was what I needed to keep my thoughts straight.” He wondered if he should delve more into what he was here for, but he’d seen so many counselors recently that it was nice just to have a pleasent conversation with one.

Ens. Harrington

“When you’re young and on your first assignment, you always want to find a way to impress the others. It’s almost comical, how things change as the years pass us by.” She smiled, knowing her fair share of Ensigns who had come through with larger-than-life dreams– many she never saw again. “Was it nerve-wracking, coming to the Viking? I know we don’t have the greatest reputation in the ‘fleet.” The question was a double entendre, her concern both for possible anxiety about arrival to the ship, and whatever else might have caused it, should that be his reason for the need of peace and quiet.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

“Was it nerve-wracking for you?” David fired back, though his manner was far more friendly than defensive.

“Back then, I was too naive and excited to be concerned about what horrors would await me,” She shook her head.

“Too be honest Ms Beveres I didn’t know how to feel about coming onto the Viking. I know better than anyone the stories that surround this ship, but if I’m being honest the ghost stories don’t frighten me.” He paused on that vague note, a shadow crossing his features. In a matter of seconds he looked more beraggled than before. He’d lost his confident posture in exchange for a stooped one, giving the impression he was carrying a heavy burden. “My-my sister was first officer of this ship. It was her first posting… and her last. Nobody knows what happened to her she was just…” he paused, searching for the word, “…swallowed up by the shadows.”

Ens. Harrington
Doctor

Beveres sighed, softly. The Viking was notorious for its horrific stories, telling of creatures built off of doom, attacking and obliterating members of its crew. Tal had not believed in ghost stories when she first arrived upon the Viking. That was.. until her best friend had suddenly become one. Leaning forwards, she listened carefully to the man, a glimmer of consideration replacing the concern she initially had. It was obvious he still carried with him the sorrow of his late sister, “It is often times harder to deal with those found missing. You never know whether they are alive and well, or if they have died. It is a wretched path for anyone to walk, and I hope you have not had to do it alone.” Tal paused, tilting her head minutely to one side. “Harrington.. everyone has their own time to heal, but have you found resolve for her disappearance.” She deliberately did not use the word death.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Harrington paused thinking about it, “I’m not sure,” he said slowly, “I think maybe I’m beginning to? I’m managing better than I used to at any rate. Even my being on a starship again is progress. I might be starting from the bottom up all over again, but it’s better than sitting around in my flat, waiting for her to waltz back in with some snarky comment, you know?”

He sunk back in his chair a little, “But then something will happen, that will make me think of her and I’ll go backwards all over again. I won’t eat, I won’t sleep, I’ll either be going though the facts of her disapperance again, or I’ll sit and torture myself with thoughts of her.”

Ens. Harrington
Doctor


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