Ensign Niev Galanis - Frontier Psychiatry
Niev Galanis
((Counseling Department, Medical Center - Amity Outpost))
It was the nervousness that got to Niev the most. It wasn’t as though they were one of those types who avoided counseling or had some sort of distaste for the whole thing. The Centauran understood full well the importance of making sure their mind was in as good of working shape as any other part of them. Doubly so as a scientist. But that didn’t make talking about things any easier. A rather private person growing up, Niev still felt like they were getting used to sharing things about themself… let alone speaking about the one thing every counselor wanted to bring up.
It wasn’t as though they were ignoring it. If anything, it was a constant, lurking presence behind their thoughts at all times. Even when they weren’t thinking about it, it was still there. Coming to terms with it enough to continue their Starfleet career hadn’t been enough to bury the trauma entirely.
So here they were, back in the Medical Center again, this time the doors softly sliding open into the Counseling Department. They were well overdue to meet some of the more regular counseling staff on board the station, and the nagging little reminder on their PADD had finally drawn them here. Taking a moment to look around the area, they spotted the Vulcan they’d come to meet.
Galanis: Hello, Counselor. Ensign Niev Galanis, Junior Science Officer.
Ychol: Response
Galanis: Thank you. I’m just here as requested, but I appreciate the welcome.
Ychol: Response
There was a brief awkward moment where Niev awkwardly tried to choose their next words carefully, hands fidgeting subtly at their sides. Just get this over with, they told themself. Counseling is simply recapping that which already exists. No different from a science report.
It was just about themself.
Galanis: You’ll have to excuse my… lack of experience with counseling sessions. I did have some discussions with what counselors they could spare back on Earth, and there was also the psychiatric evaluation I filled out on the way here. But this will be my first real session on Amity Outpost.
Ychol: Response
Swallowing and pressing their hands against their sides to stop the fidgeting, Niev steeled themself against the awkward nervousness. This was part of their duty as a Starfleet Officer, and if they could handle hurtling through a benamite field while doing advanced physics in their head, then they weren’t going to let talking about themself stop them.
Galanis: I’m comfortable with whatever you deem necessary to discuss.
Ychol: Response
TAG!/TBC…
