2nd. Lt. Jacen Xaivis “A Psychologists Dream…Or Nightmare?”
Jacen Xaivis
“A Psychologists Dream…Or Nightmare?”
((Counsellor’s Office, Deck Five, USS Octavia E. Butler))
A few meters along the corridor from sickbay, left, right and left again…or something similar…Jacen found himself at his next port of call.
The waiting room of Karen Stendhal; the ships counsellor and the second of the four seals.
He’d sat in rooms like this many times – it was not an unfamiliar battlespace. That wasn’t to say he was here in an adversarial mindset, far from it. He knew…or deeply suspected…what would have befallen him if it weren’t for the care he had received in Leran Manev.
That said, he couldn’t help feeling a little apprehensive. This was an important discussion and, off all the people he was scheduled to see, he felt this was likely to become the most regular meeting.
He hoped it would get off to a good start.
He heard the door slide open and the marine looked up. The woman standing there was shorter than he was, slight, very blonde and extremely blue eyed. He wasn’t sure if it was the reflection of her uniform or just the natural colouration of her iris’ but they were striking.
He smiled kindly and slightly expectantly.
Stendhal: Response
Xaivis: That’s right. ::Standing:: Thank you
He followed the woman into her office and took a seat where she had gestured.
Stendhal: Response
Xaivis: Settling…although how settled I’m allowed to get is largely going to depend on how this conversation goes.
Stendhal: Response
TBC
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2nd Lt. Jacen V. Xaivis
SFMC Officer