Lt. JG Om-Zora - Can you handle that?

[Ace Christensen]

((Counselling Suites, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

Shortrith: Have you had any distressing mental spirals between the end of the mission?

Om-Zora: Not particularly, no.

None that he thought were worth fully addressing. Everyone had thoughts and feelings about the idea that they could have died in a horrific plague recently. And nearly everyone had some thoughts that left them overthinking it a little bit. He was not exempt, but he did not view his issues as more than base-level at the current moment. The other spirals he’d occasionally been hit with did not feel relevant, and they felt too personal anyhow. None of it hindered his ability to do his job currently. But the counselor sighed.

Shortrith: I understand that you don't particularly like talking about yourself, but it's questions like these that help me to gauge that you're fit for duty.

Om-Zora: I understand that.

Shortrith: If you don't want to have counselling sessions any more than necessary, I understand. However, I am aware that one's mental state can deteriorate without proper care.

Om-Zora felt a twinge of annoyance. He, of course, knew that they were asking questions and seeking clarification on one thing or another. And he respected their job. But this currently felt like they didn’t take him at his word, even with as short as his answers were. 

Perhaps it made him seem cold and unfeeling for not having nightmares or for not feeling like he was spiraling. It was simply that he was used to the things in his head. The mission had affected him in the moment, but it was now part of the rest of the white noise and mostly not distinct anymore. He felt mostly fine.

Om-Zora: And I am here now by my own choice without having been asked. If I thought it was truly disrupting my work, I would tell you. If you believe me to be acting with dishonesty, counselor, I can just go…

Shortrith: I do not think that, Lieutenant. I understand you are being honest.

Om-Zora: Perfect. Then are we done, or are there more inane questions to answer?

Shortrith: As far as I can tell, we're done. I can't identify any major flagging contributors that would inhibit you from being cleared for duty.

Om-Zora: Lovely.

Shortrith: You're good to go, but before we leave, do you have any questions for me?

Om-Zora: Just one.

Shortrith: Go ahead, I'm listening.

Om-Zora: This may be how most of your sessions with me go, unless needs dictate otherwise. Can you handle that?

Shortrith: Response

Om-Zora: Then we have an understanding. Have a nice day, Counselor.

Om-Zora nodded his head in respect, straightened his uniform, and stepped out of the counseling offices without another word.

Tags / [End of scene with Om-Zora]

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Lt. JG Om-Zora

USS Ronin

Science Officer

J239802D12

Pronouns: They/she (player), He/him (character)