Evaluating who?

Posted on Tue 13th Jan, 2015 @ 9:54am by Lieutenant Zhara Rynn & Commander Geraldine "Geri" Severide

1,222 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/7
Location: Counselor's Office

With no perceived threat onboard the Starbase and having reported to the CO, Geri felt in a devious mood hungry to exercise her craft. In the absence of the house cat Geri needed a new target to spar with.

The shrink would be a perfect place to begin the hunt.

She located the office and tapped the door chime.

"I might actually enjoy this one." she sneered.

"Come in," Zhara said, turning from her planter. She'd been watering her plants, soft jazz playing over the speakers as her plants enjoyed music.

She smiled when she saw the woman. "Hello. How may I help you?"

Geri chuckled at the woman's question. In more ways then you know she said to herself. "Mandatory psych eval." Geri said plopping herself on the nearby couch.

Zhara's eyebrow raised, having clearly heard the woman's comment. "Come in, sit down and make yourself comfortable. Geri Severide, correct?"

"The one and only." Geri said arrogantly bowing her head and holding her arms out to either side.

"Would your one and only like something to drink, or would you prefer to stand during our chat?" Zhara asked, her slightly accented voice hinting at humor.

"No dear I had my fill of bloodline before I came here. Probably have a few after we're done. But I'll definitely make good use of this couch." Geri replied with a smirk.

"I hope you're not allergic to dogs," Zhara said, taking a seat in the overstuffed chair next to a large white husky.

"Oh no dear." Geri laughed. "On the contrary they seem to be allergic to me. The last poor pooch I ran into stopped breathing shortly after it met me. Might have had something to do with me snapping it's neck." She replied with a smile batting her eyelashes at the counsellor.

"Killing a therapy dog will get you a lengthy sentence on a penal colony," Zhara reminded the woman. So far she was less than impressed with the woman -- which wouldn't look good in her record. "How did you manage to become a department head with your lack of self-discipline?" she asked.

"I could ask the same of you." Geri said placing her hand on her chest gasping as if offended by the counsellor's comment. "I thought you counsellor's weren't supposed to be judgmental but here you are barely knowing me and already you pass judgment thinking I'm some kind of monster." She wiped a tear from her eye before shaking her head at the would be therapist.

Zhara chuckled. "Not very convincing, I'm afraid," Zhara replied. "So, tell me about your last assignment."

Geri looked back at the counselor. "Read a PADD...."

"I did. I'd like to hear your version," Zhara replied calmly.

Geri yawned. "Long story short I tried to ensure the self-righteous house cat kept his nine lives intact. Apparently that makes me a traitor."

"He never said you were a traitor," Zhara said. "The XO, however, doesn't like you very much."

"Oh you mean the spy turned nerd? A real swiss army knife there. I once heard she had a lab code named Section 32." Geri replied trying to contain her laughter.

Zhara didn't fare as well. She chuckled softly. "I've read about her. However, as that ship is not one I'm likely to encounter, I will say nothing."

"Oh so now you decide not to be judgmental. For someone whose supposed to be stable you seem more like a shotgun blast." Geri commented.

"My job is to listen to you and learn what type of person you are," Zhara said. "What sort of music do you like?"

"Klingon Opera." Geri replied.

"Traditional or modern?" Zhara asked, not at all surprised by the answer.

"Angry." Geri replied.

"There are times for Angry Klingon Opera," Zhara said. "It can be quite cathartic."

"You really think I actually listen to Klingon opera?" Geri said chuckling.

"I've met people who listen to Tellerite Death Metal," Zhara said. "Angry Klingon Opera is about the same. Besides, you might want to grow up to be a Klingon some day."

"And maybe you'll grow up and become a counsellor someday." Geri retorted.

Zhara shook her head. "Pity. I expected better of you. That's not a very clever comeback. "I must have hit a nerve. Peter Pan syndrome, perhaps?" she asked. "I think you should practice meditation on a daily basis. It is quite good for the overall mental acuity of a person, not to mention good for learning to control your emotions."

"It wasn't a comeback it was an observation. Now if you are quite done misdiagnosing me I would quite like to be on my way." Geri quipped yawning as she was becoming bored with the woman.

"I haven't diagnosed anything," Zhara stated. "You came in here with a chip on your shoulder and a desire to cause trouble. I simply chose not to comply. If you wish to leave, you are welcome. However, that does not mean the evaluation is over -- or even begun. Nor does it mean you are cleared for duty."

"Well then make it over counsellor, I have work to do." Geri growled back.

"As do I," Zhara countered. "Now, if you wish to give me honest answers to my questions, we can get this over with so you can return to making someone else's life miserable."

"Oh counsellor I assure you, my answers thus far have been nothing but the truth." Geri said holding her right hand up.

"If you insist," Zhara said. "Computer, play angry Klingon opera for the Commander."

As the music began to play loudly over the comm system, Zhara handed Geri a PADD. "Now, if you would be so kind as to answer these questions."

Geri took the PADD and began to skim through the questions. Her reactions were mostly minimal, a change for the outspoken woman but a few questions elicited a soft laugh.

"Here." she said returning the PADD to the councillor. "But you may want to look at getting the questions reevaluated. It didn't even ask for my favourite colour." She stuck out her lower lip giving the counsellor a pouty look.

"No, that's not something I need to know. Unless you want to share it," Zhara said, taking the PADD and loading the data into her computer for analysis. "Probably blood red to go with the Angry Klingon Opera."

Geri shook her head from side to side with a smile on her face. "There you go assuming again counsellor. With instincts like that you would make a terrible intelligence officer."

Zhara just laughed. "We both know that you're not half the officer you think you are. My job is to determine if you're good enough for the job at hand." She pressed a button, the music stopped and the door opened. "And that remains to be seen. Good day, Lieutenant."

"Likewise." Geri said giving the counsellor a smirk as she rose from the couch. She was about to speak but instead simply left the counsellor's office.

Zhara sighed and scratched her dog's head. "That is one person I'm glad to see leave. Come on, this calls for tea and biscuits."

The dog's tail wagged happily and she followed Zhara.

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Lieutenant Geraldine "Geri" Severide
Acting Executive Officer

Lieutenant Zhara Rynn
Chief Counselor

 

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