First Log Entry, USS Achilles Chief Counselor

Posted on 08 Dec 2013 @ 11:20pm by Lieutenant Elas Vonti

437 words; about a 2 minute read

Enter First log entry for Elas Vonti, Chief Counselor USS Achilles.

I applied to Starfleet Medical for a Chief Counselor position almost a year ago. I had given up hope honestly, I had expected to be assigned to one academic cubbyhole or another but I was just offered the billing for the USS Achilles! Its a Prometheus class vessel, which I am told is very impressive. I am just glad it isn't a warship, The Dominion may have forced the Alpha quadrant to accept Federation rule, but I wont serve the high minded ideals of the Federation by doing its dirty work. I plan on helping people, mending wounds, repairing what was lost to the tragedies of war.

The CO is a Klingon, a rear Admiral at that, this will prove to be interesting to say the least. Medical assures me my posting is backed by their recommendation so I can expect to sail through some rough seas. I can help him though, if he needs it or wants it. There are others on board I have also identified as needing therapy, the role of counselor is one I have pursued for years and now that I am finally here I cannot wait for the arrival of my new calling.

My studies of this ships recent logs show trauma and all forms of Critical Incident Stress never addressed in the CMO after-action reports. The tension and subtextual emotional trauma are surely affecting crew performance as I outlined to Medical during my previous stint as a researcher. The most recent status of Achilles was unknown, they were responding to a call from a planet... Durnanadan or something. Until they return I am stuck on Tycho City, the Earth's moon's lobby for viewing the more interesting places you could be if you weren't stuck here under orders.

I expect I will be watching the utopian world spin for some time, Achilles could still be a week away. At least Tycho City has a liberal outlook on social scenes, there are more bars and clubs here than I thought for a backwashed space terminal.

---log paused---

Well there seems to be a reception of sorts for a wedding, I may insert myself at the buffet, who knows I might meet a lucky gal, or guy, no slim pickings here for sure. Achilles can take its time I will find someone to keep my stay here brief. That Betazoid ensign with the amazing arms in particular. I saw those looks from his smoldering and dreamy eyes, I may have imagined it, but I like to think not. Enough talk.

-End Log-

 

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