11-25-2024, 05:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2024, 05:07 PM by Louise Liu.)
Assistant Counsellor's Log
Stardate 202411.25
The Artemis has arrived at our destination, some nebula close to the Cardassian border. From what I've heard, we're here to make sure nobody is using the nebula to get up to no good; I think a ship like the Artemis is overkill for a task like this, but Starfleet's military mindset seems to remain in full force. Mostly thanks to the tensions the warhawks at Starfleet Command have been propagating with the Cardassians.
They shake a stick, Starfleet shakes a bigger stick. And so the cycle continues until everyone dies.
Life on the Artemis has, admittedly, been far more tame than I had expected based on the stories I have been told. While this crew is in dire need of an expanded contingent of therapists and counsellors, there have not been any psychiatric emergencies that I have been made aware of. As a result, my duties have been limited to routine mental health checkups, conducting the odd psychological recheck, and organising the paperwork of the senior counsellors.
I admit, I was expecting to find the current counselling staff huddled in a corner muttering "fuck around and find out" over and over.
Thanks to my junior rank, I have had limited contact with my superiors. While I am curious to meet Captain Crawford in the flesh, I consider this to be a plus, as I wish to observe her and generate my own opinion rather than judging her based on her association with the more military-minded factions within Starfleet. Alex always said a successful therapist is free of bias, and I need to remember that.
Until then, this paperwork isn't going to sort itself out.
End Log.
Stardate 202411.25
The Artemis has arrived at our destination, some nebula close to the Cardassian border. From what I've heard, we're here to make sure nobody is using the nebula to get up to no good; I think a ship like the Artemis is overkill for a task like this, but Starfleet's military mindset seems to remain in full force. Mostly thanks to the tensions the warhawks at Starfleet Command have been propagating with the Cardassians.
They shake a stick, Starfleet shakes a bigger stick. And so the cycle continues until everyone dies.
Life on the Artemis has, admittedly, been far more tame than I had expected based on the stories I have been told. While this crew is in dire need of an expanded contingent of therapists and counsellors, there have not been any psychiatric emergencies that I have been made aware of. As a result, my duties have been limited to routine mental health checkups, conducting the odd psychological recheck, and organising the paperwork of the senior counsellors.
I admit, I was expecting to find the current counselling staff huddled in a corner muttering "fuck around and find out" over and over.
Thanks to my junior rank, I have had limited contact with my superiors. While I am curious to meet Captain Crawford in the flesh, I consider this to be a plus, as I wish to observe her and generate my own opinion rather than judging her based on her association with the more military-minded factions within Starfleet. Alex always said a successful therapist is free of bias, and I need to remember that.
Until then, this paperwork isn't going to sort itself out.
End Log.