[CENTER]...PALAVEN PSYCHIATRIC CLINIC....[/CENTER] ACCESS IDENTIFICATION: AG289-trH2 PASSCODE:********** >> ACCESS DENIED PASSWORD:_ >>STAND BY //:OVERRIDE_ADMINISTRATION: AA375-qsG0 >> PROCESSING PASSWORD: ********** >> ACCESS GRANTED _>> ACCESSING COUNSELOR LOGS… >> LOADING PLEASE SELECT A FILE >> PATIENT FILE_ >> AUDIO SECESSIONS_ >> THERAPIST PERSONAL LOGS_ >> ROOM 172 SECURITY FEED_ -12/25/2357-14:00_ [u][center]DR. ALISHRA T’VYNAS LOGS[/center][/u] [u][center][i]Video playback[/i][/center][/u] Dr. Alishra T’Vynas’ office came into view through the dim cameras. The office had a sharp, streamlined design that complimented the Turian’s sense of duty and professionalism, something expected on Pavalen. Across from her desk were several narrow yet tall windows with the shutters sealed tightly, their metal preventing the sunlight and radiation from seeping in. It also blocked the Turian city from view during the day and casted the therapist into artificial light . Currently her crested was bent over her work. In the far corner, diagonally from her location, was a simple chair and reclining couch that hadn't been used in several weeks since her arrival. There was a few homey touches that broke up the serious of the scenery creating a familiarity that Alishra enjoyed and ruined the alienating professionalism within her work space. These were all she brought over after she left her home colony. Her eyes lifted from her display to stare a bit at her picture, her children and their grandmother smiling at her, the image framed and sitting on her desk. Her head lingered a moment before the sound of her sealed doors hissing open caused her to pull away. Followed by the hiss came a military Turian, dressed in military grabs of the Hierarchy. His posture screamed high ranking, her sight noting the metals and stars to visually confirm such assumption, while he approached her desk and stopped in front. His piercing yellow eyes studied her with the same scrutinizing look she gave him until his gravely voice broke the silence. “Dr. T’Vynas? I presume.” She wasn’t surprised at this treatment. The calm, yet cautious tone that carefully measured itself to keep a politeness customary when dealing with her race, the perks and accorded respect that came with being an Asari. Her fingers intertwined to rest under her chin while she paused for a moment and weighed his comment. She took in his image from his dark brown carapace, lightened by the Palaven markings across his face, and thicker than average frame for his species giving him a filled out form. Relaxing her stern expression into a blank one, she reclined in her chair and placed her interlaced fingers into her lap, her leg crossed over the other one under the desk. When he hooked eyes with the Turian, she returned the courteous gentler than she had received. “Hello, High Admiral Lorus Fenos. What can I do for you?” In truth she was very curious, it showed easily in her body language as she leaned into the conversation when the High Admiral started to speak. “Your patient, Vellios Malkai, I would like to see his files and get your professional opinion.” Fenos started, his vocal cord keeping steady and calm with surprisingly flawlessness. This caused the Asari to narrow her focus on the source, her face to crunch up in discomfort then melt back into a neutral stance. It wasn’t uncommon for the High Admire to come into her office and request patient file, those she had cleared for combat or retirement, just to see what exactly he had to work with for deployment. In fact, it was her primary purpose here to evaluate and determine which Turian patient was best suited for the task. This situation was strange. Almost too strange as asking for a patient by name, especially one in such shattered moral and emotional state, was stirring her wariness into a new level since Vellios was also considered too young to be officially recruited into the military. Not accounting for the military’s tradition of hazing, grueling training and verbal cruelty which, she worried, might pulled the boy back into a trauma he wasn’t fully able to cope with again. “High Admiral, Fenos, this is particularly odd,” Alishra started, her leg adjusting back onto the floor and pulled herself toward the desk, her arms moved to rest on the top while she retained eye contact, “Especially since the turian in question is young, morally shattered, and rather mentally ill prepared for the recruitment stages of the Hierarchy. The fact you know him and he’s even on your radar is… disturbing to me, for lack of better words.” Fenos didn’t say anything. The high Admiral merely stared into the far wall, drawing more awareness about the situation within the doctor, as he seemed to mentally debate on what he was about to share. Deciding at last it seemed, he turned his avian like head into her direction with a high positioned crest and predatory eyes fixed upon her. His words were unexpected drawing her attention to his proposal. “His background states he’s experienced hardships and a violent environment during his recruit-” “Recruitment sounds more like he was a willing participant which, as I state in my personal files, he was anything but one. Vellios has suffered traumatizing experiences that no turian youth should’ve ever been subjected.” Promptly, more out of professional accuracy than intentional pride, Dr. T’Vynas corrected the turian officer. “This includes from killing his own mother to surviving the Haides twisted form of justice and moral atmosphere. The fact he managed to escape and can even adjust to a faint sustaining, civilized life within C-Sec’s very cells is nothing short of the Goddess’ blessing. Most individuals we’ve encountered have often regressed back or lost their mind, and those were converted adults.” She was naturally referring to the rare Haides escapee that wasn’t immediately killed by their own shock collar or their fellow crew mates, their personalities shattered beyond repair. Often the Hierarchy or other government officially had to put them down-not only for their safety but the public’s. Vellios was actually among the few lucky enough to be resistant to the experience, but it still left it’s own scars never-the-less. She had just recently gotten him to open up and expose that pain to her through he continued to refuse the mind melding therapy she could offer. Most patients reacted well to the treatment and often addictingly because she could easily seek out the core issues, aiding their mending much faster, but not Vellios. He rather go the longer way to mend causing her frustration and curiosity to grow with each session as to why. “So, my question is: why do you require information over Vellios Malkai? He’s not recruitable age or a viable option, even you must agree.” The Asari asked with a firm desire, her eyebrow raised to question Fenos’ motives. The High Admiral, something she expected, took his time in answering then revealed the truth. “Curious. I knew Liana and Syberus Malkai, having served alongside the latter for several years. That is before he lost his mind and became separated from the Hierarchy, his views becoming a twisted version of those who see the government as dictating and controlling. He never could accept the government’s restrictions for his own safety so I wasn’t fully shocked by his choice of careers when he fully went mad.” His sight noted a chair sitting at the desk’s end, his feet moved toward when his arm reached to pulled it in front of the desk, allowing him to face Dr. T’Vynas at about eye level. “I saw the vid feed and his profile image, realizing how much he looked like his father… save for those eyes. Those are Liana’s. “ “You sound like you two were close.” Alishra commented neutrally. “Yes, we were engaged once before I broke it off. I regret it, but we were both young and felt foolish at the time. It’s odd to think Vellios might’ve been mine once but instead, turned out like he did. I’m curious about the youth,” Fenos stated, his words bizarrely calm and firm in his reply, “If he’s anything like the Syberus I knew.” “And if he is?” “May the Spirit forgive me for saying this, but he’s better dead then.” An awkward silence engulfed the two until T’Vynas held up her omnitool, her hand pulled up a control to the video feed, then abruptly typed in a command causing the video to buzz then go dark. [center]_____End of Transmission_____[/center]