Private Basket Case

[Judah Dashiell]

CORPORATE SECTOR SAFFALORE

Tannor Grene
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Saffalore.

Judah had once been quite active in the Corporate Sector and Tingel Arm. Development had waned over the last decade, his eyes sight elsewhere. Yet the salvager saw that as a mistake. While his son was in university he had attempted to move into the Core, to be more centrally located. Yet insurance and taxes were high. Supplies disrupted due to changing territory and wars. He was finding it difficult to justify trying to maintain a presence, which is when he turned back to this region. It helped his eldest son was also moving his company out this way, a slow but steady process.

Another busy season in life. He liked to stay busy. Kept the thoughts in his head from running away from him.

Today a piece of business that wasn't credit related. His therapist was here. Judah had been seeing the man for the last year, finally taking a mild anxiety stim for his droid phobia. Additionally any other issues, but that was a mountain. Droids first, everything else he could deal with in due time. The stim was helping - he was wary but it kept the flight or fight edge off. A great first step.


"Mister Dashiell, Doctor Grene is here to see you."

Turning away from the massive transparisteel window, Judah depressed the intercomm button on his desk.

"Thank you, send him in."

 

[Tannor Grene]

Tannor entered without hurry. His attire was as it always was during sessions; understated, deliberate, absent of insignia or distraction. His gaze swept the room only briefly, noting exits, lighting, the distance to the window.

Then it settled on Judah. “Mr. Dashiell.” A polite nod of acknowledgment. Not stiff. Not overly familiar. He did not sit immediately. “I appreciate you accommodating the appointment here,” he began evenly. “However, before we begin, I’d like to offer you a choice.” A small pause; giving the weight of that word space. “My office has been set up nearby. Fully shielded. No electronic surveillance. No active droid systems.” His tone remained neutral, factual. “Given the work we’ve been doing regarding your autonomic responses, the environment matters.”

He glanced briefly toward the intercomm panel Judah had just used. “If you’d prefer the familiarity of your own space, we can remain here. But if you’d like a controlled setting where your nervous system doesn’t need to monitor additional variables, I recommend we relocate.”

Now he moved toward a chair, but did not sit yet. “You’ve made measurable progress this year,” he added calmly. “The stim is reducing the acute spike. That means we’re ready to examine what sits underneath it.” A subtle shift of tone. Slightly firmer. “And that requires as little interference as possible.” His gaze met Judah’s directly. “Your choice.”

Tag: Judah Dashiell

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Judah chuckled humorlessly.

"I know why I overreact to droids Doctor. I was attacked by them during my time in the military. Got the scars to prove it."

He wasn't being dismissive. His last therapist, ages ago, had mentioned that this was a potential lifelong battle. Judah acknowledged what happened. Didn't change his reaction. He was positive there was something also deeper but he figured what he went through was also traumatic and he never really dealt with it. Life had gotten in the way.

"I'm enjoying this new office. Amazing views. We can continue the session here." He gave a small pause and motioned to the chair. "Take a seat. Can I offer you some refreshments? Water? Tea? Something stronger? I've got a varied assortment."

Tannor Grene​