Noah stood outside the counsellor’s office, fidgeting nervously. Something about the idea of a counsellor made him nervous. If engineers like him took apart machines and the medics on board could take apart (and presumably put back together) people then what exactly could a counsellor break or fix?

He didn’t like any of the answers he’d come up with so far.

But, what was the worst that thing that could happen? Well, he could be found unfit for duty. Get sent home.

He was certain that wasn’t going to happen.

Taking a breath to calm himself he stepped into the office properly, throwing up a salute. “Cadet Parata, reporting for my…uh..my…appointment?”

-Cadet Noah Parata