Connor stood nervously outside the door to the Counselor’s office. He felt that all in all his mental health was fairly good, and he has had no prior issues regarding it during his time at Starfleet, but the Counselor could deem him unfit for service at any time, and would surely know more about him than any other member of the crew, which was not exactly a reassuring thought. Nevertheless it is important that this goes well the cadet thought as he prepared himself.

Taking one final deep breath, Connor knocked on the door and patiently waited on a response from within. This is going to be easy, like ripping off a band-aid he tried to reassure himself. Then you get to go study the ship and really get to work.

|Cadet Connor Washburne|