Ella typically did things, different she was brash and often asked for forgiveness than permission in her recent bout of ‘against the flow’ she’d mixed up her reporting periods and figured she officially get her Counselling sessions set up. She knew with the utmost certainty she’d have to arrange regular sessions with the ships counsellor and undergo self pity exercises and enlightenment, it was the same at the academy and just about everywhere else she went. Her troubles followed her like a bad smell, not that she smelt bad, she smelt great as it was for all Elasians, the oh so perfect Elasian gift. Curse in Ella’s eyes.

This was her accepting that she was troubled, or at least had troubles. Which, Dr Loothman said was the first step into getting better. The truth, they should try living on a planet completely and utterly ruthless and barbaric or at least that’s how appeared to outsiders. Ella figured that’s how it was everywhere, woman were the ones in charge, men were there to serve and she got what she wanted… Well not everything she was never meant to leave Elas and she was certainly not meant to become a scientist. She was supposed to take over her mums position and now she was an outcast not to one but two societies her own and to Starfleet at least with Starfleet they accepted her for her professional ability if not her social ability. So she guessed they didnt always get what the wanted.

Stepping up to the door to the counsellor’s officer which she’d been pointed towards by several overly keen human men and one rather annoyed engineering officer who of course was a human woman and could sense like a coiled snake the danger Ella presented. It was enough to make anyone go insane, no wonder she needed counselling. She closed her eyes and breathed, a deep long breath before letting it out and pressed the counsellors door chime to signify her precense.

• Lt JG Ella Lokaa, Science