Medically cleared, the young Andorian mixed woman moved down the hall at a smooth gait. She was found set, physically, for duty. Now it was time to see if her head was in the right place. She smiled wondering what direction one had to be in for it to be in the wrong place.

Coming to the Counselor’s office, she took a tug on her tunic top and tapped the chime. She had an appointment. Her last ship had told her that dropping in on a Counselor, unannounced, wasn’t a good thing. It made you seem desperate. While she knew it was just a check in, she wasn’t taking any chances.

Lt JG Mazhari Allendor
Engineer