Paddy never could help but squint as the sea blue hue of a transporter beam rematerialised his atoms, luckily in the correct order. The young Irishman grinned, clicked his heels and bounced off the pad. The Andorian manning the controls shot him a quizzical look before shaking his head and looking back down at the console. Paddy’s smile broadened as he placed an arm on the console and leaned against it, “How’re ye,” he began, “Patrick McMillan, Paddy to me friends.” The young man’s Irish lilt seemed to get more aggressive as he continued to talk, “I’m looking for the Captain.” The Andorian held a stare with McMillan for a moment before pointing to a set of blinking lights heading in the direction of the Bridge.

McMillan was used to a small Bridge, so managed to cross it with ease and presented himself in front of the CO and First Officer, “Good morning, Lieutenant Patrick McMillan reporting for duty, who’s first for a session? Little counselling humour for you,” he winked.

-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-