Medical had been a breeze. Of course, nothing but the usual childhood ailments was a definite plus. “Well, one down, two to go,” she murmured as she nodded to a couple passing crewmen in the hallway as she made her way to the Councilor’s office. She wasn’t a fan of head shrinkers. Sure… they had their place. Trauma recovery, miscreants, even nightmares after a particularly hard away mission were all reasons to go see a Councilor. But she had just arrived on the ship. Two weeks ago she had been ‘head shrunk’ at her last station. So what, in two weeks, warranted another ‘look see’ into her brain.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the chime on the side of the door to the office. “Well, here we go…” she murmured under her breath.

Ens Amber Josen
Scientist