The last portion of the check-in was the mental health stuff. The previous ship took Tom a little more than expected to find its location. The turbo free-fall to the lower deck of this ship, deck 33, where things were unusual to him, again.

“So there’re 2 places here, the office and a center?” He questioned his ‘sensors’ between his ‘intakes’. Since this was his first day here, he went to the latter. Perhaps he thought about taking an appointment first. After all, as long as he could walk and talk, there was nothing particularly to worry about. The counselor he had on the Academy ship was a competent one who was impressive. Her office was not only lovely decorated but also the questions she asked were straight-arrowed to his origin of continuing the service, which made him wonder what kind of stuff he would be facing here.

So far, he was ‘impressed, by the security level of the ship in general. And the extended muscles that were potentially amphibious capable. It was a while since the last time he saw them. Some of the plebes were ‘lucky’ to be instructed from them during the field training, which made him miss the Australia time a little bit.

He walked to the center’s door and pushed a circle-shaped object.

Ens Little, Eng