Marcus squared his posture and rang the bell to the CNS office. He never really had a problem meeting with a counslor from time to time. It had helped him manage his stress during the last few years at the academy. He had been in the field the past 15 weeks cross training with a team of Marines. They had rubbed off on him significantly. He was far more diciplined than he had been when he first connected with them. The extra twenty pounds of muscle he had put on during the time caused his uniform to strech some, he would have to remember to replicate an new uniform one that fit him better.

Ensign March Lavent
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