The first days on board a new vessel were always full of things to do, and yet, given her new promotion and job posting, Carnegie’s first few days on board the Olinski had been some of the busiest she’d ever experienced. They still didn’t come close to her first few days on board the Chimera three years prior, when then 2nd Lieutenant Thunderhawk had managed to dent the carrier’s bulkhead while docking his craft and Eleanor had had the dressing down of her life. All of that was past now.

It had only been when Carnegie had nudged the Sentinels crew to go do their checkups that she realized she hadn’t done hers either.

“The Counselor is Fleet, Ma’am! I wouldn’t mind going if it was a Marine one!”

“Yeah, I’d go see a Marine Counselor! I don’t trust Fleeters to do a good job on these psych evals!”

The complaints and protests had come in many forms but for the most part their gist was one and the same.

“You know Lady, if you want us to go through our Psych Evals, maybe you should set an example and do it first!”

Even after Sloan’s two glasses of whiskey and Eleanor’s five shots of vodka, her Flight Engineer’s reasoning was sound.

Carnegie sighed. “Fine…! I’ll set the example.”

And that was why Eleanor was standing in front of the door to the CNS’s office, proudly wearing her flight suit, clearly setting herself apart from the regular Starfleet crew. In a world were most vision problems could be corrected without issue, the pair of glasses that framed her eyes would make Carnegie an even weirder sight.

With a deep breath and a nod to no one in particular but herself, Eleanor pressed the chime and waited.

Maj. Carnegie, Blue Squadron Leader