Randy paced his quarters back and forth for what seemed like an hour as he tapped his fingers together in front of him. Over and over again he had thought of how to progress his career, how to move along his position on the ship. He’d been a counselor sure, a yeoman in training, but he wanted more. He stopped and pushed his palms into his eyes, rubbing them hard as he exhaled before he stood up straight and said, “Alright Randal… Enough is enough. What’s the worst that could happen? He says no and laughs you out of engineering?” Randy says to himself out loud as he cocks his head to once side “Well actually yes that would be pretty humiliating wouldn’t it?” He exhaled and crossed his arms in front of the mirror, “It’s now or never, get out there and go ask!” He said sternly to himself as he straightened a wrinkle on his kilt and brushed his uniform flat before turning heel and walking out the door.

Making his way to Engineering Randy held a PaDD tucked under his arm and pressed the buzzer outside of the CE’s office. He knew that it would be a stretch for someone like him to be accepted into the field, a counselor cleaning plasma injectors? A shrink calibrating the intermix chamber? All he could do was ask.

–Randy–