Michael paced outside the Captain’s door, getting strange looks from passers by. Just procedure. Go to sickbay, get a psych evaluation, meet with the appropriate commanding officer. He pressed the door chime. Christ. I’m not ready. Now he knows I’m here. There was a pause. Crap. Look like an officer. Michael posed, like someone on a ‘Join Starfleet Today!’ brochure.

-Lt(j.g.) Michael Jameson, CE