Oliver frowned in front of the ship’s counselor’s office. He didn’t like counselors, he’d been sent to a few too many after his father died and they now simply made him… uncomfortable. Regardless, a check in was required, so he might as well get it over with. I just wish they could have a computer do this instead, he thought.

Putting on a half-convincing smile, he pressed the chime to the CNS office.

-Oliver Pierce, Ensign