Baker scratched at his thin dark beard as he rang the door chime of the counselor’s office. He’d just been assigned to the Wolverine and had heard all kinds of tales about the ship. Seemed like a rough batch. Yet, Starfleet regulations meant he still had to suffer through a psych eval. Baker felt that if there was something to find, someone would have found it by now. But, shouldn’t take up too much time. Just got to get the good doctor to sign that little report and then off to duty.

-Petty Officer Baker (Tac. Spec.)