Stardate: 60308.1124
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Deck 7, Counselling Department
Susan breathed a sigh as she returned to her desk. :**Well, that went well**
She had only been a member of the crew for a week and already a pile of PADDs had accumulated on her desk. Granted, many of them contained research and crew information she'd downloaded for easy access or requested from other departments, but there were also reports she'd prepared on Lt Dawson and other projects she'd been working on: like Cmdr Rikar. Perhaps 'project' wasn't the right word. 'Evaluations' may have been better.
For the first time since she'd arrived, Susan, staring at the pile in confused wonder, started thinking that maybe she was just trying too hard. She had hoped that the Commander would have sat down, talked a bit. Maybe Susan would have even offered to baby-sit if her off-time and Rikar's shift coincided. However, she realized now that that had not been an accurate assumption. Aside from everything else, Susan was new. She couldn't expect everyone to want to confide in her just like that. She had to gain their trust first. And that would be the hard part. With another sigh she opened her desk drawer and took out the crumpled up and ancient-looking photograph of her mother. In a Starfleet uniform.
When she'd first found the picture she hadn't known which was stranger: that it was printed out on paper, or that her mother had been a part of Starfleet and her admiral father hadn't told her. Now she didn't seem to find either strange. Just intriguing. That mother - a holoprogram designer as Susan had been told - had left when Susan was five and not come back. Where was she? Was she even alive? If there was any way of finding her, it was on a Starfleet Intelligence vessel. Maybe once she had gained the trust and confidence of the crew, they would help her.
**But** Susan felt **that day is probably a long way away.**
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Tallulah Habib {thabib@eject.co.za}
Ensign Susan Mei
Head Counselor
USS ANUBIS
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"Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in another's trouble,
Courage in your own." - Adam Lindsay Gordon