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"Scanners picking up another vessel in this sector, Captain," Piped Adam, from the navigation station. His bright yellow eyes swiveled to meet hers, awaiting his orders. 

Kestrel leaned back in her Captain's chair, clicking her tongue, as a small, wry smirk bloomed upon her features. She was curious, but wary, as ever. Ships oft did not bode well - especially Federation Star Ships... yet, she wondered what one would be doing so far out as this was. 

"Don't de-cloak just yet," Kestrel began. "Give me a visual, Adam,"

The Android tapped at his workstation, the hull's screen coming alight with the image of a ship. Kestrel perked a brow at what she saw. Interesting. Steepling her fingers together, she watched on. 

"Let's see if they detect us. Don't hail them. Keep our sides and rear free if escape is necessary."

"Caution, from you, Captain?" Vashaar's voice bore the hint of a joke. A rare thing on the Klingon. "I'd not have expected it."

Melissa was messing around on her PADD when she heard footsteps nearing her. Her humming had stopped as she spun around, acknowledging the person now in front of her -- may as well make nice since you've been reassigned. 

"Hi."

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No one would even think of calling Counselling a tough job, compared to many other positions an officer could hold in Starfleet. Why would they? After all if one decided to dedicate their life to listening to someone else's troubles and insecurities, neglecting ones of their own, and constantly being under pressure of making tough decisions concerning what to write or not to write in a report, which may or may not result in dismissal of a crew member, it was most obviously their choice.

Dr. Novan was perfectly aware that the carrier choice she made would include conducting shadow work no one would really care about that came with all sorts of inconveniences; not to mention a great deal of distrust coming from people, because, let's face it, no one really wants to talk about their problems, more to that, no one wants to allow to write them down for possible future reference, in which case the data perhaps could even be used against them.

That is exactly why Dr. Novan was extremely surprised, maybe even shocked, when Ensign Mary Slater caught her in the corridor and asked to have a word in private. Nevertheless, Novan didn't hesitate to schedule an appointment, after all the Ensign did look troubled. Whatever she had to say must have been interesting in one way or another and Novan even felt good for a moment - finally someone required assistance and she could help!

However, when Ensign Slater never showed up for the appointment, doctor felt a strange sucking feeling of concern develop deep down. It resembled a case of a standard detective novel in many ways - an ugrent message, a disappearance...