“Hi, I am Nico Kalogeropoulos, I had the one o’clock.” Nico said knocking on the window almost in a whisper.

A purple hair heavily pierced assistant slid open the window chewing loudly, “Why hello there.”

“Hi.” Nico blushed.

“Right, Nico… Nico… Nico… NICO! There ya are in the system, it’s all good honey, go ahead and sit down.” the Assistant said loudly.

“Thank you uhm, Sir, Madam?” Nico wasn’t sure.

“Any will do sweetie, but you can call me Freddy.” Freddy said extending their heavily painted nailed hand with henna tattoo’s.

This was the first time in his entire life that Traan had ever made an appointment with a psychiatrist willingly. 28 years in the service, and 49 years of life, and he was going to go and seek help from a proffesional about what he was worried was his fathers love of liqour. Theres no denying that his father was a functional yet hopeless alcoholic(Even by Andorian standards). And after the past several weeks here at his new home on SBB, Traan was worried that the gene was indeed hereditary.

He grabbed a few padds as he would be going straight to work after the appointment, and left his quarters.

Traan walked in to the medical wing and made his way to the office for his headshrink appointment, and of all people who could have been sitting in the waiting room, it was Nico. He didnt know Nico well, or for that long. In fact his only 2 encounters with him has been due to random encounters on a turbolift. One that led to a meal at the Bajoran Cafe a few weeks before, and the one where they both were stuck in a stalled turbo several days prior. He went to the reception desk and checked in with the purple haired staff member who raised her eyebrows at the very tall and fit looking Andorian.

Traan sighed and spoke somberly “Hey Nico, how ya doing?”

“I am well Traan, here for my psych eval. This is not going to be fun. They caught you too?” Nico smiled.

Traan laughed nervously, “Yeah, either that or someone on my crew complained that I yelled at em to loud maybe. Either way, I need to get my ‘head shrunk’ as you pinkskins say.”

“You speaking is too loudly Traan.” Nico let out laugh. “Just joking. It is a good time to be here. She is a new Psychologist and new to the Station… I feel that it is what I needed and what the Mental Health division needed.” Nico smiled. He sounded like a poster child, but it was what he felt.

He wasn’t one for a shrink, but after all the events that had happened lately he felt the need to reach out.

“Well…I guess speaking in whispers is a skill many Andorians find difficult to master. New doctor you say?” Traan could barely keep up with the new crew on his shift from day to day in the shipyard let alone know what new doctor arrived when.

“Yes, the old one met an unfortunate, demise.” Nico admitted, not wanting to recount the decorating the Vaadwaur did with his internals.

Traan raised his eyes brows, though it wasn’t surprising considering the Vaadwaur attack and everything that had happened. “So how is ops doing? You still working up there?”

“Oh that was just a temporary assignment while everyone was on leave. I would of loved to stay up there. What brings you here? You seem so strong so sure of yourself…” Nico trailed off.

“Well in this case, I guess you could say I’m sure I need to have a chat with someone.” Traan a fake smile and a shrug.

“Ah you got the crazy stamp too?” Nico smiled.

Confused at this “I dont think so no…in all honesty I think Ive been drinking too much” Traan chuckled. At this point the reception slowly reached forward and closed the window to her booth. This elicited another guffaw and chuckle from Traan. He knew he was loud by nature, but was he that bad?

Bursting through the door, a relatively short oriental Terran looking woman burst through the door and ran to the office entrance. The window to the receptionist slid shut. Muffled conversation could be heard in the background, but couldn’t be made out.

“When was you appointment for?” Traan asked Nico.

“I think it was in half an hour. I like to be early, see how things work.” Nico said looking at the Chronometer.

After that the door opened, and a head popped out, “Lieutenant Traan, if you want to come with me.” LCDR Nao requested.

“Lools like it’s my turn” Traan said as his eyebrows rose in suprise and he stood to follow thd Doc.