Act One, Scene Two

[Vertroue]

Counselor McCoy's Personal Log:

"Sometimes talk is to much...When I can get everyone else to talk why can I not talk about me?"
Erica shakes her head at her terminal. Picking herself up from her desk at Starbase 74, she starts pacing the room.

"When there is a war going on people need to talk. The very few other trained Counselors on board Thunderchild are good...But they need more work. They need time. Some never finished to programs that they needed to. But War. War happens and here we are."

"I am here on leave with a good friend CMO Vanleare, she is one of the best Dr. I have seen in action since joining up with Thunderchild. She takes her cases to heart. In this short shore leave I have been able to get to know her at least a little better. She is decidedly different then any other Orion I have met to date. Not a bad thing, in fact, it gives me a better knowledge on the facets of different cultures." Erica turns to the computer and sighs. "I am waxing again." Erica starts to pace again.

"Dr. Vanleare, for all that her race is and for her family unit to be different is one thing. She, however has a tendency to not talk to anyone about anything other that what is 'professional'. I have been after her to open up some. be it to her log, or to someone in the flesh, what matters is that she does. That and relax, good gods that woman doesn't slow down!"

"We had lunch earlier today where she made light of a situation with a Ferrangi on her way to meet me. Only to a trained eye was it noticeable that it had her on an edge."

Bzzzzt!

Incoming Message!

USS Thunderchild has been attacked!

Be advised your leave is being cut short as you are need on board!

End Message

"Shit! Computer end log."
Computer logged out as Counselor McCoy

Erica starts to gather what she needs to be back onboard yesterday.