{We see what appears to be a flat-chested bipedal White-tail Doe with antlers walking through the Corridors of the ship wearing the 1 piece Star Trek The Next Generation Seasons 3-7 Era uniform of Starfleet's Science/Medical Division with a gold Rank Pip & a black Rank Pip on the collar of her uniform. Slung over her shoulder & hanging at her left side is a duffel.}

Dahlia: (Voice Over) "Personal Log of Lieutenant Junior Grade Dahlia Whitetail. Stardate: 43763.2. I arrived on aboard the U.S.S. Marley after they docked at Outpost 79 for a transfer of Personnel & supplies & am now on my way to meet The Captain. I will be filling the empty Ship's Counselor position left by my predecessor, Doctor MacKenzie, who has resigned from Starfleet to spend more time with her husband & their new baby. I must say, the sheer size of this ship was intimidating at first, but I'm quickly getting used to it, but then again, there might be something being pumped through the environmental systems causing that....sure smells like it. I feel like I'm at a Reggae Music Festival. Ironic, considering just whom this ship was named for."

{Dahlia presses a button on the panel next to the door & the door chime beeps.}

Ansar: "Yes?"

{The door slides open with a soft hiss. Dahlia's brown eyes glance around the room before landing on a 6'4" hazel eyed, black haired human woman in the 2 piece red of the Command division who is sitting on the couch. There are 4 rank pips on her collar.}

Dahlia: "Lieutenant Junior Grade Dahlia Whitetail reporting for duty as ordered. May I come in?"

Ansar: "Certainly."

Dahlia: "Thank you, Captain."

{The Doe steps inside & the doors hiss shut behind her.}

Dahlia: "I was on my way to my quarters & thought that I would stop by & introduce myself, since I'm the new ship's Counselor & we're going to be working together."

Ansar: (Standing up & walking over to shake Dahlia's hand) "I'm Captain Flo Ansar. Meeting the people that you'll be working with should always be the first step after settling in at a new assignment. Can I get you anything?"

Dahlia: "No, thank you. I'm glad you agree."

{Ansar & Dahlia sit on the couch that Ansar had just been sitting on.}

Ansar: "How could I not? It's impossible to be able to trust others with your life, if you don't get to know them first, especially in our line of work."

Dahlia: "Trust is a big part of it, yes."

{Dahlia suddenly notices Ansar is staring at her.}

Dahlia: "Captain, Are you alright? You're staring at me."

Ansar: "Yes, sorry. It's just that I've never seen, or met one of your race before. What are your kind called?"

Dahlia: "Oh. I'm Cervinian, which means we look like the White-tail Deer from Earth. I'm also not biologically female, I'm what's commonly referred to as a 'femboi'."

Ansar: "I could be a smartass by saying 'Oh Deer!', but I won't."

Dahlia: "Very much appreciated, Ma'am."

Ansar: "I'd pet you, but I'd probably end up losing a hand & most of the arm it was attached to."

{Dahlia giggles}

Dahlia: "I can already tell you're going to be a fun one to work with."

Ansar: "Like most Captains I usually tend to keep to myself when not on duty."

Dahlia: "I can help with any anxieties you might be feeling regarding being around others."

Ansar: "I actually don't have any. Just insomnia & a never-ending pile of reports to read from the different Departments. Plus I have to write my own reports. Then send find a way to compact all that information & send it back to Starfleet Headquarters with a little yellow post-it note on it telling them to stick it where a Nebula's glow doesn't shine."

Dahlia: (Shocked) "You don't!"

Ansar: "Of course not! I might be certifiably insane, but I don't have *that* much of a death wish!"

Dahlia: (Giggles again) "What am I going to do with you?"

Ansar: "Send me out the nearest airlock without an EVA suit at the earliest possible convenience, hopefully."

Dahlia: (Laughing aloud) "You're terrible!"

Ansar: "So tell me about yourself.

Dahlia: "What's there to tell. I went to college after High School & got degrees in Psychology, Psychiatry, & Behavioral Science & at the tender young age of 25 I joined Starfleet. After Gradating from the Academy, I spent 3 1/2 Years between there & Starfleet Headquarters lending aide as an assistant to the regular Starfleet shrink, Commander Jensen when I could. I was promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade just before I was assigned here."

Ansar: "Yes & he gave glowing reports of your professionalism & work ethic."

{Dahlia yawns.}

Dahlia: "S-sorry, Ma'am."

Ansar: "You must be exhausted from the long trip from Earth to Starbase 79. I'll let you go to your quarters & get settled in."

Dahlia: "Thank you, Captain."

{Dahlia stands up & makes her way to the door.}

Ansar: "Lieutenant."

Dahlia: (Turning around again) "Yes?"

Ansar: "Welcome aboard, Durr."

Dahlia: "Durr. I like that."

"Have a good night, Dahlia."

"You too, Ma'am."

{The doors hiss open as Dahlia approaches them & she walks back out into the corridor, allowing the doors to Captain Ansar's quarters to hiss shut again. She walks down the corridor to the turbolift which takes her down a few decks. Exiting the turbolift, she enters the quarters that Doctor LeFavre had previously occupied. Going over to the window she looks out at Starbase 79 & the other ships that are docked there, as well as those that are nearby.}

Dahlia: (Smiling) "This is going to be a fun assignment."