It had been an interesting few months for Mr. Durheim. Or ‘Crewman Durheim’ now, I suppose. Truthfully, he was delighted at the change of circumstance, as unexpected as it had been. A new start in life, far from those idiots who worshiped anything they didn’t understand - good riddance to the lot of them.

It had been made quite clear to him that with his new position came Responsibilities and Obligations; and potentially Consequences. He was most certainly not ‘free,’ but that was accepted. Given the alternative option, he was glad to accept - though he would have joined either way. Frankly, he couldn’t imagine anyone denying the opportunity to join the ARU - what simple-minded fools would turn down the chance to play with so-called ‘Anomalies,’ complete with the resources and backing of StarFleet?

Interestingly, he hadn’t actually been told where he was being sent to - presumably not back to the USS Gauss; he felt he had worn out his welcome there. Not that it was his fault they phrased their orders so poorly… They really should have considered the ramifications of giving him such a vague request, especially after the Chief Engineer had berated him so publicly. There had been no call for that! Well, no-one had died after all, so there couldn’t be too much ill-will, right? Such importance was placed on that; it irked and confused him. Results were everything, why was that so hard for others to understand?

=/\=Crewman Durheim, prepare for transport to the USS Leviathan.=/\=

Taking a quick moment to gather his bag of tools, he replied =/\=Acknowledged, ready.=/\=

Leviathan, eh? Let’s see what delights await me! He didn’t even try to conceal the grin splitting his face as the familiar feeling of the transport process swept through him.