It had taken him a month to reach his new assignment somewhere at the back end of nowhere. The inactivity had not been easy especially after 3 months attending OCS on Andoria. Andorrans were not his favorite people, and the planet was cold.

He watched as other replacement crew transported away, it was never a good sign to see new shave tail marines and security personnel coming aboard your new ship. After the others were ton he stepped onto the transporter. “If you screw this up I will haunt you, crew man!” As the containment beam activated and the angry bee sound of the scanners engaged and he was torn apart one and converted to energy. Most people didn’t feel anything during transport but that wasn’t true for Bog, wether it was just a trick or the kind or not he was aware of the passage of a few seconds, and a myriad of distorted images and sounds.
Rematerializing on the transporter pad on the Leviathan as the cannon fodder was leaving the room, he began to check that he was indeed in one piece and they were all in the same place. Glaring at the transporter operator, “ Where did you get your operators license, an Orion trader?! I swear you misplaced five kilos of me! I aught to have your ears for that! He whole time the short, hairy rumple faced Tellurite advanced on the transporter control podium. Despite the single pip on his collar denoting his rank as Ensin, it was every inch a crusty old Master Chief advancing across the deck on the bewildered crew man.

“Do you have anything to say for your self?!” He bellowed, “Well do you?!” The transporter operator wold later swear to his friends that that Teller Bogs beady little eyes were red as steam was coming out his ears.

Ensin Bog