Bog stood legs braced and hands behind his back admiring the engineering deck wile waiting for the COE to call for him.
He was a bit nervous to be honest, coming in as a new Ensin, as opposed to a seasoned NCO. Ever one new not to mess with Master Chief Bog, but who would he have to grow into the mater stream first as Ensin Bog to get the respect he deserved?

At his feet rested his tool belt, gloves, apron and goggles in a meet burlesque. His uniform was spotless, but he would have much preferred a kilt to the confining beeches, as his legs just didn’t bent the way humans did.

Ensin Bog