Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Cured pork, Bog’s psychiatric clearance

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in Cured pork, Bog’s psychiatric clearance
It was nothing but hoodoo and hogwash, Psychiatry. They might have well been reading tea leaves and taro cards. Was Tellek’s opinion. Not that Starfleet counselors wert pleasant dedicated people, it’s just the subject of their work was people, and people were crazy bu design.

Bog leaned on the door chime and waited for the door to open, tapping his right hoof impatiently....

Ensin Bog

Casela always loved messing with new crew. She’d seen Bog’s personnel file and new he’d move from enlisted to officer. She stood behind him, leaning against the bulk head, tapping her foot in rhythm with his. She let this go on for about 30 seconds when she stood up straight. “Welcome to Leviathan En. Bog.” She waved towards one of the other corridors. Her staff often had to work through meals at the moment so they had changed one of the side rooms into a mini mess hall. “It’s lunch time, let’s eat while we talk.” She entered the mini mess as they called it and ordered a fruit that looked like an apple, but the inside tasted like a peach. She sat down and took a bite, waiting for Bog to do the same.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Looking at the Lieutenant balefully, but Impressed buy the shear audacity of the woman.
“Took your own sweet time.” Bog grumbled.

Ordering a thick muddy looking drink and a tray of mixed whole fruit and vegetables Tellek joined the counselor at the table. “Well at least you have manners, I might even learn to like you.”

Ensin Bog