He was still frothing at the mouth and making that ungodly squeaking noise as he ground his teeth as he stalked the corridor to the turbo lift.

To the security details credit the climbed int o the lift with him, but with their phasers in hand. Buy the time the lift mad it to officers country he was starting to get the adrenal shakes.

Buy the time he reached his quarters he was slump shouldered and exacted looking. Looking up at the NCO, “Sorry you had to see me like that, but could you have some one fetch my kit?” Head down he enters his room.

As soon as the door slid shut, Bog leaned back against it and slid to the floor.Damned fool. He sat their a goodly time before levering himself to his feet and walking to the replicator =^= two liters of water please=^= even the machines deserved more respect than what I gave the lieutenant he was ravenous, but he chose to shower first. Looking in the mirror he checked his tusks, and after he air he would have to grind them down to a civilized length.

The sound of the grinder could be heard in the corridor…

Ensin “Wilber” Bog