Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Tellek Bog…
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Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in Tellek Bog…

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Tellek Bog…

“ I think all of us out here have seen some form of anomalies sir, tho I was informed that this ship actively seeks them, and they are of a different scale.” Bog continued to survey the halls. The slight mismatch of deck plating and wall skins told a story of extensive but hurried repairs. The grimy edges of the access covers spoke of ongoing maintenance but often under pressure that didn’t slow for the finer details. Honestly not a bad sign, but it told a story of a hard working boat.

“Aye, that’s about the measure of it,” Cobb nodded. “I thought I’d seen my share of the strange and the downright bizarre. But the things we have on this ship? It’s taken some adjustment, I don’t mind telling you.”

The air was telling tho, it had the ever-present smell of ozone, but otherwise it was clean and crisp, a sure sign that the filters were changed like clockwork, one also heard the wind over needles sound of the air handlers, but not the tinny sound of loose duct work. All good signs.

As they continued to make their way along the corridor, Zachariah kept one eye on his companion. And saw in the Tellarite everything he needed in an engineer. The constant, almost subconscious, observing and examining and evaluating the look and the feel of the ship, such a manner came only from one who understood, intrinsically, the deck plates beneath his feet, the conduits buried beneath that…

“I am here sir, because the RNU saw a need they thought I could fill.” The Tellarite paused at the sight of a single bloody thumb print on a door frame. An ill portent. Then he hurried to catch up.

Scared little piggy…

“And so you can, is my hope,” the Captain nodded as he hurried into a turbolift, as if a sudden urgency to vacate the area was upon him. “It’s down from here to your quarters. I’ll show you,” he beckoned Bog inside.

Once the doors had closed and the capsule started its movement, Cobb relaxed visibly, as one released from a great and significant burden.

“Well, that’s enough of the official business,” he laughed. “Tell me of the ales on Tellar Prime, eh?”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

OOC: Love the creepy atmosphere in this post! Nice job! :)

Teller smiled, his upper and lower tusks neatly ground down. “Give me ten minuets to hack the replicator and I can do more than tell you about them Captain.” Noting his companions demeanor. “ I don’t envy you the responsibility sir, but seeing ghosts in the corridors isn’t always a bad thing.” The Tellarite Officer looked up earnestly at his Captain.” Is says you have had to make some hard choices but despite the cost you still have a sole.”

The Federation in the face of all its science tended toward ‘humanism’ and Teller Bog was an agnostic most days, But his Gran had been a sin eater. The Tellarite might be brash and down right abrasive but he could see the man’s pain and it touched him.

He might just be able to fallow this man.

Saint Bog

“A soul?” Cobb echoed. “You see more life in me than I I do in my own mirror, Mr Bog. I stopped finding use for a soul in ‘75. At Chin’toka.”
The laugh that followed was coarse, more of a clearing of the throat than anything approximating humour. Nor, in that moment, was there any cause to find it.

For a few moments the captain leaned back against the wall of the turbolift and closed his eyes. He could sense the Tellarite’s proximity, still, and yet there was something oddly calming about the man. On a vessel buoyed by paranoia and steered by Judas, Tellek Bog was nothing if not refreshing. Cobb found himself wondering if Hampton would agree.

But eventually the turbolift halted and revealed a different corridor. Zachariah motioned for the ensign to step out first. “Your quarters are at the end of this hall, Mr Bog. Although I forgot to check who you would find yourself sharing with. Try and keep the peace, if at all possible, eh?” he added with a chuckle. “I have enough things on this ship going clank in the night without your head against a bulkhead being one of ‘em.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

“Night Captain, I will try not to put to many dents in the bulkhead walls.” Bog looked up at the Captain. “ We all to often try to hide our souls, or worse yet hide from them.” The Tellarite turning and walking away thinking of what his Gran has taught him, and about his own demons.

Teller Bog