"Welcome Aboard"

Lieutenant Floten walked down the halls of spacedock Sergeant Winter at his side. The two were armed with pulse phasers, slung over their shoulders. Floten had been ordered to patrol the halls of the starbase while his company was stationed aboard. It was hear that his career was about to take a drastic change. A crewman who must have been assigned to the station came running down the hall after the officer.

"Lieutenant Floten, Lieutenant Floten!" The you man, not much younger than Zeth, finally reached the two marines he was out of breathe. Zeth waited for a few moments for the fleet boy to recover. "Lieutenant, message from Marine Corps command."

After the crewman handed the padd to Zeth, he read over it. It seemed that he was being transferred to to a new vessel, a New Orleans class named the USS Taurus. With a smile on his face, the young lieutenant rushed his patrol to an end so he could pack, and alert his commanding officer and comrades that he had been transferred.

Later in Zeth's quarters on Ambassador Class...

The quarters of a marine lieutenant on board an Ambassador were far from the Captain's Quarters on a galaxy, they were enough for Zeth. He shared them though, with another lieutenant who commanded the sister platoon of Zeth's. The two were talking about old times as Floten packed his few belongings into an old seabag.

"Man Zeth, I thought we would get to spend most of our careers together. You have saved me more times than I care to count." The other officer was laying down on his bed speaking towards the ceiling.

"Jim, this is a chance I can't pass up. I am being offered a platoon without some captain breathing down my neck. Just some Navy boy! This is my big break."

"So was that time you hit that Jem in the head with the butt of your rifle. It broke his skull in a few pieces."

Zeth laughed at his friend's comment, but was done packing. The other fighter stood up and shook the hand of his old friend. Both men had known each other for their entire careers, ever since the academy. Before they separated though, out of respect, they saluted each other.

USS Taurus...

"Sir, Lieutenant Zeth Floten, Federation Marine Corps, reporting for duty, sir!"

Floten was standing in front of the security officer, Mr. McQueen. The navy officer looked over the padd that was presented to him, and also gave a passing glance to Zeth. The officer seemed to have seen battle, and probably a bit more, but he was navy.

"Good to have you Lieutenant. Proceed to your quarters and meet your men when you wish. Oh, and is there any reason why you brought your own pulse rifle?"

The navy officer was referring to the pulse rifle that was slung over Zeth's back. It was the same one that Floten had carried on patrol earlier, and had used since he had boarded the older Ambassador class.

"Yes sir. I busted a few Jem'Hadar with her. She is my gun."

"Very well Lieutenant. Dismissed."