be me
>still E-5, platoon detachment given shore duty
>assigned to Fort Worf, first Federation base on Qo'noS
>mostly used for diplomatic functions, Federation-Klingon military coordination, and joint training exercises
>platoon assigned to security detail, Starfleet Security wants Marines to "cross-train"
>Klingons refuse to follow Federation security protocol, break our shit when they get angry, and always declare it's dishonorable to be searched because they're Shitface, Son of P'tak or Cuntsniffer, Daughter of Targ-Fucker
>they NEVER SHUT THE FUCK UP
>always angry when we have to give a patdown
>Klingons have a ritual for everything... except bathing
>have to parse through sweaty, unwashed Klingon crotches and assholes on the daily to search for weapons or explosives
>Klingons occasionally bring their targ that shits everywhere and chews on everything
>have you ever smelled targ shit??? it's fucking FOUL, worst smell ever, I still get phantom odors to this day
>Starfleet wants Marines on QM duty for "cross-training"
>I get voluntold by CO, have to do QM shit for the rest of the assignment, constantly writing requisitions, barely get any sleep
>base commander is some dumb bitch obsessed with everything Klingon, married to a prominent Klingon
>constant base security issue with food smuggling because the replicators only make Klingon food, at base commander's orders, that no one wants to eat
>never ate so many combat rations in my life