He wanted to toady up to Montoya and shoved his head so far up his butt it imploaded.
Montoya merely laughed as his lower intestinal tract chewed on the newbie's brain matter.
The pilot now roams the outer reaches of space, endlessly dueling Vandaal squadrons, destined to never ever never dive his ship into the sun again. Or drink another beer.
Sad story but true.
Let's be safe out their, kids.