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To my "public" (always wanted to say that):
Anne Rose: Having them contact anyone at all doesn't follow my original story plans... but fine.
Fly-girl222: Thanks for the spelling corrections, but what do you mean se is supposed to be sec?
Captains' personal log: Stardate 48408.3
I sometimes wonder why I put up with these freaks! I know the crew was only supposed to be on the ship for a short while, but you think they could have given me some people with a little talent and common sense. This ship is top-of-the-line, and they gave me idiots to run it. Even the Maqui we had to take onboard are smarter.
Meanwhile, the matter converters still aren't working properly. I haven't had a good artificially prepared meal in so long now. Neelix's cooking is no longer appealing to most of the crew, myself included, and that's probably due to the fact there's not much left for him to work with.
We had succeeded in using the matter converters from the shuttles to temporarily run the ship-wide system, but so many people used it that it died within a few minutes. And so did the people who ate the food from it. Apparently it wasn't set up right and put a deadly virus in with the food. Who knew?
Meanwhile some strange looking man in a small ship appeared out of nowhere. I was off-duty. The bridge crew was so bored they just started shooting. All we managed to get was that its name was Hugh, it spoke English, and it wanted something about the "one." We actually got more then just that from the sensor logs, but I kinda spaced out during the meeting.
I have an appointment with one of the idiots now. Sometimes I wonder if the earth would be better off without their genes added back into the pool.
To my "public" (always wanted to say that):
Anne Rose: Having them contact anyone at all doesn't follow my original story plans... but fine.
Fly-girl222: Thanks for the spelling corrections, but what do you mean se is supposed to be sec?
Captains' personal log: Stardate 48408.3
I sometimes wonder why I put up with these freaks! I know the crew was only supposed to be on the ship for a short while, but you think they could have given me some people with a little talent and common sense. This ship is top-of-the-line, and they gave me idiots to run it. Even the Maqui we had to take onboard are smarter.
Meanwhile, the matter converters still aren't working properly. I haven't had a good artificially prepared meal in so long now. Neelix's cooking is no longer appealing to most of the crew, myself included, and that's probably due to the fact there's not much left for him to work with.
We had succeeded in using the matter converters from the shuttles to temporarily run the ship-wide system, but so many people used it that it died within a few minutes. And so did the people who ate the food from it. Apparently it wasn't set up right and put a deadly virus in with the food. Who knew?
Meanwhile some strange looking man in a small ship appeared out of nowhere. I was off-duty. The bridge crew was so bored they just started shooting. All we managed to get was that its name was Hugh, it spoke English, and it wanted something about the "one." We actually got more then just that from the sensor logs, but I kinda spaced out during the meeting.
I have an appointment with one of the idiots now. Sometimes I wonder if the earth would be better off without their genes added back into the pool.
