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To my "public" (always wanted to say that):
Lioness-goddess: Thank you for thinking it's funny. But care to write a little more?
Memyselfi: Love the feedback. You keep it up, and I may never stop writing.
Other local, non internet friends: Thank you for the ideas I have incorporated into this chapter.
Captains' log: Stardate 48410.6
As if things weren't bad enough, now things are really starting to deteriorate onboard. For the past few days, the men and women of this crew have been working hard when on duty. Off-duty may be a different story, but while at work they have been exemplary. Yesterday, though, a few of the men in engineering started to slack off. Then today, more of the crew decided to just not even bother coming. So now we not only have the problem of a low food supply, but also of not being able to maintain the ship.
We are also now loosing crew members, sometimes under mysterious circumstances. A lot of it is due to alcohol poisoning. Since we ran out of synthohol, and a few crew members had real alcohol in their quarters, many have gotten drunk quickly due to a humans lowered tolerance to it. Others were killed. The only way we discovered the bodies is someone either confesses to murder, or from the smell. The brig has been over filled, and the security staff no longer even cares enough to watch over them. Most of the murders happened when the killers were drunk. Still others we can't determine what the cause of death was. We have determined that Neelix was killed due to the fact that no one liked what he was doing with the emergency rations. It wasn't his fault. Freeze-dried shoe leather will never taste good, no matter what you do with it.
As if the brig overflow wasn't bad enough, sick bay is now crowded with so many bodies its hard to keep track of who is alive and who isn't. We've run out of photon torpedoes, so now we just send them into the void. Meanwhile, more and more women are complaining of morning sickness, or being late, or other symptoms. And it's becoming hard to tell whether they truly have morning sickness, or are just sickened by the state of sick bay. More men are coming in with VD. It's gotten so bad, the EMH has it. How he got it and how it affects him I don't want to know. He still seems to be functioning normally, I fear that soon he will be shut down and sick bay will become a holodeck.
The good news, though, is that if people continue to work, the matter converters will be online in 4 days. I fear that they won't, though.
I would love to hear your feedback concerning this. Please post a comment, good or bad. Also, don't just say "It stinks". Tell me why, and what I should do to make it better.
To my "public" (always wanted to say that):
Lioness-goddess: Thank you for thinking it's funny. But care to write a little more?
Memyselfi: Love the feedback. You keep it up, and I may never stop writing.
Other local, non internet friends: Thank you for the ideas I have incorporated into this chapter.
Captains' log: Stardate 48410.6
As if things weren't bad enough, now things are really starting to deteriorate onboard. For the past few days, the men and women of this crew have been working hard when on duty. Off-duty may be a different story, but while at work they have been exemplary. Yesterday, though, a few of the men in engineering started to slack off. Then today, more of the crew decided to just not even bother coming. So now we not only have the problem of a low food supply, but also of not being able to maintain the ship.
We are also now loosing crew members, sometimes under mysterious circumstances. A lot of it is due to alcohol poisoning. Since we ran out of synthohol, and a few crew members had real alcohol in their quarters, many have gotten drunk quickly due to a humans lowered tolerance to it. Others were killed. The only way we discovered the bodies is someone either confesses to murder, or from the smell. The brig has been over filled, and the security staff no longer even cares enough to watch over them. Most of the murders happened when the killers were drunk. Still others we can't determine what the cause of death was. We have determined that Neelix was killed due to the fact that no one liked what he was doing with the emergency rations. It wasn't his fault. Freeze-dried shoe leather will never taste good, no matter what you do with it.
As if the brig overflow wasn't bad enough, sick bay is now crowded with so many bodies its hard to keep track of who is alive and who isn't. We've run out of photon torpedoes, so now we just send them into the void. Meanwhile, more and more women are complaining of morning sickness, or being late, or other symptoms. And it's becoming hard to tell whether they truly have morning sickness, or are just sickened by the state of sick bay. More men are coming in with VD. It's gotten so bad, the EMH has it. How he got it and how it affects him I don't want to know. He still seems to be functioning normally, I fear that soon he will be shut down and sick bay will become a holodeck.
The good news, though, is that if people continue to work, the matter converters will be online in 4 days. I fear that they won't, though.
I would love to hear your feedback concerning this. Please post a comment, good or bad. Also, don't just say "It stinks". Tell me why, and what I should do to make it better.
