The med bay is running low on supplies, Bransky came to me today and asked when we were docking next so she could resupply. I may have been a little on edge as I replied, with something along the lines of, 'you on your period Branno?'. She slapped me and stormed away (read into that what you will). I took that as a yes, and jammed her locker in the gym full of womens sanitary products.
She still isn't speaking to me... mission accomplished!
Capt. Walter Murphy.
Ship date: 27th September 2236
So... psych officer Emerson thinks this will be good for me... a log, not a diary. A collection of my thoughts and stuff. I'm not sure, but given the fact my captaincy depends on this I'm going to have to agree to it. He thinks I'll discover a reason for my, what he referred to as a deep seeded passive aggressive streak. Before stealing his stapler while he wasn't looking I denied it and complained about his moustache.
It's been five days since Ensign Franco's memorial. He was killed when a capacitor broke off the engine and crushed him. Coolant went every where and basically freeze dried his remains. Made it easy to clean up. Anyway we afforded him the honour of burial at space, ejecting his remains into the ether. Unfortunately, they were sucked straight into the vent system that leads to the water supply. As much as the techs try to dispel the rumour, the crew is now drinking water that tastes unmistakably of 'Franco'.
Capt. Walter Murphy
It's been five days since Ensign Franco's memorial. He was killed when a capacitor broke off the engine and crushed him. Coolant went every where and basically freeze dried his remains. Made it easy to clean up. Anyway we afforded him the honour of burial at space, ejecting his remains into the ether. Unfortunately, they were sucked straight into the vent system that leads to the water supply. As much as the techs try to dispel the rumour, the crew is now drinking water that tastes unmistakably of 'Franco'.
Capt. Walter Murphy
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