Ship date: 4th October 2236

Today is the fifth anniversary of my promotion to command of the Interpretor. Five years, they have gone by... at some... duration. I was promoted after the last Captain, Douglas Lassiter was vaporised in an accident with the entire graduating class of Ensign class crewman. The char marks are still in the forward loading bay. Five years, five years with my own crew and ship. I should have been a lawyer.

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