Emerson ordered me to see him again today... I thought I was the captain. He seems to take great pride in the fact he can override me power. He says I should try the artistic therapy class that runs in the galley after hours. I asked him if there were nude models, he said he didn't know, and that had nothing to do with anything. I called him a liar and shouted something I can't remember, he says it was a rage blackout. Great... now I have to go see him again.
Capt. Walter Murphy
Ship date: 7th October 2236
The clones escaped again. Its odd, they aren't made from anyone person, rather just a godless insult against nature. For some reason their bones aren't as hard as they should be, meaning they can fit into and through really tight gaps. I once saw a younger one squeeze his head into a mayonnaise jar. They aren't the smartest of creatures...
Capt. Walter Murphy
Capt. Walter Murphy
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
Capt. Walter Murphy
Ship date: 29th September 2236
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.
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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