19 lines
880 B
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19 lines
880 B
Plaintext
Transport Log
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Mission Offset: T+417
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Jesus Christ.
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I know what my job is, in theory any way. It's simple I studied at the academy to operate transporters
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in a safe and efficent way. While crunching my books and cramming for exams I always figured I'd be working
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a bustling pad on a large starship. But no, I got posted to the fucking Farragut.
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You want to know what my job consists of? Standing here trying not to go insane. Third shift means I don't
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deal with much at all and on the off chance that something important is going down Captain Numbnuts puts
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the first shift engineer in. It's fucking demeaning. Most nights I'm lucky if I have to do a site-to-site
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transport for some containers because buddys too lazy to load them onto a fuckin' grav-dolley.
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So I sit at my station waiting for something to come that never does. This job is bullshit.
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