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30 lines
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*** TRANSLATOR ES-EN ACTIVATED ***
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Personal log:
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Cpl. Miguel Ordóñez
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Prison ship San Marcos
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I was only partially right. We're not turning into a science ship,
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but we are turning cargo bay 6 into a lab of sorts. They had us
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moving stuff in and out for almost two days now. Where is all of
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this coming from? I didn't know we had this much gear on board.
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Come to think of it, they probably repurposed the recreation annex
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we had on the crew deck. Great, now what are we gonna do on
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fridays? I suppose movie nights are off unless our gracious VIP,
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the space rock decides to have us over...
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I asked Samuel and Fernando but they also have no clue what's going
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on. Not even Martina does, and she spends most her shifts hanging
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around Ops. I even asked Alejandra but she's let her comission go
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to her head, she looked down her nose at me and gave a bunch of
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empty Command-speech. What a bitch! One day we're buddies and now I
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don't even get so much as a nod if I salute her in the corridors.
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I want to try and make sense out of all this but I'm exhausted,
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Ramiro's exhausted, and it looks like I'm gonna be hauling stuff
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around all day tomorrow too. I better get some sleep while I can.
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*** EOF ***
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