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[initiating transmission....................GOOD]
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[encoding text to speech....................GOOD]
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[translating message to Common..............GOOD]
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[displaying text............................GOOD]
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Alright, I'm back. So, I was right, I've been promoted! I'm now officially
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Captain Craig Kennedy, Technical Class, of the Star Destroyer Lovell. My
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promotion is more than just an extra badge for my suit; it also gives me more
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control over daily life on the Lovell.
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For instance, I decided to channel my inner BOFH. Some Privates were playing a
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game of American football in the rec area, so I turned off the gravsim and
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watched them try to hurriedly adjust to not having gravity. They seemed to
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enjoy it, even if it was a hassle to get them close enough to the ground for me
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to turn the gravsim back on.
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So, the Lieutenant Colonel managed to break his communicator, just before a big
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training battle was to commence, and rather than tell me about it before the
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training exercise, or postpone the training exercise, he called me on a
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Private's communicator *after the exercise* to complain about me not fixing his
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communicator. Apparently, being a Captain Technical Class means I'm supposed to
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be clairvoyant. I don't remember getting future-vision recently.
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Anyways, I went down, and when I saw just how badly it was broken, I was
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speechless. He had managed to physically snap the communicator in half, battle
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shell and all. He wouldn't say what happened, but one of the Privates told me
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he had shut it in a door. Many times. All because he had stubbed his toe and
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needed to take it out on something.
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Needless to say, the communicator was totalled. I managed to get him a new one,
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and I warned him to be careful with it. He ignored my warnings (as always), and
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proceeded to trip down the stairs outside of my office carrying it. Karma's a
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cruel mistress.
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One screen replacement later, and the Lieutenant Colonel was on his way.
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Meanwhile, the Seargant finally apologized to everybody about the bridge. Only
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took him 16 hours. Imagine if he had destroyed a less-frequented area of the
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base; he might not have apologized for a year or two. Anyways, the Colonel
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finally stood up, and told the Seargant to run the drills in the battle sim or
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to not run them at all. The Seargant seemed really upset, but he couldn't
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disobey a direct order from his superior.
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Anyways, I'm gonna go to sleep now. I hope to write more, later, about our
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misadventures here on the Lovell. For now, I'm Captain Craig Kennedy, Technical
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Class, from the Star Destroyer Lovell, signing off officially! Talk to you all
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later...
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[ending transmission........................GOOD]
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