Personal Log 2154.175

Well I’ve had to reschedule the training drill for today, lots of minor scuffles throughout the various departments.  I need the team out to do their work, we can train later.

No word on where the Major is either…however that is the norm for him. If you don’t see him, he’s busy undercover doing something important for the Captain. At least that’s my theory. And much better than thinking he’s avoiding me again…

Engineering seems to be running smoothly since Commander Tucker has returned, yet I’m still rotating my Security team for him in there. Still can’t believe Bigg’s was able to take out Hess and Kelby. I still can’t help but wonder if my separating them led to his success, there are rumors he bribed Mayweather to ‘look the other way.’ I do believe Commander Tucker will be assigning him some rather nasty and dirty jobs to maintain his Alpha-Male position.

Chef has requested that I sit in the messhall a few hours of the day during lunch till the dinner crowd, seems my presence is intimidating enough to stop the fights in there. Plus he does have some good rewards for my assistance. Coffee, chocolate and cream being at the top of my list, and special dinners for two whenever I need them. Without the threat of them being poisoned, I’ll still take the time to scan them however. As Commander T’Pol said the other day, “Vigilance is prudent.”

I’m still running scans and have requested the Doctor’s assistance on the mess in one of the science labs, seems someone decided to ‘get ahead’ by killing one of their superiors, however they either forgot or didn’t get out of the room before the blast took both of them. Idiots! If you’re going to do a job, make sure you know what the hell you’re doing.

I think a lot of the crew really needs whatever methods of blowing off steam Risa has available, and I hope we get there soon. Otherwise we’ll be restocking crew members as well as supplies.

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