<:: CPO. Rhydain Suffoc's personal log

<:: Entry 1.
This guy, smoking in the Men's Restroom. On my watch. So me and this Command Sergeant right, we're sitting there, and the guy flushes his cigarette, so I'm pissed. He comes out of the stall, all "What's the problem?", one of those guys, so I flick my rod at the [REDACTED], and he starts running. Emmi's no help, she's not even cognizant of the guy aside from his carcinogenic toxins. So's I'm walking about the ship, getting hassled by jarheads, trying to find this one piece of [REDACTED] guy. Then he starts talking on the God damned radio... About Mutiny.

I'm really pissed now, this is just gonna come down on me. I just know it.
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<:: Entry 23.
So, Berui got me thinking, I don't know why... We've got a need for ways to keep morale up. I don't know about most people, but I'm thinking Fresh Produce might help. Talked it over with the Captain, and she said a Server Room might be exactly what we need when it comes to it. I'll have to check with someone in Engineering, or maybe the Quartermaster about Lamps, and we'll need some sort of inert material to serve as roots, but I think with a little help, I could jury rig a feasibly Hydroponics Bay...

In the least, it'll give me something to do, on account of the Marines taking my job.
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