; || UES JUTLAND CONSOLE-P29
: || LOGGED.
: || PERMISSION GRANTED.
: || DEVICE UNLOCKED, WELCOME BACK Gunnery Sergeant
: || LOG {{ June 6th, 2187
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Gunnery Sergeant Natsumi logging from the UES Jutland. State of the art frigate with a state of the art crew. Currently at a cease on operations, my Marine garrison is currently under directive to stand-by, awaiting relay from Cortez. I've got a number of butterflies in my stomach about this mystery assignment the Captain has landed for Jutland and her crew. Details are so shady, and with a spook aboard, it's a grim outlook. Of course I won't voice my opinions to any of the Naval officers, that isn't my place.
However, it is my place to get on a somewhat decent level with the outfit. I am the Senior NCO, and these cowboy's are going to need a hand with the obvious amount of turbulence this rides gonna be getting. What really bakes me is these damn logs, everytime the Corps deploys me on a Navy ship, they expect me to dish out a log for my 'personal health'. I'm sure they'll feel the fury of 10 rising suns the next time the dirty kraut calls me a chink again. That's right "General Practitioner" Eigentmer. I'm talking to YOU. Anyways, time for some rack.
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