Ran two patrols over the period of today, the first one started with some pirate by the name of "Captain Reynolds" trying to tell myself and Major Jimmy Patterson of the Liberty Marines that a Lieutenant Commander was not the equivalent of a Marine Corps. Major, we quickly corrected him, although he attempted to change his argument several times. Which eventually resulted in the Major and myself rattling off lists of our respective organizations' chains of command...the pirate shut up real quick after that, hahaha...figures he would, I mean c'mon! pirates trying to lecture soldiers on their ranks?! Pffftahahaha, That's rich, I tell ya... that first patrol ended peacefully and I managed to catch some shut eye before the Fleet Admiral summoned me to patrol on his wing.
That was a rather uneventful patrol too, except for a minor engagement which I didn't wind up taking part in...as it was dealt with, some weird Lane Hacker talking about somebody named "Allah" and shouting really loud while attempting to drop mines on us...Oh, and then we encountered an IMG Battlecruiser, what a fat...ugly ship that is! I mean damn! I feel sorry for the people who have to serve aboard those things! ...oh, right, I digress...so we ordered that ship out of Libertonian space, and it complied...so, that went well too I suppose.
After that, I headed for West Point and docked up, I needed some more shut-eye, I'll say this, being in space for pro-longed periods of time does some weeeeird things to the internal clock...what with not being able to tell the difference between night and day...
Damn...I think I'm going a little insane -- That, or I'm just really taking to this personal diary thing nicely...Anyway, I should probably head out for another patrol, given that I'm awake, and technically still on duty, so for now...
This is Lieutenant Commander Rachel Baker, signing off.
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