The atmosphere on Battleship Isis, Omicron Minor was bad, we had been sitting on this ship for days.
It was, to say the least, boring down here in the soldiers cabins.
Those who had them busied themselves with all the little jobs that keeps a ship like the Isis running.
Oh, and there is a shortage of cabins, with nearly every agent within 400K rushing here to safty, what do you expect.
Its hard to move around, there is just too many people crammed into one ship,infact im surprised that this ship doesn't sink. *laugh*
Anyway, to put it bluntly this stinks like nomad poop. I long to fly my bomber again.
If you look out of the window, all you can see is blackness, just endless blackness. I feel sorry for any pilots stuck out there.
Right, well now I have to report to my captian for more training...
Well, to be sure it brightens up the day *laugh* but I sure do ache. Well see ya tomorrow...
*cough* I mean This is Captain Lee Brandon signing off.
*chuckles*