*Bret sits in the mess hall, his head laying on the table as he groans in fustration of the past week*
Bret:....Ohhh...My head.....Date....September 11....818 AS.....Days in space...335.....Ohh..Where to begin...My search for Charlie has been halted due to the closure of the Baffin system...And we decided to help out with it....We've had a few fights but nothing we couldn't handle...We got lucky in one fight...
*Bret raises his head up off the table..His eyes bloodshot from the lack of rest and the constant patrols....Looking into the reflection on the wall, showing his face*
Bret:..Geeeze...When was the last time I slept?....What did I get myself into?....I should be looking for the others...not guard duty....Looks like I'm stuck here for now....Till this damned blockade is over...
*Bret's head falls back onto the table with a sudden slam...groaning as he tries to stay awake*
==END OF LOG==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005