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  <title>Communications Officer Litche Evan Harman, reporting for the Merchant Ship R.A.S</title>
  <subtitle>Hell, someone's gotta keep a log of all this stuff.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-10-24T03:00:35Z</updated>
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    <title>commofficerleh @ 2005-10-23T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-24T03:00:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-24T03:00:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One Winged Angel (orchestrated) - Nobuo Uematsu</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ship time is getting close to Martian midnight, so the ship's quiet enough to start getting all this down. Hell of a trip this has been already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Cap's crazy. Captain Deveraux never &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; me that we were smugglers. Now, I know I'm not the brightest bulb on the panel, but, I guess I did kinda notice there was less on the manifest than there was on-board... Ok, so I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, of course, was the one who pointed it out to me, when we docked last. Captain seems to more or less ignore her, for some reason, so she tells me all the stuff he's cooking up, like odd docking procedures to avoid scanners and the like. Mostly ways to keep from paying fees, for the most part, but then he's talking about running gear to the Sylveth system unassisted and crap like that. Sylveth? In the &lt;em&gt;RedHawk&lt;/em&gt;, who'd start peeling her hull like dandruff flakes at the &lt;em&gt;sight&lt;/em&gt; of a black hole? He's got to be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out,&lt;br /&gt;-Glitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Jeezus, now two more for the weirdness roster. We picked up a security officer, who goes by Zara, no last name. Gun nut. Tough chick, though. Fully armed, carries about twenty pounds of spare mags at any one time... And Az. Den Azzar is his real name, but he just goes by Az; says he's been called that for the last few years and I'd be kind enough to remember it. Said a few more things about comm officers that I won't repeat... but he certainly redeemed himself by fixing the portside lock. He... asked it nicely. I don't get it, even though I watched him.</content>
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    <title>commofficerleh @ 2005-10-03T00:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T04:14:35Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Hangarmageddon (e1m1) - Evil Horde</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Comm Officer Litche Evan Harman, reporting for duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just received my first posting! I'm aboard the Registered Amshir Ship &lt;em&gt;RedHawk&lt;/em&gt;, and I'm serving as Captain Deveraux communication's officer. I'm getting along well with the captain so far. In fact, he's already calling my by my academy nick, Glitch. (Which leads me to believe I know where I got this recommendation.) I've got my own position on the bridge, too, over his head and to the left. They're using the CRM 114 setups which are a little older than the 140s I trained on, so I'm sure I'm going to be reaching for sliders that don't exist for a few weeks, but other than that, there ought not to be any difficulty sliding right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's any other crew: I had to really plead to the captain to have him instate my fiancée as our Medical Officer, because he seriously did want to leave port without a medical officer! Can you believe that? I can't believe that. He'd hire me, but wouldn't think of a medical-- nevermind. In any case, she'll be finishing her last semester about the RedHawk, and attending classes by ansible in the off-hours. We figure, after a few cargo runs, we'll be able to pay for the wedding &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the house, at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooop, Cap'n needs me on the bridge. So soon? I don't think we're even out of the mesosphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out&lt;br /&gt;-Glitch</content>
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