New Orders Arrived Today...

I'm a f#cking dead man...

I knew I was in trouble when I found out that chick I was sleeping with was married to my Detailer. Dammit I didn't know she was married, it might not have mattered, but I didn't know. Now the bastard has cut me orders to the absolute worst ship in the fleet...the USS Enterprise... better known in the Security Community as the USS RoachMotel...red shirts check in, but they don't check out.

I'm f#cking dead.....

Kirk goes through red shirts like he goes through contraceptives. The man is not real. One of my instructors, Chief Williams, served with Kirk for a whole year and lived to tell about it. Williams is a Legend in Security. What a sad state when you can reach Legend status just because you live through an assignment.

I just heard that Kirk came back from a 2 week operation with 5 less red shirts than he started. The Operation? Raiding enemy territory? no... Stealth Reconnaissance in the Neutral Zone? no... it was scheduled maintenance in Mars orbit... typical.

I'm a dead f#cking man. That's it, I am giving up women forever. If I hadn't slept with Becky then Master Chief wouldn't have sentenced me to die. Maybe Enterprise will be in dry dock for a few days, I can come up with some disease to get me out of going underway...

I wonder where that Andorian hooker went off to, she is bound to have something contagious...