January 3, 2302
(What Else is New)
Kudo was not typically the type of mutt to go running blindly into closed quarters without scouting the place first, for food at least. She's a lap-dog and all I've got to keep me sane. Finding my quarters was easy since everyone is expected to bunk in the Medbay, Jesus.
So they say this is a routine colony check-in, despite the colorful detachment of personnel assigned to a survey ship. Hell, the only excuse they could come up with for having me sign an NDA was something along the lines of preventing "the relinquishing of new and potentially disruptive information to undesirable third-party profiteers."
The ship was re-fit for combat, top of the line ordnance which, I assume, nobody has any experience with. That's why they hired me; to man the guns. Kudo's brown coat and pink nose appeared in my peripherals, if my external audio implants were less than half way she might have had the drop on me. Still, that didn't stop her from taking me down anyway. At least we have heated floors.
- eSigned, Lt.Dhanesh Kiev
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