Kredo, Tobro 23, 5365 I.R.
| . . . posted 04:22pm . . . "Enlisted" . . . I did it. I signed the dotted line on a four year contract that will take me away from this dead-end life. I even got a chance to pick my vocation, radar operations. Doesn't that sound awesome. They say that I gotta take some sort of test before they train me, but to be operating the radar and telling the Captain that he can't go into that nebula is way too 'grash. The only drag is, I can't ship out right now. I don't even know when they're gonna take me. They say once I take that test in Anwaro they'll know more. Great, another test. - D
Mardo, Tobro 22, 5365 I.R.
| . . . posted 06:53pm . . . "My Birthday" . . . Not much to say. Zed's gone, Mary Ann's gone, and I don't really feel like celebrating. Mom's got a cake for me, but I don't feel like eating it. - D