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#### Opening logging interface.
### Logging interface opened.
## Recording:
Monroe stands leaning against the back wall, arms folded looking down to the floor, "Seems like CREED found a way of deleting my personal logs, unsure why." he shrugs carelessly.
"The Admiral has hardened up on the chain of command, M'Kieitt gave me a bollockin' over the whole Z incident. We both got demoted, although my rank was something of a grey area for quite a while now." he pushes himself from the wall with his foot, taking a step closer to the recorder.
"M'Kieitt has become somewhat of a hard-ass recently after she was made XO of the fleet." he looks up towards the recorder a smirk on his face, "She has informed me of some mission she wants my help with. Seems I have to under-go cosmetic surgery to keep my identity a secret." he gives an indifferent look; his eyes look upset. "My devilish good looks will be gone. A sacrifice I have to make." his head drops to look at the ground once again, but this time with a certain sadness.
"I have begun training for the mission using the stations holo-deck. I've started learning to layouts of the generic Klingon ships, using the holo-deck. Plus I've started training my body with Kabal - A Klingon serving on my ship." grins widely, "The next few days will be dedicated to training only. I am going to attempt to break my limits in combat. I imagine M'Kieitt will not assign me any blasted patrols for a while to allow to me to train. She sounded like she needed me."
he lets out a dark chuckle.
"I shall log again soon. Monroe out."
#### Ending log.
### File saved to personal server.
## Closing interface.
### Logging interface opened.
## Recording:
Monroe stands leaning against the back wall, arms folded looking down to the floor, "Seems like CREED found a way of deleting my personal logs, unsure why." he shrugs carelessly.
"The Admiral has hardened up on the chain of command, M'Kieitt gave me a bollockin' over the whole Z incident. We both got demoted, although my rank was something of a grey area for quite a while now." he pushes himself from the wall with his foot, taking a step closer to the recorder.
"M'Kieitt has become somewhat of a hard-ass recently after she was made XO of the fleet." he looks up towards the recorder a smirk on his face, "She has informed me of some mission she wants my help with. Seems I have to under-go cosmetic surgery to keep my identity a secret." he gives an indifferent look; his eyes look upset. "My devilish good looks will be gone. A sacrifice I have to make." his head drops to look at the ground once again, but this time with a certain sadness.
"I have begun training for the mission using the stations holo-deck. I've started learning to layouts of the generic Klingon ships, using the holo-deck. Plus I've started training my body with Kabal - A Klingon serving on my ship." grins widely, "The next few days will be dedicated to training only. I am going to attempt to break my limits in combat. I imagine M'Kieitt will not assign me any blasted patrols for a while to allow to me to train. She sounded like she needed me."
he lets out a dark chuckle.
"I shall log again soon. Monroe out."
#### Ending log.
### File saved to personal server.
## Closing interface.
