At last, an oasis of sanity.

Sad tidings echo throughout the ship, however, with the sudden death of Doctor Martin and that little fuzzy thing Zaabo. A terrible tragedy made worse since their carcasses went utterly wasted. I could have used Zaabo for a soup I have planned for an apology meal for the Captain. That was terribly upsetting having my mind virtually emptied onto his desk. I hope Azzura Brinks is quite satisfied with herself, wherever she got off to.

But poor Demian Tempres, not even married a day and the woman runs off on him, leaving him with the children. I hope he sues her family quite soundly for support. On a brighter note, I've learned that changing the diapers on hairless humanoids is much easier than doing so on cubs, provided you don't have a disposal incident which requires a shower. They don't even have tails to get in the way! Oh well, I'm biased, but I think cubs are much cuter than his offspring, but oh well, cubs of any stripe are cute. I look forward to assisting him in his new duties despite our less than stellar start.

Our new counselor. Where to begin? I think I like her already, a pleasant first for this ship. Over drinks in Ten-Forward I filled her in on Lieutenant Tempres' recent tragedy and thus will leave her to her duties on the matter. Perhaps she can look into that freakshow Commander t'Resan's insane need to be naked all the time, even in public. All in all I hope for much more conversation with Doctor Freeman. Maybe I'm just lonely on this crate.

Maybe I should just go home. You told me you'd protect me, my brother.