sciencevsart

+++M39.342.617 - BEGIN LOG [JOURNAL] - LYRA SUNG - 00:19:24+++ Okay, so the last few weeks have been nothing but paperwork. All the parchment I made into pretty little stacks were apparently very important; the engines were in dire need of replacement parts, the solid-slug batteries and guns were months behind on ammunition, the Macrocannons were suffering "rattling in the joints", whatever that meant, but none of it was good. The boss was going to have to go through it all, one by one. And I had to follow him everywhere. Now, I'm no sloth, but a Grand Cruiser has about the same space as some star platforms, and walking through endless hall