[Entry 19]

"Everyone's been in a great mood lately, and it's been pretty relaxing here so far. Some guys are talking about going back home on leave, getting to see families, friends, and weather again. I'm thinking about it myself, but we'll see. Haven't seen my ex-fiance in quite a while...wonder if she's still mad about the whole Alderaan thing. My brother will probably ask me if there's any way he can come up to the Gunnery and have an hour free with a turbo laser. Mom will want to know if I've met another girl yet...Maybe dad and I can go hunting or something."




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[Entry 18]

"This past deployment on the Decimator, I had to take a gun station at the very end of the line...the one NOBODY wants. The laser cannon had a fried capacitor, cables with eroded coverings, and I even found out one of the switches wasn't grounded (the hard way). Fortunately my gloves and suit took the brunt of the shock. Every day after day on that gun...It's good to be back in the Death Star." 



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[Entry 17]

"HOW did I throw my code cylinder down the trash chute? I must have been distracted by the sounds of troopers down the hall riding mouse droids like skates. When I went to look for the thing, I couldn't find it, and even though I only spent a few minutes down there in the compactor, it came online anyway and nearly crushed me! Fortunately, my fellow trooper heard my cry for help, I guess my helmet acts like a megaphone. Let's just say my helmet is more narrow now....I can't be the only person who's had trouble with that compactor!" 




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[Entry 16]

"Worst...day...ever. Now that I'm out of the medical ward somebody's getting their dome punched in!!!!" 







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[Entry 15]

"Okay, if anyone ever wondered what happens when a probe droid goes on the fritz, that question was answered today! We had trouble locking down the hangar, and even though 2-3 is going to be without a TIE for a little bit, we're all just glad we didn't get sucked out into space or disentigrated by an overly aggressive droid. It wasn't until after all the commotion that I realized my comm box antenna had been shot off..."





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[Entry 14]

"Back from another mission on the frontlines. I'm so sick of being the only trooper with pockets! Before we leave, everybody wants me to "hold on" to something for them. I'm bogged down with tools as it is! Now they want me to carry extra rations, spare clips, and batteries for their music devices. I doubt Royal Guards have to put up with this..." 




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[Entry 13]

"Well, I've lost my pauldron. I have no idea when, where, or how. As if that wasn't bad enough, it's required for safety reasons in the sector I'm working in, so I had to use a spare one from the "public" group. I don't know who it was made for, but it was so small I could barely breath, and I almost passed out when I was supposed to be firing the superlaser. Unfortunately, that was the best bib in the box. The others were worn out, one was ripped, and another had some disgusting looking stain on it; maybe acid or something?"





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[Entry 12]

"Today our systems kept running really slow. Load times took forever, and the system was on the verge of crashing at some points. After doing a little searching, I figured out what part of the problem was: Someone was storing enormous amounts of music on our databases, I mean, it was ridiculous. I don't know who it was, but apparently they don't like to get bored while on the job. Either way, I wiped the drives clean and we're running smoothly again. Unfortunately, without the music, things are getting even more boring since our CO banned us from watching Spaceflix, now we can't watch movies or shows while calibrating...strong resentment is brewing." 





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[Entry 11]

"Well, guess who didn't win the award for 'Gunner of the Month'...again. I don't get it. What do I have to do? When the artillery guns lost power, who fixed the powerplant? I did. When someone misplaced an entire shipment of batteries, who found them? I did. When a bunch of new recruits showed up to report for duty, who had to give them introductory training and show them around? I did! (That new guy is going to be the death of SOMEBODY, I'm keeping my distance) Also, when the trash compactor broke, who figured out the problem? I did!! (Ok, so I was the one who broke it, but still...) That's how it works around here, you work your butt off just so that one of the other guys can install a wicked engine in Vader's custom TIE Fighter and steal your award." 








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[Entry 10]

"We got to blow up a huge asteroid that was heading straight for us today. It was one of the best things I've ever seen! The rock was full of metals and ore that made some nice colors when we blasted the you-know-what out of it...Days like this really take me back to when I was a kid. Burning insects with magnification lenses, or, when I would build my own fort and not let the other kids play with me. Good times!" 






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[Entry 9]

"I enrolled in a night class here on the Death Star. It's a mandatory class on the updated systems tech for the systems we have. Our instructor is a little weird. Calling roll takes forever, there's probably 50 gunners in the class...On the other hand, I like the new software, there's just one little thing I don't like. When it thinks you're having trouble, a little digital Astromech droid appears on the screen and asks if I want help. Of course, it does this every two minutes, and I'm starting to hate it!"






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[Entry 8]

"Well, today I finally recieved my brand new helmet. But, apparently, it's defective. It has no fin, no under-bite, and no comm box! Oh sure, the COG is still there...other guys kept calling me a 'Magic 8 Ball'. I am so sick of them asking me about the future! But, it kinda works out. In my new position I can only answer with two things.
'Should I ask for a raise?' one guy asked.
'Commence primary ignition.' I replied.
'Is lunch ready?' another inquired.
'Standby.' I replied.
This worked fine for a while, but now their questions are just ridiculous. Somebody said I look like a TIE without the wings. I want a new helmet. 





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[Entry 7]

"The waitresses in the cafeteria went on strike today, demanding higher wages and fewer hours. The strike lasted ten minutes. We got a few officers and TK's down here and they wrapped it up pretty quickly. The good news is: we still have waitresses to serve our food. The bad news is: I don't think I can bring myself to eat there anymore. They're spitting in our food...I just know it. Now, to make things even more difficult throughout the work day, a squad of TK's have to use our bathroom because theirs is out of commission. EVERYBODY hates this, they take ten minutes just getting that plastoid armor off!!" 




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[Entry 6]

I've been reading messages from fellow troopers of mine that I've served with in the past, they've been transferred to different planets, but I noticed something: Everybody complains about the weather. I wonder what that's like..." 






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[Entry 5]

"I had to do a lot of repair work in the hangars today. I think my head is going to crack open if I hear that alarm one more time! Every five minutes, 'Close all outboard shields...close all outboard shields..." After ten hours of that, I HATE IT!! On top of that, my fusion cutter broke working on a power coupling. Fortunately, in light of that I've been assigned to work in one of the control rooms. It's weird though, they told me I can only say two things, 'Commence primary ignition' and 'Standby', only higher officers get to give orders.

I wonder what AT-AT pilots get paid.... 




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[Entry 4]

"Today was interesting. It seems that one of the female officers has taken a liking to me. She's nice. On the other hand, as power hungry and maniacal as the next Imperial, but she's nice. I worked a long shift on one of the arrays today, and she was kind enough to bring me lunch. Why she decided to bring me meatloaf I'll never understand; I would've eaten ANYTHING else from our cafeteria. Anyways, after she left, I promptly chucked the thing into the combustion chamber during a test fire. As I watched my lunch disintigrate before my very eyes, I realized shortly after that the power of the Death Star and ionized plasma can't get rid of the smell. Later, the guy that took over my station after my shift was over, came to the conclusion that I have gas, and won't stop calling me Gassy Gunner...I hate that guy..."

[Entry 3]

"Got into trouble today. I told my superior officer that maybe we should all consider wearing giant Imperial COGs on our backs, that way it would be even more clear who we work for, and three COGs are not enough. I must've sounded sarcastic. I was being serious, but, of course, he took it all wrong. And boy, did he get MAD." 



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[Entry 2]

"Poor Fred, I accidentally poked him in the eye with the fin on my helmet while we were working today. I think he would've recovered faster if he hadn't fallen down into that maintenance hatch. In other news, Convergence Array 18229 has been fixed, and everybody can rest easy. I'd rest easier, but I keep hearing sounds ousite my quarters...sometimes in the walls, I don't know what they are. My superior officer told me that it was probably nothing. But that doesn't explain why I find things outside my door sometimes."

[Entry 1]

"Well, the engagement's off. Apparently she had an aunt and uncle on Alderaan. Man, I'm always taking heat for that planet! She told me to go stick my head in a turbo laser; I thought that was a little uncalled for. I just thought work was work...But what really hurt my feelings was when she said that she always thought my helmet looked stupid. No one understands."



 


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