[Initializing...rebooting...]
Lennox gave a long sigh of exasperation as he waited for the log to load. It had been suffering from a couple of technical issues, but not enough to send him into a frenzy of slurs and curses. He had noticed a couple of the crew had set up these logs and he wanted to know more about it, learn why they did these personal logs.
[Log begin]
"Ah, finally, the bloody t'ing decides te bloody load up," Lennox pauses for a moment as he glances over his shoulder. "I've been reassigned, ye could call it, from te Starbase te the USS Discovery. I've finally got a proper ship. Wonder w'at me siblin's and me family t'ink of t'is."
There's a silence for a moment before Lennox could be heard taking in a breath before exhaling.
"Ye don't understand te w'at level o' excitement I'm at. I've been readin' up on the Discovery and well, bein' my first few days, I've check out w'at firepower the ship's got. Ah, t'is is w'ere it gets bloody excitin'! Akira class, with a whoppin' big cargo space of 47,254 metric tons. Ye probably do know what I'm gettin' to. Yes, the big guns. Torpedo launchers, firin' 5 per launcher, quantum, photon and transphasic torps too."
Another silence.
"Not goin' te lie, t'is a feckin' good ship. But fer now, I'm goin' te have a look around, get te know people and then, well, we'll see."
[Log End]