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Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00001
I’m filing an official complaint about the number of hoops I need to jump through to get the Commander out of containment and back into command. He’s fine, and he’s the only person that can get us out of the hole we’re stuck in. Every day that they keep him out of the Bridge is a day that the Elders are moving to get him back, and we can’t lose the advantage. People are dying out there, and he’s stuck behind paperwork and red tape. We’re supposed to be the resistance, people!
I don’t even know when a complaint system was set up, but they say to fight fire with fire. I hope to hear from you very soon,
Commanding Officer Bradford
Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00002
The complaints get forwarded to my inbox? This really is pushing it, Tygan. None of this bullshit is my idea, but you leave me holding the angry letters? Just don’t count on me to clean up your mistakes.
This had better be getting cc’d to someone that isn’t me.
Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00003
There’s something going on with the specialists. They’re too quiet. They used to spend all their time coding the lights in the Armory to cycle colors, or hacking the SPARKs to only speak in Short Circuit references, but there’s been nothing for weeks.
I’m not complaining about not having to hum Close Encounters to get through the doors, but there’s something that all that energy must be being directed towards, and Shen is claiming ignorance.
Whenever I’m proved right, this is my “I told you so”.
Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00004
Lodging a complaint that the individual call screens still haven’t been fixed, so I still need to take all my personal calls on the big Bridge screen. I’ve raised it often enough with nothing to show for it, so I may as well raise it here too.
Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00005
It is getting ridiculous the lengths that Shen is going to these days to not admit that she trusts Tygan now. They’ve been working shoulder to shoulder in the Shadow Chamber for weeks, but she’s still determined to present herself as above him. I don’t want to have to sit them down with each other, but there’s nobody else on this ship who’s been around them for as long as I have. She’s too stubborn, and he’s too… oblivious? Stoic? I don’t think he even cares one way or the other but I’m tired of the prickliness in senior staff meetings, and the Commander has bigger things to worry about than schoolyard falling-outs.
Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00006
Someone put up “Just Married” bunting over my console this morning, probably too much drink at last night’s blowout. It wasn’t funny, and I’ve got enough security on the bridge that it’s only a matter of time before I find who did it.
Complaint submitted - Ticket number #00007
It’s too quiet, now that the Elders and the Chosen and the Rulers are gone. I’m still busy organizing cleanup, or connecting cells, or trying to reconstruct some sort of government after a lifetime of people used to being uncaring sheep, but I’ve been under the thumb for so long that I don’t know how to live without it, or the fear. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, I guess. Feels empty.
Noted, will see what I can do - CMDR