Log XXIII

    This Site feels slightly worse than what I remember it being. D-Class are being allowed to run rampant throughout the compound with little consequence. From rumours I'm hearing, the Cult has gotten significant footing on the planet. Joseph Richman... don't even get me started on that insubordinate prick. He was trapped at a table with 049 today, and during our attempts to peacefully stall time before the cavalry could come in, he was spouting some utter horseshit about the entirety of TIU needed to die, to be hanged by thier necks and left to suffocate. This is not hyperbole, this is not exxageration. That is what he said. It made my blood boil. I understand his hatred for the people, especially considering what they did. What he's saying though borders... no, it is terroristic. When it was time to face the music with Garmr, I was tasked to stay with him and Anti, to make sure they stood in their seats and didn't converse. This unruly fuck decided to rummage through the IA front desk looking for who knows what, and gave me an attitude when I called him out on it. Multiple times afterwards while we were in Medbay, he was making threats towards me. He threatened to shoot me when I told him to pipe down. This boy is a risk to the Foundation, to his own life. He has not changed an iota since I met him. He needs a severe course correction before he gets himself or anybody else killed.

    On another note, I had a lovely chat with Kairos. He's come a long way. He's First Lieutenant now, and Spec Overseer. I could not be more proud of him. He's truly outshined me in every way. I think he'd make a fine Executive Officer should Hades ever step down.

    I'm going to try my best. Climb the ranks again. Document everything I can. I need to speak with Xi-8 soon to get the scoop on what happened with the Cult during my absence, see if the Duke is still an issue. My purpose standeth unchanged.

   ~ Dak Kyra