Dark Trooper Diaries

Lieutenant's Log, 2.28.2003, 1955 hours: It's been a standard week since this project was started, and I'm aldready sick of it. Actually, I'm more afraid of it than I am sickened by it. I mean, I have to inspect every single cargo container that comes into the ship from 2000 hours until standard wake-up at 0600. It freaks me out a little to know that I'm examining something that could literally wake up at a moment's notice and put a sword through my chest without any warning whatsoever. This stuff is all too strange to handle... (Audible alarm.) Why me? The shifts are changing again. 2000 hours, and time to get scared senseless by nighttime shadows, low lighting, and a bunch of canisters full of armed, living machines.