Stress Relief:

The amount of stress this job is causing has proven to be more than I think any of us had expected. The psychiatrist I hired has deemed that we’re all in an unhealthy mental state, I suspect she has some ulterior motive for this diagnosis, perhaps she wants to sabotage our work, maybe get someone else to take over, someone close to her that she can reap the benefits of this project from. What if she’s trying to find out our secrets to blackmail us, dear gods, if she ever found out about what I’ve uncovered I’d be finished for sure. I must find a way to get rid of her, even if it means killing her, no, that’d be too far, I need to maintain a certain level of sanity if I want High Command to let me continue my work, it’s far too important to throw away like that. The shipyards have been activated and my team is working on getting them set up to build our ships. The design team has been lagging behind lately so the designs might not be ready in time, I need to push them and myself harder, we need to get this done in a timely manner, the empire needs these new ships.

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Perhaps a feast will ease everyone’s minds, if a break is what they need, then a break they shall have. Organizing a feast for an entire planetary workforce will be hard but it should be worth it in the long run. I’ll run my plan past the psych to keep her off my back while I create my plan to rid us of her, I should have never let her in this place. Hmm, perhaps I can rid myself of her sooner than I planned; If I show her what I’ve found and then lock her in the hidden chamber then I won’t have to worry, it can be written off as an accident, a simple missing persons case, yes this can work. A big feast to keep everyone distracted while I rid myself of this parasite that has been eating away at our souls. Work can finally resume at a normal pace once the feast is over, everyone will be happy, including High Command once they see how quickly our productivity increases. Soon this world will once again be home to the finest ship manufactory in the galaxy. I can see it now, waves of ships rushing out of our shipyards ready to pummel the empire’s foes, nothing can stop us from achieving our goals now. I must go now, there is much planning to be done, and we don’t want to keep our guests waiting.