Dear Diary,

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's rats. Filthy, creepy, crawly things. They run at you from all directions, covering you with their vermin and leaving a cesspool of disease and stench wherever they go. Rats. Nasty creatures, living on garbage and wallowing in the cesspool of everything that is the degradation of man.

The rats tried to eat me today, or at least I thought they were going to. Stupid Harper and his insane quests. I should know better than to listen to that little weasel. "There's treasure to be found!" he said. What treasure? I found myself locked in a room with Beka Valentine. Oh great one, oh mother of my race. I can't believe that woman, of all women in the universe, was chosen by Museveni to be the mother of the Nietzschean people. That woman has gotten under my skin since the day I laid eyes on her. She annoys me, with her sarcastic attitude and curt remarks. There were times I wanted to kill her...strangle the life out of her...wring her scrawny little neck...but now, thanks to Museveni, I can't touch her.

Anyway, back to the rats. Actually, it was a hallucination caused by this strange gas I encountered while locked in this Vedran "treasure" chamber. Or so Beka said. She tried to comfort me. I can't believe the nerve of that woman, trying to be motherly to me after the way she has treated me in the past. I mean, I tried to be nice to her on Andromeda, but she rewarded me by beating me up repeatedly. Why is it that she always seems to get the upper hand? Well, I know that one time it was the body armor, and that other time it was the spirit of the Abyss that possessed her. But really...come on, Rhade. You keep letting this woman beat you up!

I still think those rats were in those walls. Come to think of it, I think they followed me here because I can hear scraping coming from the wall behind my bed. I'm thinking of blowing up the wall to see. Then again, maybe I should just lie down on the bed and let them have me and be done with it.

Filthy vermin. Evil creatures. They're almost as bad as Magog...or clowns.