Recovered Duradrive Mendez Terminal
29 Jul 2020The_prop
[DURADRIVE INITIALIZATION][OPENED VOICE FILE RECORDING]
Day 1
Not the most luxurious apartment I've had the pleasure of residing in recently but "you go where the work is Davina" Mr. Gleaves would say, "and some lucky journalist has to cover the Terraforming of Jormbu A1", catchy name!
Still the people here on Mendez Terminal are nice enough and can't seem to do enough for Sarah and I.
Thought I'd try this diary malarkey out as a kind of therapeutic exercise to keep me from missing home and the boys too much, plus, keeps me from spending too much time and credits in the Mendez bars whilst Sarah is calibrating her cameras and recording equipment. No promises, but I will try to keep these entries regular. (ish)
[END OF LOG]
Day 7
Regular. That was the last word I recorded exactly 1 week ago, not even I can rely on myself!
Work is ok, we've been planet side on a shuttle to get some shots and interviews from those hard working souls surveying and monitoring that Ocean World in crazy conditions down there.
My mind was brought back to this as I'm hearing whispers through certain journalistic grapevines so to speak, of extraterrestrial contact throughout civilised space? Absolute nonsense I'm sure but it'll be my bloody luck to be stuck here when the little green men start showing and the scoop will be old news. P'ah! Day off tomorrow, I think I'll make myself look presentable and grab a few Lavian Brandys in that quirky place I saw down in the hospitality sector earlier "Merlin And The Dustball Inn", sounds like a band!
[END OF LOG]
Day 20
Weird! Took a few attempts to get this entry started and the lights and comms are going haywire? Every holo news transmitter feed is reporting the same news, the Thargoids have been attacking pilots within inhabited systems? Impossible! I mean, you hear of the stories, the fables, that these monsters are commonplace in the pleiades cluster but until now I thought that was to stop fools from travelling out there and stumbling upon some political misdemeanors. A scare tactic.
Well looking from the view in my cabin there are a lot more combat ships leaving port than returning and the ones that do are in complete tatters!!
[END OF LOG]
Day 23
This is the 3rd day of conflict, the place has gone into absolute pandemonium.
The Federation has lost control! The people here have become deranged!! The place is so dark, emergency red lighting runs through the hallways and the cabins are also at minimal lighting. Sarah has bunked in here, her company is comforting.
Food is being rationed now and all transport for personnel and goods have been halted and sent away to neighbouring star systems. The communication lines have been stopped so maximum bandwidth is focused on Telepresence Pilots and strategy transmissions to coordinators.
I only know all of this from the repeated statements being broadcast into the living quarters and guest cabins.
An elderly man just reassured us moments ago that he overheard station crew members saying that an Alliance shadow government in the system have been deploying actual Commanders into Jormbu to help the federal security cope with the invaders. Let's hope he's not just paying lip service.
[END OF LOG]
Day 25
It's calm. Everybody is so tired now.
Senator Leatrix of The Empire is reportedly asking for help moving food, drink and rare gems for their festivities in Capitol and we are sat here, filthy, hungry and tired. I'd be angry if I didn't find it all so typically Imperial.
We are both here in the passenger lounge with a group of KumByar preachers listening to them harp on about how the Far God cult brought this madness on. I've never been religious, or even slightly curious but for the last 5 days I've prayed to every deity I've ever heard of. Fates save us!!
[END OF LOG]
Day 27 (log 1)
I cant believe what has happened! What is still happening!! None of this is making any sense!
There are so many of these saucer shaped vessels firing at us. The station's defences are powerless against them. I'm sat, helpless, watching pilots fly out to their deaths just kilometers from the station's docking mailslot.
[NEW VOCAL PATTERN DETECTED]
Dav! Get the hell out here quick, we've got a ticket off here!
[END OF LOG]
Day 27 (log 2)
Fire!! Everywhere!! Sarah got us a ride from a ship apparently moving people out to a megaship close by but it's too late.
My Boys!
The whole place is burning. It's so damn hot!
The thing we saw through the stairwells viewing port was huge. It dwarfed those saucers. Was lit a hellish red and its flesh spiked like a demon from the old biblical texts of Sol.
Oh god, my twin Boys!
I hope this isn't the end for us all. Humanity I mean. I hope, I pray, this is not our end.
If this ever gets out to anybody that knows me, protect my children. Please
[UNSUSTAINABLE DAMAGE. TERMINATING LOG]