Spying on Thargoids - Logbook No. 3:
17 Dec 2024Salmonea
I’m finally back. I’ve left that forsaken planet and those marching nightmares behind. As soon as I flew into the docking bay, the familiar hum of the carrier’s engines and the sterile air brought me more relief than I expected. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until I was back in my cabin. The first thing I did? I took the longest shower in history. A whole 40 minutes of hot water.Now that I’m clean and have a satisfied stomach, I’m starting to process everything. Those hours spent lying in the dirt, the sleepless nights reviewing the footage—it’s finally catching up to me. I still see them when I close my eyes: Thargoids circling around that wreck like bees around a fallen apple. It’s frustrating not knowing why.
I compiled the recordings and notes for the client. The last day was the most unsettling. Just before I packed up, the Thargoids did something different. They all froze—completely still—like statues. It felt endless, even longer than their usual 49-minute “shut down” periods. The only movement was the wind sweeping through the wreck and kicking up dust. Then, one of them raised a limb toward the sky, and right after that, I heard a buzzing sound in my helmet’s comms. It was faint, but I swear I heard something—a tone or a signal. It only lasted a few seconds and then vanished. The Thargoids went back to their work as if nothing had happened.
I didn’t stick around to figure out more. I grabbed my gear and got out of there. As much as I like to pretend I’m fearless, that moment felt like a warning. Or maybe a message. Or maybe I’m just starting to lose it.
Back on the Trismegistos, I handed everything over to the client. He didn’t say much. Just nodded and transferred my payment. It was a generous sum—too generous not to make me wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. Before he left, he said just one thing:
“You saw more than you realize.”
Great. Cryptic messages are exactly what I need after a week of watching alien rituals.
For now, I’m staying on the carrier. I’ll get some proper sleep and then decide what to do next.
But I can’t help wondering if they knew I was there.