Another day.
01 Dec 2022Serza
December 1st, 3308I've survived another day. That makes it two.
There's a huge difference between my time in the Pleiades and the war. Sure, I've been hunting Thargoids like sport for months, and there was always the air of us defending humanity out there on the frontier, but the mood has changed drastically. It's no longer defending humanity from a boogeyman in the shadows that most people never see. The Goids are here, and they're angry.
But there's good news. Some crazy people rolled through HIP 23716 while I was sleeping on the rescue ship, and they managed to save both Knight Enterprise and Godel Escape. If I were to guess, it must have been the Hydra killers. They're the only ones who actually have both the crazy and the skills to pull this off.
I remember lamenting those people still stuck there last night, but we damn well didn't leave them there. The Knight stands, for what good that will do us overall. They actually asked me to investigate some noises... I'll never be able to watch a horror vid, ever again.
What was worse, though, was walking through the halls, bursting with injured awaiting transport. Blood... Everywhere. Everything was bloody. Screams. People begging for aid... And the thoughts about Jameson, creeping back in. I couldn't keep up then. Pulled some people out, and tried to clear my mind by coating my ship in the caustic mess that passes for Thargoid blood.
They kept coming to Farkas. We killed, killed and killed some more. I couldn't keep track. I didn't want to keep track, not after what I saw in orbit. And that's what nearly got me. A Cyclops pulled out a Shutdown field, and our usual tricks don't work so well out of 0G. I tumbled in the Krait. I thought that was it. I was going to die on a barren rock with nothing but one minor starport for hundreds of kilometers, because some alien bastard hit us with a Shutdown field. Barely a splatter on the planetary surface. But I lived, got the ship under control, and emptied everything in the Goid. That was for Matthews, you bastard.
It's time to hit the rack now. If I even can, with everything that happened today.
And it's only just begun. Deep breaths, Sarah.
Glory to Mankind...