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| - The lieutenant thinks he's found a chamber the hostiles use as a breeding ground. He's taking us there to wipe it out, to take out their ability to replace their lost forces. Maybe we'll gain some ground after that's done.
- I swear I've seen these bugs before. There was an infestation on Devon III back when I was a green private; it took 2 cycles to cleanse the place. If these are the same bug, we're gonna need bigger guns. Bigger guns, and a lot more guys.
- Down to the five of us. Ivey's "phantom gunship" set down a while ago - it's not one of ours, and it's definitely not a Space Pirate boat. Whoever's in that ship is in for a treat, that's for sure. Hope they do better than we did here.
- Wish these damn things would get it over with. You want some? Come get some! Otherwise, get the hell out of my face.
- This is ridiculous. I can outshoot half the men here, and I'm stuck on monitor duty. I didn't join up to stare at a holoscreen! This wouldn't happen to Samus Aran... She'd be out there taking care of business, not pushing buttons and sending reports.
- I thought I saw a blip on the long-range scanner this morning. It hasn't worked well since the attack, but I could swear I saw a Gunship of some kind dropping into N-space. Could be backup...or another... incoming! Incoming! IN---
- This bridge should be secure. The only person able to operate it was that alien that came down here earlier, and it's dead. Just as well; the last thing we need is another way those things can get to us and attack.
- Last night at chow, Angseth starts talking about some bounty hunter and how she blew up a planet full of Space Pirates. I told her I didn't believe in fairy tales like that, and she took it personal. I just find it hard to believe that one person took out an entire Space Pirate base, that's all. But if she wants to believe in this Samus, or Bigfoot, or Santa Claus, she can.
- Our Command and Control chamber is secured. We are awaiting reinforcements and supplies. A few hostiles managed to escape; hopefully they won't come back with friends.
- I don't like this plan. This hive is a small portion of a larger network. There may be dozens of hive systems like this across the planet, and they may all be linked. Destroying this one may buy us time, but it may also provoke the other hives into attacking.
- The enemy keeps making raids, stealing what isn't bolted down. What they want with our gear, spare parts, and mess kits escapes me. What matters is that they've taken the parts we need to fix the engines. Unless we get them back, we're trapped on this hellhole.
- Can't sleep. Ever.
- Eat.
- Everywhere. They're coming.
- I hear.
- Them.
- They'll eat me.
- The gas system is in place. I hope we have enough to get rid of all of these things. Everyone's low on ammo, and it looks like we're stuck here for some time. If this doesn't work, we're finished.
- I managed to get the door systems up and running, though the control systems look a little skittery...like most of the security around here. My kid brother could probably hack most of our locks. Fortunately, the Splinters aren't as smart as my kid brother.
- Brouda lost the bet, so he switched watch duty with me. I figure this section is nice and safe and boring, which suits me just fine. Let those other pugs guard the hot zone, I... hold on... hey! ...No! Hel--
- There's a new type of Splinter coming through the hive. It's darker, covered with some sort of protective substance. They're definitely more aggressive, and harder to kill than those previously encountered. These may be the warriors of the species, rather than the workers we're ran into so far.
- Man, I hope that is the only breeding ground for these things. If there's more, we're in big trouble. We had a hard enough time taking that one out of commission: I almost ran out of ammo. I never run out of ammo!
- I'm beginning to think it was a real bad idea going down here. Reevs is right, that hive is just one of many. It's stupid to stir a hornet's nest, especially if you plan on sleeping under it.
- I think Haley's losing it. He talks to himself all the time, and he won't sleep. He almost shot me on watch the other night. I think he thought I was one of those things. I talked to the doc about taking him off the line, and he told me we needed all the help we can get. That's true, but if he goes berserk and kills a bunch of us, that won't be very helpful.
- We'll be making our stand here. The engineer tells me there's no way we'll get the ship's engines online, and the atmospheric interference is scrambling our distress beacon. If anyone reads this, know that we did our duty and fought well.
- I'm beginning to think it was a real bad idea going down there. Reevs is right, that hive is just one of many. It's stupid to stir a hornet's nest, especially if you plan on sleeping under it. I'd rather take my chances on the surface, back at the ship...or out in that desert, with the Space Pirates.
- There's something wrong with the lock systems in this section. They've failed twice, locking us out until someone came along to let us in. If it happens again while we're playing "bait" for those things... well, at least we'll go out fighting, instead of hiding in the control area.
- I'm the only one left. Managed to get out of the hive, but when I got to the ship, everyone was gone... dead. I'm heading for that alien building we saw earlier. Maybe someone can help me there... Wait, something's moving down there. Hello...?
- The sarge says those "Splinters" remind him of some killer bug he saw on another planet once. All I know is the things are fast and take a lot to drop. Pretty soon we'll have to go to bayonets. Everyone's low on ammo...even Brode, and he's the stingiest grunt I know.
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| - All of these Trooper Logs can be found in the GFMC Compound. Logbook entry Man, I hope that is the only breeding ground for these things. If there's more, we're in big trouble. We had a hard enough time taking that one out of commission: I almost ran out of ammo. I never run out of ammo! Logbook entry Last night at chow, Angseth starts talking about some bounty hunter and how she blew up a planet full of Space Pirates. I told her I didn't believe in fairy tales like that, and she took it personal. I just find it hard to believe that one person took out an entire Space Pirate base, that's all. But if she wants to believe in this Samus, or Bigfoot, or Santa Claus, she can. Logbook entry I'm beginning to think it was a real bad idea going down here. Reevs is right, that hive is just one of many. It's stupid to stir a hornet's nest, especially if you plan on sleeping under it. Logbook entry I hear.Them.Everywhere. They're coming.Can't sleep. Ever.They'll eat me.Eat. Logbook entry Brouda lost the bet, so he switched watch duty with me. I figure this section is nice and safe and boring, which suits me just fine. Let those other pugs guard the hot zone, I... hold on... hey! ...No! Hel--(transmission ends) Logbook entry The sarge says those "Splinters" remind him of some killer bug he saw on another planet once. All I know is the things are fast and take a lot to drop. Pretty soon we'll have to go to bayonets. Everyone's low on ammo...even Brode, and he's the stingiest grunt I know.
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