This will be just an intro. A greeting of sorts for the new players. The new arrivals to the planet EM-8ER.
Will write another log.
Name: Chaser Sward
Occupation: Reaper
Omniframe model: Sly Dancer
Current Location: EM-8ER
Not used to keeping logs, but ever since I got to this planet every second person keeps telling me I should start. For posterity, they said. Might as well call the idea for what it is, post-mortem survival tips for others. A death diary. Only mine could end up indirectly in it, too. Pretty sure I won't be writing a memo in my death throes. But, since I'm not there, yet, might as well make it a part of my R&R. So, here I am, on the planet designated EM-8ER or "Ember" as everyone quickly takes to calling it, unless they're snobs. It's the 8th out of 14 planets in a G-class system. From orbit it looked like a place where the chances of falling into molten lava and getting frostbite are equal. You wouldn't even have to lift a foot for the latter, if it weren't for the pockets that were already created by the first teams. And we're following in their footsteps. Creating more of them to make this planet viable. Everyone’s on edge, in a good way. It's almost time for the debriefing. After that, we'll see it all for ourselves.
Occupation: Reaper
Omniframe model: Sly Dancer
Current Location: EM-8ER
Log #1 – Day 1
Not used to keeping logs, but ever since I got to this planet every second person keeps telling me I should start. For posterity, they said. Might as well call the idea for what it is, post-mortem survival tips for others. A death diary. Only mine could end up indirectly in it, too. Pretty sure I won't be writing a memo in my death throes. But, since I'm not there, yet, might as well make it a part of my R&R. So, here I am, on the planet designated EM-8ER or "Ember" as everyone quickly takes to calling it, unless they're snobs. It's the 8th out of 14 planets in a G-class system. From orbit it looked like a place where the chances of falling into molten lava and getting frostbite are equal. You wouldn't even have to lift a foot for the latter, if it weren't for the pockets that were already created by the first teams. And we're following in their footsteps. Creating more of them to make this planet viable. Everyone’s on edge, in a good way. It's almost time for the debriefing. After that, we'll see it all for ourselves.
Name: Chaser Sward
Occupation: Reaper
Omniframe model: Sly Dancer
Current Location: EM-8ER
Log #2 – Day 1
Day’s over. And what a day it was. Aside from some quick snacking, there weren’t any breaks. ANY breaks. Some of us got to call down our Thumpers just demonstrate the process. Apparently, the locals didn’t care it was nothing more than that. Never seen so many fangs and claws, all at once. Even the insects are on the large side. And if you don’t get the small ones, fast, they can ruin your day as badly as their bigger cousins. Also, since this is meant to be educational, you might wanna avoid stepping on the ones that are bloated. And if you don’t shoot then from afar they’ll go kamikaze on you. Every one of them is potentially a walking, crawling pool of acid you really don’t want, even on the legs of your frame, never mind your own. Another Reaper had one jump on their face. Or it would have if it weren’t for the barrier around our cockpits. Nearly burned through that, as well. To say it keeps you on your toes, is an understatement. As if the wildlife weren’t enough, it didn’t take long until we got the attention of the real threat, the Tsi-Hu.
The place doesn’t disappoint. If all the critters don’t keep you on your toes, these things will. They have a pretty interesting take on domestication. They don’t tame beasts. They turn into them. One second, you’re in a shootout with a few of them. Good old-fashioned pop goes to the weasel’s head, if it sticks it out for too long. Except, half the weasels turn into beasts. And they aren’t as mindless as they look, either. They circle the field to flank you and shred you, while the rest keep you pinned. Nearly lost a pilot. Their frame got opened like a can. Barely salvageable. Had to take a ride with one of the others. Pretty sure they didn’t need a bathroom break, after that. Then we got told these were just the small-fry. Apparently, the Tsi-Hu have different stages to this shape-shifting of theirs. And that wasn’t even the first. They call it Category 0. And they’ve classified 5.
So, welcome to EM-8ER!
Occupation: Reaper
Omniframe model: Sly Dancer
Current Location: EM-8ER
Log #2 – Day 1
Day’s over. And what a day it was. Aside from some quick snacking, there weren’t any breaks. ANY breaks. Some of us got to call down our Thumpers just demonstrate the process. Apparently, the locals didn’t care it was nothing more than that. Never seen so many fangs and claws, all at once. Even the insects are on the large side. And if you don’t get the small ones, fast, they can ruin your day as badly as their bigger cousins. Also, since this is meant to be educational, you might wanna avoid stepping on the ones that are bloated. And if you don’t shoot then from afar they’ll go kamikaze on you. Every one of them is potentially a walking, crawling pool of acid you really don’t want, even on the legs of your frame, never mind your own. Another Reaper had one jump on their face. Or it would have if it weren’t for the barrier around our cockpits. Nearly burned through that, as well. To say it keeps you on your toes, is an understatement. As if the wildlife weren’t enough, it didn’t take long until we got the attention of the real threat, the Tsi-Hu.
The place doesn’t disappoint. If all the critters don’t keep you on your toes, these things will. They have a pretty interesting take on domestication. They don’t tame beasts. They turn into them. One second, you’re in a shootout with a few of them. Good old-fashioned pop goes to the weasel’s head, if it sticks it out for too long. Except, half the weasels turn into beasts. And they aren’t as mindless as they look, either. They circle the field to flank you and shred you, while the rest keep you pinned. Nearly lost a pilot. Their frame got opened like a can. Barely salvageable. Had to take a ride with one of the others. Pretty sure they didn’t need a bathroom break, after that. Then we got told these were just the small-fry. Apparently, the Tsi-Hu have different stages to this shape-shifting of theirs. And that wasn’t even the first. They call it Category 0. And they’ve classified 5.
So, welcome to EM-8ER!
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