The Return of the Logs

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After my Sly-Dancer pilot guy, I thought it might be neat to debut my female OC with her own logs and her own style.

Log: EM-8ER - 01

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: Foundation a.k.a. "The Hub"

Time: 27:21, Day 3,

Not the highest time-stamp. We got used to those with all the different orbits every new planet's got. 24 hours in a day is, like, so last century. Three centuries, actually. But, who keeps notes. Well...

The archivists (or "The Scribes") as we call them, wanted us to start logging stuff. Anything from combat experiences to whatever we want. The word "posterity" came up. So, you know, that's encouraging. Kinda pretentious. The word, I mean. Then again, the word "pretentious" is pretentious, too. Like "promiscuity." Promiscuity>progeny>posterity. See! I'm wicked smart with words. A few loveable lug-heads, here, could do with a love-tap to the head with a dictionary, but they're good guys.

Anywho, it hasn't even been a day and Gabby, from the "Gearheads", keeps bugging me about the new sensor suite on my frame's head. Said I can't just cut the thing off and that if I want to make it shorter, I'd have to leave it in the shop and wait for the engies to make a different casing for it. I look like a fricking unicorn. If that thing was sharp I could probably stab things with my head. I know a few folks who'd rhino it up, out there. Not me, though. So...I got up close and personal with a beasty on my second day and as I was 'valiantly' struggling for my life, pushing its ugly mug away from my head, it "accidentally" bit off my radar, before I kicked its teeth in. Silly thing. I got legs, too, you know. They gotta redesign the thing, 'now'! My precious is gonna get a makeover.

If you think that's reckless, I got a bunk-mate who's even crazier than I am! She 'really' likes to get up in the enemy's face with her double Ds. Two Disruptors, that is. Shotguns! Yep. Totally what, I meant, too. Oh, she's giving me a nasty look. I was saying all of this outloud, apparently. That got her attentttz

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Log: EM-8ER - 02
Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: Foundation a.k.a. "The Hub"

Time: 27:25, Day 3

If it says the session's restored, then why do I have to start a new one!? It's already been backed up and sent to the Scribes' server, along with the error report. Damn it. Why are we typing all this, anyway? An audio log would go smoother. Also, if I'd gotten interrupted like that, then it would've been just transcribed with a dash and three dots or something. "That got her attent-..." Like that. So, Janice, as she's called, got a little steamy and we just had a wrestle. She tapped out, before they could break it off. Aww. I was enjoying that. Wink. She's a sulky one. Wouldn't wanna be at the receiving end of her guns, though. That's, like, a frigging slug storm. She just keeps pumping out shots like mag-size and reloading aren't even a thing.

Heard some big rumbling noise. Did I just break the fourth wall or something? Crap! Gotta go!
Log: EM-8ER 03

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: Foundation a.k.a. "The Hub"

Time: 28:03, Day 3

Just got an incursion. A whole pack of the "natives" thought they'd get us in our sleep, apparently. Luckily, nobody got time for sleep. We got 32 damn hours in a day. And our biological clocks are already out of whack, anyway. So, instead of catching us with our pants down, they just made a mess of the shooting range, where they broke through. Guess what we got to target-practice on, then. Gave the twins an evening workout. As fun as that scuffle was, it showed us that even the bigger ones can be sneaky, when they want to be. One of the boys, who was up in the tower, said he saw one of them just, like, shimmer out of nowhere. Not with all the lightning and stuff they usually come out of, either.

Will keep the progeny posted. Or posting for posterity.
Log: EM-8ER 04

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: (Coordinates Do Not Respond to Any Known Location)

Time: 11:10, Day 4

Volunteered for a mission to get an F.O.B. up and running by the end of the day, a few clicks from The Hub. They already named it "Javelin". Like, if we'd throw one and wherever it lands, there'll be the new base. The atmo-formers (short for Atmospheric Terraformers, big words), are doing their thing, giving us more space and more air. Just skimming around our platoon, right now, with the auto-pilot on, so I can type. I'm sure Cassie will appreciate how diligent I am with my logging. She likes diligence. And I aim to please. Mh. Mh. Redheads.
Log: EM-8ER - 05

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: (Coordinates Do Not Respond to Any Known Location)

Time: 11:29, Day 4

Just got this:

Message received from Cassidy Hart - Chronicler Division
[Ves, you know I'm archiving these right? Who am I talking to. Of course you know. Pleasen stop writing while you're on the field!] - Cass
Only waited 20 minutes. That was fast! Had your coffee, yet, girl? Don't worry, I can multitask. I also got nimble fing

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Log: EM-8ER - 06

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: (Coordinates Do Not Respond to Any Known Location)

Time: 11:40, Day 4

Restored, my ass! Gotta start a new one, again. Just got ambushed. They're getting testy. We're almost to the coordinates the scouts gave. They had to high-tail it back to us, when we lost comms. So these things can go stealth and they can scramble our comms. Just great! Well, it wouldn't be fun, otherwise. Operator's saying they're messing with the ionsphere. Well, get both them and the ionsphere the hell off the air, then!

Now, the operator is giving me an earful. She's got a cute voice. Cassie sent her an informal complaint, apparently.

Well, I can ramble. And I can rumble! Mwahah!
Log: EM-8ER - 07

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: F.O.B. Javelin

Time: 24:42, Day 6

Today is a sad day. One of my babies got sludged by some giant acid-spitting lizard thing. Nearly ate through to the chamber. If it'd hit the plasma canister or chewed all the way to the loaded rounds in it, it would've cost my precious an arm. Couldn't even take it back to Refitting, yet. We have to guard the construction her. We pitch in to carry stuff with the worker-mechs to speed up the process. Meanwhile, the scouts have already mapped out another spot, another few clicks from here, for an outpost. Busy. Busy.
Log: EM-8ER - 08

Name: Vesper Raine

Model: Medium-Frame

Location: F.O.B. Javelin

Time: 31:58, Day 7

Two minutes to midnight and those bastard shifters decide to muscle in on our operation. Which wouldn't really have been much of a problem, except they brought a pet with them. Its collar said "Category-3." And it was thinking "That's a nice new base you got, here. It would be a shame if something walked all over it." We only had a few walls and roofs up, but still. Barely got back from The Hub when the fight was already going on. Got to put my twins to use with my new cryo and incendiary-rounds, at least. Plasma-rounds burn on contact, by default, but the incendiary upgrade makes it even better. I don't even understand how it's not burning through the casings. Some special material 'that' must be. But, it's not expensive. You'd think it is, but they're not being stingy with it.

I really wanna try some shock-rounds, but others say it doesn't do much against these Tsi-Hu. They're not exactly immune to it, but, they pretty much shrug it off. If you start a fight with one and you wanna electrocute them, you're gonna be there for a while. Saw one of the scouts use some electric bolts that slowed them down as it pulled them together, then, BOOM. All the lightning didn't do much to the shifters, but it did make it easier for the rest of us to pick them off. The explosion was a nice finish. Janice didn't like it very much. She and 'her' twins were about to get some face-time with them, again, but she ended up covered in guts and goo. The boys told me I'm a pretty 'straight' shooter. Pfff. Riiight.
Bonus points if people get some references. One particular line is a reference to one from a favorite movie of mine from the 70's.

So, I also figured they'd have longer days and whacked calendar.