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recentreview:06-09-5861
reviewer:Console Control:Orpheus Intero
05-03-4606:Well, my form was accepted and I was transferred to this nice little backwater. Maybe I'll get a few years of rest before someone blasts my door off it's hinges again:endlog:useroffline
05-12-4606:Been here a few days, got to talking with a few regulars. Apparently there's a special operation going to be set up over the course of this next year. Nobody seems to know what they're after, but hell if I care. Already in to much heat as it is:endlog:useroffline
06-06-4606:Work teams have been hauling equipment down for weeks, now. I don't know who's funding this operation, but they have one serious budget. There's at least 400 crewmen with them. Don't know what they're after either, there's only low-grade ore on Thraxis, far as our scopes can tell. The work crews aren't the only new ones in. They brought a whole damn company of 200 mercs from the Rim Wars. Whatever's down there is worth a hell of a lot to someone. And, no, I still couldn't give a damn:endlog:useroffline
07-05-4606:Well, about three-fourths of the crewmen left, and the mercs ordered all nonessential personnel to leave the area of operations and hour ago. So I guess thats it for this job, hell, I don't got any plans anywhere else. Shit, this was the only backlogged position I could find in the last decade. The hell am I...(newuserdetected:removepatterns(yes/no)"You Intero? Baracus Intero?" Yea, the hell do you want? "Your presence is requested in Command." Why... *click* "Your presence is requested in Command" Who the fuck are you people! Shit! No need for that! I'm going, I'm going!:endlog:useroutofrange
12-14-4606:Shit, it's about time I got this back. All my logs are still on here. Cool, so they didn't fuck with my stuff. Oh shit, it's recording...fuckfuck:endlog:useroffline
01-01-4607:Oh my fucking God. Can't believe I'm doing this, can't believe I'm doing this. So shits been going on this past month. I still don't know what the hell these people want. But I've seen the logs. No ones left the facility, but I haven't seen any of them. I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don:endlog:useroffline
02-03-4607:They've been drilling at something down there for a month now. I can't sleep, I don't know what they want from me. The day they brought me down here, I heard...voices. Not human, not any alien I've heard of. It does not belong in this universe. As we went further and further, my mind got foggier and foggier. I was being led to something down there. Something horrible. A red and gold door? Was that it? I can't remember. Not sure if I want to:endlog:useroffline
03-12-4607:I can't sleep. This is now more a comfort than a burden. Every time I close my eyes, I see them. The things moving down there, behind that door...if there's a hell in this life, we found the gates:endlog:useroffline
04-16-4607:The drilling has stopped. The constant rumble of the caves has stopped. It was almost beginning to feel normal. AGGGH MY HEAD! IT HURTS! STOP STOP! Shutupshutupshutupshutupshu *thnk*:endlog:useroffline
04-17-4607:*sobbing*stop...please stop...oh my God no no nonono. "Get up." Who..? "Get up." Urrk whats wrong with me? "Move." Please... "Move." *shuffling of feet* Where are we going?....Please, tell me...no. No, not down there. PLEASE I'm begging you PLEASE no. The voices, they're killing me. You can't bring me...*thnk*"Shut up."..."Master, I have brought the one you asked for. I have done as..." *Crck* What the fu...blood. What the fuck did you do to him. No, oh god no don't kill me don't kill me... "Why would I kill a useful pawn in my little game?" Game? What..? "Yes I have use for you yet, little Orpheus." How...how do you know my name? What are:endlog:useroffline
05-03-4607:I know my purpose. I am but a tool for the true deciders:endlog:useroffline

The three colonists, friends since primary school, crawled heavily out of their pods. Two of them started laughing maniacally. One, a young man with a brown mop of hair, however, lay back and looked into the sky. What greeted him was the sight of their transport ship, the Golden Opportunity, tilting downwards like a drunken man. As he watched, the ship began to shred apart as it began to enter the atmosphere. The survivor knew immediately that they needed to find shelter, and quickly. He rushed over to pull his friends fully from the wreckage of their pods. Desperately searching the surface of this unknown world for anything to take refuge, the young man saw a deep cave opening on the surface. He ran towards it, pulling his uncomprehending friends along.
To say they had barely made it was quite the understatement. The ship crashed down seconds after they reached the mouth of the cave. They ran as far into the cave as they could, running from the heat and flames evoked by the ship's entry into the atmosphere. They hid in the cave for many long minutes, cautious to leave.
The youngest, Chri, then decided that they might as well see what was left. Despite the protests of her companions, she headed into the glow at the mouth of the cave. The remaining two friends had no choice but to follow.
Emerging onto the surface was akin to entering through the gates of hell. Massive gouts of flame spread along everything near the main body of the ship, which was lying there like some great, rotting beast, nothing of it's previous glory left over. The eldest of the three, the scholar, Jerik, more determined than the others suggested that they should look for other surviving passengers. The other two looked bleakly at the landscape, wondering who could have possibly survived this. But they had, and so could others. As the three colonists set out, searching for other survivors from the demolished transport ship, the flames around grew higher and higher.
As they frantically sought to extinguish the flames, Ian, the farm hand, saw the silhouette of a woman in the middle of a pile of shrapnel, surrounded by the greedy fire. Immediately, he dove through the flames, his comrades screaming at him to stop. He hefted the woman up, catching the distinct smell of rot, and made a desperate run for a nearby cave, untouched by the destruction all around. As he laid the woman on the cool floor, he realized he had no idea where the others were. He searched desperately for some trace of them, and attempted to hold the flames at bay.
Just as he had all but given up on finding any trace of his missing comrades he felt heavy drops splash on his ragged brown hair. As he looked up a heavy rain began to pour down, extinguishing much of the inferno. He saw, then, the wretched fate of his fellow survivors, or, at least, part of it. He could only glimpse the red boiling skin of a hand, the charred ruin of a throat buried beneath a collapsed ship beam before turning in shock and horror. Ian sunk low to the ground, to stunned to comprehend it all for a minute.
Finally, the grief shoved its way through the haze. He knelt there, clutching his abdomen as enormous, gulping sobs erupted from him.He looked up at the sky, with the rain clouds blotting out every inch of light. He swore at all the wrongs God had done to him, knowing the rain had been mere minutes, if not seconds too late to save his only real friends. In an attempt to bolster his resolve, he set out to find someone, something, anything but the sight of this scorched flesh.
As he walked on, Ian saw many of the consequences of the destruction wreaked by the previously glorious, now dead starship: piles of dying passengers crushed by the falling shrapnel, ashes where there was once a whole wealth of food stored, sections of the ship smashed deep into the earth, the squelching of the rain and blood drenching ground. As he went onwards, he heard the pain-filled shouting of the wounded.
He rushed to the source of the sound, and saw the wretches lying on the ground. He saw a young man with his legs sheared off, a woman cradling the severed head and body of a child who could have been no older than 10, and an ancient looking man holding the spurting stump of his arm.
The old man ceased his shouting and attempted to growl, "'You da medic?" Ian, still choking on smoke and grief, could only shake his head. "Well den, Intcha gonna git us to da medic?"
Ian was suddenly shaken from his horror by the creak and groan of the destroyed passenger section above. Immediately revitalized, he asked the old man, "Can you get the woman?" a nod, "Good, I'll get the other. We have to get out of here." Another nod and then the old man stood up and pulled the woman, who was reluctant to leave the corpse of her child. Ian also grabbed the man with stumped legs. As they struggled through the wreckage, new burdens pulled with them, the ship piece cracked down the center, spilling down dozens of crypto-sleep sarcophagi. Dodging one, Ian decided best to return for any more survivors later, and hurried out from under the looming threat of the breaking section.
Only then did he realize that the old man was still struggling with the woman, who was now clawing at him, trying to reach the body of the child. He saw that one sarcophagi was leaning precariously down, about to drop directly on them. Ian moved immediately to help, grabbing the woman's other hand, and together they pulled her safely away. Just in time, as the sarcophagi smashed down, throwing them all forward.
As they stumbled to their feet, they all looked back at the crevice they had just left. Ian then remembered the cave, where he'd left the woman's corpse, and told the old man to keep a hold on the woman, and to follow. Then, he hoisted the man with no legs, and set off towards the sanctuary he had found.
As they reached the entrance to the cave, the man in Ian's arms spoke for the first time, broken voice and smoke charred throat voicing the question they all had, "So, what are we going to do now?"

filename:Civilian Expectations1
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fileorigin:HU870:Inuyai:Desertworld
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editor:IN938:Phaedru Intero:Planetary Regulations Enforcer

Welcome, civilian, to the colony of Ythiros, on the planet Inuyai. My name is Phaedru Intero. This form lists the expectations and restrictions of the majority of the population of Ythiros. Should you wish to become part of our colony, you must meet all requirements. You must also abide by every law instituted by this colony. Read and understand this material. Thank you.

Colonist Expectations:
Colonist will serve one full week of 8 hr work periods per day
Colonist will provide at least one serviceable skill to colony
Colonist will fight in a militia unit should the Guardian's numbers need bolstering
Colonist will complete assigned projects by deadline (if incapable to do so, colonist can fill a form explaining failure to comply)
Colonist will follow the word of the highest ranking military officer in the event of a crises
Colonist will not have any contagious diseases prior to entering the colony

Colonist Privileges:
Colonists receive 50 resource points (RP) per week of service
Colonists may enjoy all unrestricted areas (listed below) of colony with identification
Colonists may use any spare time for any unrestricted activities (listed below)
Colonists may spend RP on all items with proper documentation of transaction
Colonists may view all archived documents (found in the colony library
Colonists may suspend the decisions of any governing official deemed as corrupt by majority of population

Restricted Areas:
Executive Suites
All Government buildings
Guardian Fortification
Experimental Studies Research Center
Quarantine Ward
Scheduled private events

General Restrictions:
No civilian may be beyond the perimeter wall during crises
No civilian may own a firearm without proper authorization
No civilian may cause harm to another civilian, physically or psychologically
No civilian may interact with another civilian should they have any major ailment, other than the colony's medical staff
No civilian may cause any amount of destruction to property unless authorized

General Punishments:
Should a civilian be found guilty of any of these crimes they shall first lose their privileges.
Should another infraction occur, said civilian shall be placed under house arrest for one service week.
Should a third infringement occur, said civilian will be sentenced to a week in the colony prison.
Should a fourth infraction occur, said civilian will be punished with 10 lashes from electrowhip.
Should a fifth infraction occur, said civilian will be punished with 25 lashes from electrowhip and a month under house arrest.
Should any further infractions occur, said civilian will be evicted from the colony.

Major Restrictions:
Should any civilian trespass within the limits of the Executive Suites or the Guardian Fortifications without proper documents, they will be immediately evicted from the colony.
Should any colonist be found dealing with any enemy of Ythirios, they will be evicted from the colony.
Should any civilian be found guilty of murdering another, they will be sentenced to a life in prison without parole or the death sentence.

Thank you, civilian, for reading through the procedures and requirements for all colonists. I truly hope that you are certified to enter the colony. Welcome to Ythirios.

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12-07-5712:recording:Name:Phaedru Intero. Position:Colony Preparer. Just got off the Orion. This planet's a real shithole, no light, little wind, and it tastes like rot. But that's not what bothers me about it. Can't really tell ya 'bout it, it's just a tug at the back of my mind. I wonder if anyone else has this feeling to. Don't really want to ask. Honestly, that would just sound insane.

12-10-5712:recording:Things are gettin' better here. It isn't great, but least we have food and light. These things, the crotalids, they scare the shit outta me to be honest. They look kinda like those old Terran things, whatcha call 'em? Oh, yea, komodo dragons. They just slither around on their gut, and jus' stare at ya with their lidless eyes. An' if ya try an' kill one they jus' start clawin' atcha. Worst part is that if ya do get clawed you get into this kinda happy, blurry feeling in your head. Ya die staggerin' around, laughing like a maniac. I need a new job.

12-15-5712:recording:Just got tha' itchin' feeling again. Dunno if I should tell someone. Anyway, the initial base is all set up. The miners an' builders were at it all week. Much better than those little huts we had before. Least now we got dry ground to walk on. Still gotta go an' hunt an' all. Fourtin hours of slogging through th' marsh. Didn' find a thing yesterday. Last time I saw a crotalid, they seemed ta be runnin' from somethin'.

12-24-5712:recording:Been here a coupla weeks. Not much changed 'cept that I'm helpin build now. Th' foreman said somethin about 'expansion' or whatever. Got one big project with some kind of power plant. It's taking forever. The itching's gettin worse. Sometimes can't even think straight. Still don't know if I should tell someone.

12-26-5712:recording:Rythel died out in the forest yesterday. When we found 'im, it had some of th' others puking. He had a coupla what seemed like horns stickin outta him. Worse he had bloated to the size of a floatin mine. When we found his corpse it was just floatin at the top of the water. Kinda looked like an oozin pufferfish. When we tried to get th' corpse out, we found it had somehow grown inta the ground. None of us knew what could have done this. Too bad he died before we finished the base.

12-29-5712:recording:There've been three more attacks just like with Rythel. Two were patrol guards, Lin and Erfet. The other was a miner out at the steel mine. Foreman won' say nothin' bout em though. The itch now frequently forces me to lose all focus and collapse. Surprised one gal by topplin right onto 'er. Told 'er an' the foreman it was heat exhaustion. Dunno if they believed me. Really dunno how long I can hide th' itch.

12-30-5712:recording:Foreman put me on night patrol today. We lost another patrol last night. I really don' wanna find what's out there, but I don' got much of a choice. Now I'm out here, lookin for somethin thats killed a half dozen people. The itch's gettin stronger, an' I still dunno what it means....What was that?...Deris? Wheredja go? C'mon, don' do this to me....Deris? What th------------

12-31-5712:recording:I know now. We should never have come here. This world of infinite darkness should never have been disturbed by the spark of man. It has come to be extinguished.
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Not quite a first-person narrative, but I like placing my persona into what I write. I hope you enjoy this writing.

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02-09-5698:transmission:internal;salvaged:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to colonies on planet Jyret: A new species has been reported. Species examination shows canis lupus origins. Shows numerous similarities to local fauna, locally named 'direwolf'. Fully grown male of base species (Age: 7 years) reaches 8' in length, 5' in height. The detained mutation has increased growth in the quadriceps and skeletal structure, presumably for upright movement and propulsion. Height of test creature currently 6' and 10' in length. Age approximately 3.5 years. Mutations have shown active hostility towards humans. Advising caution to all colonies:endtransmission

04-02-5698:transmission:internal;salvaged:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to all colonies on planet Jyret: Attacks on farms and towns in close proximity to major cities has increased. Unofficial hunting of these mutations has been allowed. New breed of disease has been discovered in survivors of attacked towns. Official medical examinations have been issued to severe cases of this disease. Known symptoms of disease include the expulsion of black green substance, constriction in chest cavity, massive amounts of stress around the eyes, and slackness of multiple muscles. Report spotted cases immediately:endtransmission

04-24-5698:transmission:internal;salvaged:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to all colonies on Jyret: massive movements of mutations have been reported. Attacks on border towns of major cities have increased in both number and strength. Calling for mass evacuation of entire population into the defenses of the major cities. The 'Fang Disease' has proved fatal, resulting in the death of over 769 colonists. Civilians will be examined for traces of the illness spreading from the attacked towns:endtransmission

05-02-5698:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to nearest military bases: The colony of Ithui is under attack by a species of mutations. Base species is local canis lupus, locally named direwolf. These creatures have developed upright, bipedal movement. A disease has spread through much of the population of Jyret. The disease, called 'Fang Disease', has a high fatality rate. We have no known cure. The cities are clean, but are accepting survivors from outer towns. Requesting immediate military aid to the planet OU798, locally called Jyret.:endtransmission

05-17-5698:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to nearest military bases: The situation reported at colony Ithui has spread across planet Jyret. Currently maintaining contact with colonies R'Turen and Yris. Communications have been lost with all other colonies. Final examination report of mutations shows enormous growth in the species quadriceps and skeletal structure allowing for upright, bipedal movement and increased propulsion. Requesting immediate backup:endtransmission

06-03-5698:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to nearest military bases: Communications with colonies R'Turen and Yris have been broken. Both colonies last report showed a population count of over 40,000. Command assumes the worst. Colony Ithui stands alone. Requesting immediate military response:endtransmission

06-13-5698:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to all channels: The main wall has been breached, the stationed forces have lost ground to the onslaught of these mutations. Continued mutation of detained creatures shows capacity of dextrous movement of frontal paws. Presently the assaulting mutts have adopted the use of handheld primal weapons. We have currently had 39 casualties, 17 fatalities, and the Fang Disease found in 72 people in the military report alone. These numbers will undoubtedly increase. Civilian report has yet to be documented. If anyone receives this message, send help:endtransmission

06-21-5698:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to all channels: Mutations have taken more than half of Ithui. 75% of the population has died by either the mutations or the Fang Disease. We are currently holding in the Shield. Provisions are low. For the love of all the gods, SOMEONE SEND HELP!:endtransmission

07-06-5698:starttransmission:Comms Officer Phaedru Intero to whoever's listening: The mutations swarmed the Shield two days ago. Everyone's dead. Why am I not dead? I feel something, something clawing at the back of my mind. Am I going insane? SOMEONE TELL ME... Is humanity dead? Why did no one come for us? Are we worthless to you bastards? JUST TELL ME...SOMETHING...ANYTHING!!!:endtransmission

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If anyone has a cool stories for processes in their colony, they are generally interesting. I decided to write my own below (obviously) and would like to see if any of you have great stories.


filename:axces_securityprep_10927
Send Date:01-01-5690 Editorcode:UJ169:Idurai:Role:Guard Commandant
Greetings recruit,
Should you have had any notions of life in the Guard on this warp-forsaken hellhole being easy, let me be the first to remind you what you are signing up for.
The colony of Axces has no love for any of the bastards currently residing on our planet. Therefore, we expect constant attacks. Though these attacks have grown more fearsome in recent months, the Guard will not allow for any disarray or disobedience in it's members.
Below are numerous requirements and information that is required to be ingrained and understood. Read everything, impress the facts into your mind.

Prior to enlistment, trainees must undergo three months of training under Chief Trainer Undas. At the end of the three months, a physical test will be administered to trainees. The course must be completed within 7 minutes of the signal. Should a trainee pass this portion of the entry test, they will be given a written test that addresses all the information below. Should a trainee complete this within a one percent error, they will be enlisted into the Guard.
In order to enlist in the Guard, any applicant is required to know and follow the following restrictions and report any infraction

Restrictions:
Guards may not endanger their comrades in any circumstance
Guards must maintain their own equipment
Guards must remain in given position unless ordered by superior officer
Guards must follow orders to completion unless ordered by superior officer
Guards must report to assigned duties immediately unless ordered by superior officer
Guards must take an oath to defend the populace of colony
Guards must not complain about superior officers or their decisions
Guards must return all equipment upon resignation from the Guard
Guards must never consort with any beyond the perimeter wall
Guards must not have any signs of treachery towards any within the walls

Punishments:
Should any Guard fail to accomplish their assigned task, swift punishment shall follow. The first infraction shall be met with 20 lashes administered via electrowhip. Should any further infractions occur, the offender will be delivered 50 lashes administered via electrowhip before the compound. Should another infraction of any nature occur, the offender will be administered fear serum by a colony medical professional. Should another offense occur, the offender will be publicly executed via death serum administered by a colony medical professional.

It is traditional that you will take an oath to defend the populace of Axces before Guard Commandant Idurai and the general population of Axces along with other recruits. Failure to appear will result in immediate expulsion from the colony.

Having read the rules and regulations required to be a Guard, I trust that, should you meet me, you will be prepared and ready to protect and serve the general populace of Axces.
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