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Media => Other Tremulous Media => Topic started by: Seffylight on August 14, 2006, 01:23:36 am
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Entry 1
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Start Log:
August 7th, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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It occurs to me now, as the situation here on Noctus escalates, that I should start keeping a record of my experiences. I've requested that this datapad be delivered to my wife if something happens to me, though the thought has me terrified. I guess this is the closest I'll probably get to writing that great novel, eh baby? Let's hope -- unlike the wives of the bodies that they hauled back on board today -- that you'll never have to read these words that I'm dictating to my pad.
We lost another seventy today down below the surface, in Trinium Mine Alpha-5 this time. The commander has already put in the request for an additional battalion, which we will doubtlessly need if we are to have any hope of taking Noctus Prime back under control and purging it -- especially seeing as how we only have roughly seven companies left here in orbit, all of us from separate battalions. I suppose I can just count myself lucky that our squad has been doing surface work and oxygen platform patrols so far. I don't look forward to coming face to face with the enemy, not after hearing the stories of the ones that make it back, covered in blood, carting the seriously poisoned squad members to the sickbay.
Yeah, that means that I still haven't made personal contact with those damn bugs yet, and I hope this infestation gets purged before it's our turn to do miner protection duty. I don't think the simulations they ran us through back at home prepared any of us for this. Private Shooter, the small guy from the other squad in our platoon, was the only member of his squad besides the squad leader to come back from a routine surface patrol yesterday, and what he told us had Jones and I up all night talking about it. Poison, temporary paralyzation, deadly projectiles, and even the ability to biologically generate electricity? We just weren't prepared for this.
They sent Shooter home this morning on a small frigate with some other guys. Jones and I were joking about pretending to be fucked in the head to try to get out of our contract and get sent home, like Shooter did, and the Captain chewed our asses out over it. Looking at Cap in that moment, I finally realized how old the man is. Did he look 50 just last year in training camp?
I guess we're more stressed for that extra battalion than Jones, Charlie, and I thought.
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End Log
August 7, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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Great work :) Cant wait to read the next chapter :D
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Reminds me of the files you find in Resident Evil 2.
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Excellent!
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beautiful seffy! Go on tjw's more cutie :P
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Entry Two
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Start Log
August 12th, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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My worst fears are realized. We got a message tonight from Cap that we would be joining up with an experienced squad to form a new troop out of necessity, and we would be doing our first miner protection duty tomorrow -- an all day shift. Haos Redro must really want to keep the Trinium mines on Noctus under control. Fucking corporations, always out to get more power at any cost. Sitting back in their posh offices, chuckling over the latest finance reports, while we're out here getting eaten like animals to keep their cred-sticks full.
The guys and I sat around all day -- as all troops do on the off-day they get before a miner protection shift -- and had that same old conversation about why we joined up with this PMC (private military company). Charlie always fancied himself a commando, as his dad was a lifetime soldier in the Greater Martian Army during the struggle for Titan back in the mid 3900's; for Jones it was a matter of galactic court martial or changing his identity and disappearing into the mercenary world, and he made the obvious choice; Tommy and Cho joined up for the creds and fame; and the rest of us were just looking for something to provide well enough until we can finally do what we really want with our lives. I wanted to be a writer, and always have, but there's not much call for the written word anymore.
To think, I'm now cradling this rifle on a daily basis, facing my own possible death every single time I leave this ship, simply because the mainstream galaxy doesn't harbor a taste for anything but holo-vids. Somehow, I think that's the many corporations' fault as well -- but maybe I'm just overly cynical.
As we were waxing philosophic about the skirmishes we'd been in before the bug situation arose late last year, a representative from the squad we'd be joining came into our quarters. We all knew him as The Sarge, even though he wasn't a sergeant. I know you're already envisioning the type of man he is, and you're likely right: mid 30's, faded buzz cut hair, craggy features, various scars. Your quintessential marine. Sarge had seen, and slaughtered, his fair share of buggy bastards, all the way from the small breakout on Mars to the much talked-about siege at Karith. This man had seen it all.
Sarge regaled us for hours with tales of the field work he'd done, and even offered some advice about things that, in his own words, "the simulations completely bullshitted over" -- whatever that means. The mere presence of an experienced soldier who'd taken more bugs than we'd shot bullets raised all of our morales. I suspect we're going to need that morale boost, even more than Haos Redro needs the Trinium deposits on Noctus Prime. That is, if Haos Redro even truly needs these shipments that much at all.
Fucking corporations.
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End Log
August 12, 4026
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Thanks for the feedback, folks. More entries will be coming when I get around to writing them. Of course, none of this is canon as far as any possible official Tremulous storyline goes, it's simply the work of a Trem fan that fancies himself a writer. :D
I was playing on TJW's earlier, Smokey. You missed me. :P
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Yay!
Good work.
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Very cool. I like the references to the current maps (Mars outbreak = M.E.E.P.?). It meshes well with the official story (http://tremulous.net/index.php?section=about). :D
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;)
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great !
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awsome. Go on now?
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Thought I'd let you know that I have another entry ready, and will post it as soon as I have one more written up. I like to keep one step ahead of myself, and will be aiming at posting an entry every other day.
Cheers. ;)
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*bump*
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Ick. Thanks for the bump, David. I've been too busy with classes and work lately to write in my free time (as an English major I already do enough writing, don't you think? :roll:). I'll post the next entry after my first class tomorrow morning, as I'm about to slip into bed.
Edit: Ick. Sorry, folks. Looks like I'll have to post tomorrow, as I had to visit a family member who had gotten surgery today.
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Mercenary, eh?
Maybe you should go look at mercenariesguild.net, mr. typy-pants (no offence meant, way to type, dude).
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*hackcoughchokewheezewheresmylatestficyoubastich* :P
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*hackcoughchokewheezewheresmylatestficyoubastich* :P
.. don't go dying before he gets around to it!.. I imagine it will be done
"SOON"... just like a certain site.. maybe it will be on there!
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*bump*
Keep bumping this to keep it on the front page 8)
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*bump*
Keep bumping this to keep it on the front page 8)
And somebody is bound to take over the thread, effectively stepping on it, after the bumping killed it.
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Step on it? Oh noes!
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Good stuff, keep it up :D. Would be awesome if someone hosted this on say a tremulous fansite? ;) *hint*
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Would be awesome if someone hosted this on say a tremulous fansite? ;) *hint*
I already promised Seffy to plug a new subsection to features on tremulous.info.... Being the lazy bastard I am it is not done yet... ;)
Danny
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Entry Three
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Start Log
August 13th, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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Jones is dead. Charlie is dead. Cho, Tommy, and all the rest. I watched them get slaughtered right in front of my eyes. Only Sarge and I made it out alive. All my teammates, gone. I wish nothing more than to be back in your arms again.
I hate this job.
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Pause Log
August 13, 4026
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Resume Log
August 14th, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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The images are still fresh in my mind, though it was nearly 24 hours ago that it all happened; but I'm not going to get into that yet. Having to spend a few hours with a head doctor today made sure that I was completely exhausted of all will to even think about the incident, nonetheless try to put it into words. Maybe that's why they make us go to a shrink when one of our squad mates gets eaten, to make us talk it out so much that we can't even force ourselves to think about it. At least the psychiatrists are profitting off this war, because I'd hate to think that the corporation fat-cats are the only ones.
Still, something needs to be put down now to preface the story that I'll be sure to dictate later. We were getting sent down to mine Phi-Nine, along with the rest of our new troop (which Sarge so nonchalantly decided would be the Green Hawks -- a name much more to my liking than the Iron Wall squad I came from). It was to be a routine miner protection duty, and Phi-Nine wasn't even anywhere near the area that the bug infections were supposed to be highest. We were wrong, oh so wrong.
The bugs were there, alright. They came in swarms and swarms, relentless, unforgiving, vicious. The miners went down first, followed by all of us, one by one. I must've killed dozens of little bugs with my las-gun, and Sarge was single handedly taking down the bigger ones with his chain gun, and drawing his sidearm to take out the little ones so he wouldn't waste a single bullet. The eeriest thing of it all was that this battle-hardened marine never uttered a single word. While I screamed and fired violently, Sarge simply kicked a dead monster to the side and continued on his rampage.
I owe my life to the man.
Though I was bewildered at first exiting onto the transport ship to escape, the rough warrior beside me didn't even remotely seem nonplussed. As long as I'll live, I don't think I'll be able to forget the awkward, yet warm, smile that split his face for a brief second as he slapped me on my back in between my sobs, then offered me a cigg.
"You did good out there, Falcon. Welcome to my Green Hawks."
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End Log
August 14, 4026
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YES! *CHEER*S
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The only problem is... maybe i'm just a hardened vet and used to it or something... but the aliens do not scare me... they aren't scary.. dretches up close are not very scary.. marauders are a bit creepy.. basilisks are a bit... tyrants are only creepy because of their size.. but they are blue!.. and grangers... ..they are scary as hell..... I dunno.. give me a gun and put me in space in real life and I might have a different opinion..
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The only problem is... maybe i'm just a hardened vet and used to it or something... but the aliens do not scare me... they aren't scary.. dretches up close are not very scary.. marauders are a bit creepy.. basilisks are a bit... tyrants are only creepy because of their size.. but they are blue!.. and grangers... ..they are scary as hell..... I dunno.. give me a gun and put me in space in real life and I might have a different opinion..
Perhaps if they were real :wink: :P
Dretches can scare me...but I have head-crabphobia so its to be expected
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Awww, you need this!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/lazyboy_182/headcrab_plush.jpg)
ISN'T IT CUTE?!?!?!? :P
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Awww, you need this!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/lazyboy_182/headcrab_plush.jpg)
ISN'T IT CUTE?!?!?!? :P
i was going to get one of them, but thay sold out :(
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What really? Damn!
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Once again, that's awesome Seffylight ! I m just out of word to tell you how much i love it :D
The only problem is... maybe i'm just a hardened vet and used to it or something... but the aliens do not scare me... they aren't scary.. dretches up close are not very scary.. marauders are a bit creepy.. basilisks are a bit... tyrants are only creepy because of their size.. but they are blue!.. and grangers... ..they are scary as hell..... I dunno.. give me a gun and put me in space in real life and I might have a different opinion..
First, we have been on countless missions (=games).
Second, IRL, there is no brightness option to help you distinguish the bug from the surroundings shadows ;p
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Great stuff ^_^, I can't wait to read more
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awesome! very nice.
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In which Falcon muses retrospectively, and Sarge makes a pretty scarf.
Entry Four
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August 17th, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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It's the days like these -- the slow, dragging, boring rests in-between duties that you spend just staring out porthole by your bunk -- that I miss my old life the most. Looking retrospectively on those days when we'd just lay together in bed all day, letting the world flow by around us, I finally realize how good we had it. Back before the economy crashed, before the war, before the fallout -- before the corporations. I long for those simple days again. I long for the peaceful, quiet, perfect days that I'd work on my novel.
Spending my youth along the beach side, sitting on the warm sand as the foamy waves came crashing in, watching the gulls soar between the speeders that streaked through the sky, and the brilliantly fiery sunsets had filled me with the inspiration and ambition to be a writer before I'd even hit puberty. Coincidentally, it was that very same beach line that I discovered my only other reason for living: you. That's all over now, though, since the corporations like Haos arose out of the war. There wasn't any room for writers anymore with the proliferation of fighting throughout the galaxy, so I picked up a gun and joined the PMC.
Speaking of the PMC, they're bringing in that extra battalion tomorrow. Loads of kids, fresh out of the pathetic training they give them. Sarge and I are supposed to get eight of them that are going to be serving under us, with me as his right-hand. Apparently one time in an actual battle is enough to warrant more responsibility in his eyes -- even said that I'd be ready for a promotion some day before this was all over. I'm surprised that he actually talks to me like a person.
I had an interesting conversation with Sarge today. Since he is currently my only bunk-mate in the quarters for the Green Hawks until other privates are put under our command, we spend a lot of time laying around and talking about various things. Sports, weaponry, the latest speeders, holovids we've seen lately -- anything to keep from talking about ourselves. However, he saw me messing around with my datapad, and asked me what I was doing. When I told him that I was working on a novel, he seemed a little surprised. Guess he didn't see me as the writer-type. He only had one thing to say in response.
"That so? Yeah, yeah.. I can understand that... I like to knit."
I guess it's like Jones always said: "Everyone's human".
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August 17, 4026
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Brilliant/10
Nice work. :D
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More.Seriously if they ever decide to make a sp campaign for Trem you should be the storyboard leader.
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Almost two years? Geez.
Entry Five
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August 19th, 4026
Above Noctus Prime
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These kids are so damn green that it nearly makes me sick. It seems like the PMC has shortened the training process significantly in response to a demand for more troops. From what the new recruits told Sarge and I, it's now just a two week PT boot camp followed by a week of stimulant-fueled runs through the A.T.C.S. Some of these guys haven't even so much have shot a gun in their lives, and they're still so high off of the stimulants that they haven't yet realized that those simulations might as well be a computer game.
Look at me. It's not even been a week yet since my first combat encounter, and yet here I am trying to sound like the Captain. You wouldn't believe the dressing-down he gave a bunch of booters that he caught messing around with the lasguns. They'll be cleaning the cans by hand for the unforeseeable future. Fortunately for Sarge and I, none of them were assigned to the Green Hawks, and I doubt the older man would put up with them for long if they had been.
I suppose, looking over all the new recruits, we got lucky in who we got stuck with. By the end of the day, only a couple out of the eight (two eighteen-year old clone twins named O'Connor) were still strung out on the stim injections they had been subjected to before deployment. They've both come down now after a reluctant night's sleep, though, and they seem to be mostly alright. Sarge still thought it'd be best if they spent the day in sickbay, and I couldn't disagree.
The rest came through fine, though some are a little shaky about their first Oxygen Platform patrol. Not a one of them are over twenty years old, and only one of them – a rough-looking kid from the Martian ranching colonies that Sarge has nicknamed Dovetail – is especially familiar with the weaponry. Sarge said he's putting him on point for the patrols tomorrow, and the kid was the only one that didn't flinch. He reminds me a little of Jones. Maybe he'll be luckier.
The long summer here is almost over, and an even longer winter is on it's way.
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End Log
August 19, 4026
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Wow. I'm amazed you remembered, considering how long it's been.
This was before I joined, that's amazing.
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awesome! It's history kids! :)
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Wow. I'm amazed you remembered, considering how long it's been.
This was before I joined, that's amazing.
You're such a silly billy.
I'm going to be trying to do one of these every Sunday from now on. Which is much different than the "every other day" thing I promised two years ago, and then immediately failed to keep up with.
And now you can watch as I fail to keep up with this schedule too!
EDIT: except for november, when I'll be doing nano, and so won't have any time to write anything at all.
EDIT DOS: oh god why am I such a liar
I'm probably going to bin this because I'm really tired of it and I no longer write like I did when I started it, also it's pretty crap compared to some of the other stuff in this subforum now so I am really embarassed about it and oh god it tears me up inside to be knocked down the ladder like this I used to be the only guy writing about Tremulous I hope you all die.
I imagine I'll have something a bit more decent done and up by the end of the year if I can STOP PROCRASTINATING.
peace out, homiez :granger:
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Nice work Seffylight, I love the thought you put into these "logs" of yours, quality work. Keep up the great job, I'm looking out for these stories.
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You cannot quit.
We demand more NAOW.
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You cannot quit.
TOO LATE. Player1 has the journal entry market on the lockdown now*, so I will be doing something a bit different sometime around Christmas/SOON.
*this is not the actual reason, I'm really just getting nowhere when I try to write more of this stuff
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*not the actual reason
I like the sarcastic stuff where the real you shows through. That stuff makes me laugh and cry. This is the thread that inspired mine*. Please don't let it die, even if you come back to it years from now, as a rough-and-ready veteran scanning the log entries of your first few battles. 8)
Cheers!
*I took the easy way out and used the Lovecraft correspondence framing device, complete with unreliable narrator(s) and conflicting reports. But then, the whole "nature of truth" thing has been quite a theme for me since I got knee-deep in R. A. Wilson.
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Wow. I'm amazed you remembered, considering how long it's been.
This was before I joined, that's amazing.
You're such a silly billy.
I'm going to be trying to do one of these every Sunday from now on. Which is much different than the "every other day" thing I promised two years ago, and then immediately failed to keep up with.
And now you can watch as I fail to keep up with this schedule too!
EDIT: except for november, when I'll be doing nano, and so won't have any time to write anything at all.
EDIT DOS: oh god why am I such a liar
I'm probably going to bin this because I'm really tired of it and I no longer write like I did when I started it, also it's pretty crap compared to some of the other stuff in this subforum now so I am really embarassed about it and oh god it tears me up inside to be knocked down the ladder like this I used to be the only guy writing about Tremulous I hope you all die.
I imagine I'll have something a bit more decent done and up by the end of the year if I can STOP PROCRASTINATING.
peace out, homiez :granger:
Procrastination Power, AWAY