Private Files : Alec Wylde

[Dave Synk]

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Log Entry 7: 825, 1st April

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Author: Alec Wylde

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I made a long break from updating my log. I felt really discouraged to continue my pursuit and resume my duties. I couldn’t catch sleep for a couple of days after the encounter in Foster. It haunted me. I barely managed to shook it off. I resumed my duties ever since and I’ve monitored my family over at L.A. The situation is dire there, I have to do something to push them out of there. I’ve encountered again some more people that insisted on the idea of Liberty being dirty and doing some strange things.

Lately I’ve been told that Harmony is being infected by the Nomads. They used to “sell” me the idealism of freedom and truth about what Liberty truly hides. The problem is.. what Admiral Knight told me on our first encounter was… right. There is something sinister going right now with Liberty. It’s been for a long time I guess, and I’ve seen it on Foster. What is more strange that after Knight and her group wanted to make more noise and expose Liberty of its inner corruption, they got… infected.

I wouldn’t believe it but I know good men and women in the Navy and 5th who came from the battlefield with some serious inflicted damage on their vessels, carried out by some unknown type of weaponry. The experts said those are Nomad adapted technologies. More to it later. I’ll go through my description of what happened when I docked at Foster. Here we go…

*a pause of 30 seconds occurs*

So I docked. The autonomous system was active ever since they left the base, well those that managed to. The scenery was very dark, with pockets of light here and there coming from either some rudimentary artificial sources or from the star of Cassini. My weapon was set on the highest setting of effectiveness. I expected the worse and I was on the right line of thought with that.

It was almost quiet, but that strange type of quiet, followed by the sound of rusted metal. I’ve only heard my breaths inside the helmet. I was extremely tense given what I saw and heard prior to entry. As I left the docking area, I followed up a long corridor that had several lateral doors. Most of them were sealed, but almost each single one of them had an exterior curvature, like something pushed the doors from inside.

When I entered the said corridor, the defense turrets were reconfigured inwards. They tried to keep something in and that was extremely chilling. I barely kept control of myself. I had the chance to return to the ship and just leave the hell out of there, but I carried on. I bet the military bravado took the best of me.

There was this door that had a small fissure and could be seen inside, as some flickering lights persisted in the chamber. I peeked into that. Everything was ravaged, blood marks were over the walls and a massive exploded container was present there. And then something happened, for a second I could’ve sworn there was a figure near the container gazing right next to me. I noticed the line of the face and the glancing of it’s eyes. My spine almost froze. I quickly jumped from the door and asked in an impervious tone if someone was there and to come out. I identified myself as I stood with my gun straight to the door. I wanted to watch in the sideways but I couldn’t, thinking that whatever was in there knows all I am doing.

I managed to take the courage I needed and I blasted the door and stormed inside the chamber, only to find a very disturbing body that was… fused almost inside the wall near the container. Strange symbols were around him made with the victim's own blood. It was … unimaginable. The computers and all other technical devices were offline in that station. I had to go further to find the needed databanks.

A sudden scream was heard, similar to the one I’ve heard in the coms, but it came from further into the station. I took my combat stance and moved further in. The same thing in the next wing: deserted, chaotic and bloody. It looked like there was a massive fight in here that ended up pretty badly. I tried to consider the screams something not entirely real, so I won’t be baited into some traps. I tried to keep my plan straight and clear. Then a sign pointed me to the R&D command. That was the key.

Reaching the entry hallway of the R&D Command center, I passed through a wide corridor filled with these strange tanks that were broken. Blood everywhere, but strangely, no bodies. I was very cautious. The screaming came directly from the next chamber. I stormed into it with my gun ready to fire as I’ve seen decomposed bodies being hanged from the wall by some sort of tissue. It was a mix between some artificial things and organic material. The putrid smell was everywhere, but I was lucky that my helmet had extensive toxic filters. Again, the screaming stopped, there was a dead silence. That was almost everywhere I stepped. I could’ve hear from time to time some strange movement going on around 100 meters from me. Nothing was there. Every single time. Nothing.

That’s why I had reasons that I was watched by someone.. or rather.. something..

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Log Ended

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Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
- Sovereign