Jack Steel Journal nr.2
new base

We had a party, it was great. Also Roxy's gang of fools drew a dick on James face, he got the last laugh tho.


Then we went to check out a possible new underground base, turned out to be an old research facility, still functioning with robots taking care of the place. You heard me, robots. Seems the scientists there got bored of doing their own cleaning.

Except for the robots there was no one there expect for a skeleton, according to our doc there where some microorganisms that ate people, their gone now tho.

So now we have a base with functioning water supply, engineering supplies, tools and sciency stuff.

The weather was cloudy.

Alisa Trusov log 2

Loud click

Hi, this is Alisa Trusov again, just got back after picking up the entire convoy! I got to dibs the security room so I'm digging myself in here with Misha. The room is nice and warm, shouldn't get any complains from the Queen. So yeah, bunch of monitors, excessive processing power. I can get used to this, reminds me of my old days.. Anyway, the day after the party we were sent here to investigate, so we did. Turns out there were some microrganisms that killed the previous owner but according to Victoria it should be all clear now! We worked out a small intern-network, had to go super old school but now we can chat whenever we feel like it, which is nice.

So now I'm working on some kind of new programming protocols for the robot that walk about, trying to make them do more complex tasks with a bit more of a learning capability of how to do things more efficiently and faster.. The main goal is of course to make them take orders from me directly with a code phrase so I can override them should a certain someone come after me… You are welcome by the way James, just give me a can of cat food and we will be even. 

Uncontrolled giggling follows

That reminds me! Someone drew a dick on James face! Covered his entire face, it was hilarious! He sadly did not see the humour in it so we scrubbed it off with nail polish removal, hopefully he won't go blind on one eye. Oh! Those vilsae also helped tinker with my gauntlets, now I can send out incredible bursts of intense cold, wicked, I know. I am also on the lookout for like.. A small micro generator? Micro transmuter..? I remember how it looks like, but the name fails me right now.

Other than that, not a whole lot to tell… I guess that's all for now?


Hang in there Alisa, you can make it through this.

A loud click.

Jack Steel Journal nr.1
New friends

This is Specialist Jack Steel speaking, specialized in sniping if your wondering. Ive been tasked with keeping this Journal of my thoughts and feelings regarding events of note.

I had been traveling with some hikers when we found the resistance, or more correctly they found us. Apparently they were no longer at the Airbase but had rather moved out in convoys to spread the Resistance and one of their scout teams found us.

I hadn't been at their current camp site for long before something astounding happened. Two clearly alien vessels approached our camp, and they where friendly. Apparently the aliens we've been fighting are called the Skutians, and this isn't the first planet they've attacked, and so they've made enemies. And as the old saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

There's three kinds of aliens now helping us. Ardanon's, The strong ones. Venorn's, the diplomatic leadery ones. Vilsae's, the smart ones.

They gave us these earpices that transelate languages, and told us of a prison camp that the Skutians had. After we verified the information we moved on the camp, defeating the alien's and freeing most of the prisoners. We also killed our fist real Skutian.

Apparently the ones we have been fighting is more akin to enslaved genmodifed creatures, the real problem are the true Skutians who control them.

And it seems we might have a chance at winning this war, as the Skutians presence on earth is apparently spread thin. Their main forces are fighting elsewhere.

As a final note, the weathers fine.

Alisa Trusov log 1
New beginnings

Loud click

I was told to speak into this… I am not sure what to say.

Awkward pause follows.

Hello, I am Alisa Trusov, shaper and sculp-

She is interrupted by a loud smashing sound.

No! Bad Misha! Bad kitty, I spent minutes on that thing! Urgh… You are lucky you are cute.

The sounds of someone cuddling up a cat along with a can being opened is heard.

Sorry about that.. Misha just broke my newest sculpture. I know they don't last forever, but it would be nice if I could enjoy looking at them for a few hours at the very least… But I suppose I am blessed that I can be bothered by this instead of those experiments the uhm.. 'Skutians' had with me. My head ached more than usual when the collar popped off during my resuce, a violent torrent of information forced itself into my mind… Met many other others psionics, but I will not speak their names for the sake of privacy and the like. One of them though speaks russian, just like me! I was super nervous at first, but she has a way with words. Hehehe… Hehe.. 

She enters a small giggling fit.

Sorry sorry… Heh.. I was remembered something funny. But yeah, to sum things up. I'm glad to be here amongst other hum-… I guess that's a lie, I don't feel very human afterall. As if my mind is restrained to just this 'vessel' for the lack of a better word for it.. I sometimes feel like a stranger in my own skin. I speculate it is because of the psionic capabilities combined with the implant. With any luck I'll get myself sorted out in no time and can be of more use around here! Not sure exactly what I can do, but I'll make myself useful! No debts left unpaid is after all a proud Trusov family motto.

A small pause.

I guess that's it for now. Thank you for- what am I saying? Goodbye me.

A loud click.

Victoria Ashford's Journal 5
Death in the Family

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This is the Journal of Lady Victoria Ashford. November eighteenth, two thousand and forty one.


Mister Parker is dead. So is Mister Bradford.. Well, we do not actually have confirmation on Mister Parker, but he is missing, and most likely dead. He is beyond our reach in any case.

There is not really much to say.


short pause


With the speed that we are losing people, we might drive ourselves extinct before the Aliens have a chance to wipe us out. In ages past, it was always men that was sent out to war. Not necessarily only because they were stronger physically, though that was certainly an important factor, but because it is much easier for a society to bounce back after losing as much as ninety percent of the male population. Were ninety percent of all females to die however, that tribe or nation were likely to go extinct quite quickly.


It might not be the most urgent priority at the moment, repopulation might be a serious concern at some point. As much as I hate to think about it, we would all have to do our duty.


A small sigh


On a slightly brighter note, We have learnt a lot about the Alien physiology. It seems they have been genetically modified, and their genes have been spliced by an amalgam of different species to improve their fighting abilities. I am very curious what we can learn from it and adapt to human use. Doctor Higgins and myself spend all available time, researching and doing tests on the subject. I have also been able to successfully implant one of the alien neurocybernetic devices into Sergeant Hawk, and there seems to be no unfortunate side effects. I am hopeful for the technological aspect of the future, if nothing else.


Elliot Hawk's Journal 6
Well.. Shit.

A loud click is heard, a exhausted sigh immediately follows.

This 'ere is Elliot Hawk.. So William died, we lingered in the woods looking for Vincent, no clue what killed him but the body was far from pretty.. We never found Vincent so he is now offically Missing in Action. Hopefully he will show up at some point and wasn't half eaten like William.

Our mission thankfully was a success, long range fire with suppressed weaponry really did the trick. Almost lost more people however thanks to a freaking space'nade. Had three people with us on this mission also, I'm glad to say all of them made it back in one piece.

A silence follows.

Still, it never sits well with me when a squadmate goes missing or dead. It was harder than I thought to inform his father, I don't know if Vincent had any family within the convoy but I put up a picture of him on the memorial.

A deep breath is heard well and audibly.

But yeah, the mission was to destroy a control tower, we did it. Blew the thing sky-high only to be chased by a alien ship, which thankfully crashed into the ground by the shockwave. Flamethrower also seems to work wonderfully against aliens, should keep bringing it. As for the chainsword… Holy hot damn, that thing I have given far to little credit, should've asked William to attach it while he was still around, best I can hope for now is using a roll of duct tape.

Not sure how Victoria is taking all of this, she seemed strangely distant when Vincent disappeared. I just hope it make her more crazy than usual, maybe I should get her a cup of hot chocolate or something if I can find it. Oh! Before I forget, we also picked up on some hitchhikers from the road and brought them back to our caravan, had to be stuck in a freaking quarantine zone just because an alien bit me. In all fairness I thought it was not needed since it was about a week ago since I got bitten, but she's the boss of this sort of thing I suppose. Rhona turns out to be one hell of a shot with the 50 cal' rifle. She sent those hounds bouncing several feet over the ground! It was one hell of a sight.

A long pause follows before a loud click is heard.

A click quickly follows again.

Elliot, signin' off.


Rhona MacKenzie's Journal 4

Rhona MacKenzie, October twenty-ninth, twenty forty-one.

Do we, in the eyes of God and our peers, believe we always do the right things? I'm not so sure anymore… but I think I crossed it, that line between what is right and what is good. Am I a good person? No, I don't think I am anymore. Would I do what I did again?

A silent pause

Yes… I think I would. I have bloodied my hands so that others won't have to… won't have to do and… feel the I way I do. They can… they can go back to where they came from and keep their, they'll keep their consciences clean.

Sounds of muffled movement

Things will be different now, I think, when we next move out. I believe some of us face a paradigm shift and others… others… they can wallow in their ineptitude.

More sounds of movement

I never noticed before but Victoria is pretty… Jesus! Did I just say that into this thing?! Victoria's the one who wants these recorded! Fine, you can keep this record of it, I think you're really pretty, there, I said it!

A loud thud noise and the recorder shuts off

Victoria Ashford's Journal 4

Journal Entry for Lady Victoria Ashford. Twenty ninth of October two thousand and forty one.

A pause and a long exhale

One trait I have always valued in myself is the ability to detach, to see things with reason and logic instead of with emotions. I doubt any doctor would last long without that ability. No matter their suffering, a patient must remain a patient, not a friend. Death and suffering is part of the job, and if you stop to take it in, it will destroy you. Now… Things are not that easy anymore.

I used to be so sure of what was right and wrong. But I suppose the apocalypse has a way of twisting morality. Does the ends justify the means? Kill millions to save billions? Logically it makes sense. Surgery comes with a risk, and the time after is often painful, but we do it because the alternative would be worse. But where does that line go? Has it changed since before the aliens? Probably. It is very easy to maintain the moral high ground from afar, but when you are in the middle of it? What use is morality if we are all wiped out? How far do we have to go to survive? How much of our humanity do we have to give up to defeat them?

When faced with such a dilemma, it is easy to not do anything. No fear the responsibility of your actions so much that you would rather do nothing. But inaction is just as much a choice as action. It is inevitable that a surgeon kills someone, But by not doing anything, you are dooming them for certain.

A sigh and another pause

I am rambling. I had hoped to detail the events of our little band of survivors here, but it seems I am too busy listing age old philosophical dilemmas. I shall detail the events that led to this crisis of morality, but not yet. And To my pleasant surprise, It seems others have taken my encouragement to record their thoughts, and I imagine there are already descriptions of the events from others. I would listen to them to check, but I feel like it would be a breach of their privacy. I want them to be as open as possible when they talk to the recorder.

A long pause

What is a soldier? They fight, but that is what they do, not what they are.

Another short pause

A soldier is the one that walks through hell, losing part of their souls in the proses, so the rest of us do not have to. Well. That is how it was. I suppose we are all soldiers now… That or dead.

William Bradfords journal entry nr.3
the smelting place

Hello, this is William Bradford's third journal entry.

On the morning after we got back from the mall, one of the buffaloes that charged the aliens showed up. He had this weird alien harness on, and it appeared to mind control him. He was apparently sent to tell us to surrender or face the wrath of the masters, well were going to have to see just how tough these masters are because were not surrendering.

We tried to remove the harness surgically, but the removal proved lethal. The harness appeared to be made of an unknown metal mixed with organic components, suggesting that it's alive somehow. I hope we figure out how to safely remove these things in the future.

so turns out we are on a rotation with the other scout teams, meaning that we had three days to chill, well i say chill but i spent most of the time mixing together a vial's worth of acid. Figured it might be useful in the future.

Afterwards we headed out to investigate a factory where they smelt metals, took us two days to get there. Two things happened on the way there. Firstly a massive bug swarm rolled in, the car protected us from it, and secondly during the second night we were attacked by alien hounds. No one got seriously hurt during the attack, ah it strikes me that we should have grabbed one for sciency purposes, oh well.

Arriving at the city outskirt we parked our vehicle and approached the factory on foot. According to preliminary scouting there were people at the factory, and when we got there to take a closer look we noticed that they were all wearing those alien harnesses, apparently being used as a slave labor force. Most shockingly my father was among them, im glad that hes still alive.

Then we had our first proper battle with aliens, there was six of em using those electric plasma guns of theirs and we found a noodle monster in the factory that we also put down.

we would have taken out time if we hadn't heard something approaching the place, so we quickly grabbed some metal, sabotaged the factory, the head of the noodle monster, one alien corpse, my dad, Victoria's bodyguard and 3 kids.

beat of silence.

we couldn't save the other's, Rhona made the hard choice of granting them mercy by death. I could never have done it myself.

more silence

Elliot complained all the way back about the dead alien we brought along, he didn't seem to understand that we really need more information about the aliens and how the work. After all knowledge is power. And on that note, goodbye.

Elliot Hawk's Journal 5
Fucking civilians.

A click is heard.

This is Elliot Hawk. Well, so much for saving mankind. Drove with a fucking rotting trophy head and a dead alien body instead of saving civilians. Unbelievable, I guess that just goes to show how much of your humanity you lose by becoming psionic. Fucking insane assholes, devoid of human emotion. What is the point of doing all of this if it means we're stuck with a bunch of assholes afterwards?

A loud groan follows.

Urgh… Anyway, we went to a factory where we were supposed to salvage, but it turned out to be a bunch of civilians forced to do the fucking aliens job by wearing these weird spinal jacks. Our mission parameters changed with that. Despite some minor issues on the way, a small pack of hounds and a small fire-fight we arrived on the scene, within the factory was also some kind of weird thing, very frail looking. But it seemed strong enough when it fucking lifted William off his feet. Long story short, bang bang dead. The first thing that happened after we killed the monster was that William ran straight to the minerals, after having found out some of the civilians was his fucking dad. He literally ignored his dad to pick up metals first. I bet he only wanted him along because it was out of a sense of duty more than love. Victoria also wanted to bring back one of the civilians, a female. Supposedly former S.A.S. We then got interrupted by a swarm of metallic alien bugs again in the distance so we had to hurriedly grab what we could or try to salvage things… Rhona did something I will forever remain in her gratitude for, she did something I never could. She made a tough call, and went through with it. I know that it is logically the best thing to do to stop their efforts, whatever they were doing here. I then clenched a valve shut before we fled, but not before they slapped on a goddamn carcass of an alien and a alien head. So had to deal with that for two days on the drive back. Fucking lunatics. 

A long silence follows before soft crying is heard.

Could've brought back another kid… They were all conscious and knew Rhona killed them… They knew we took back a fucking corpse instead of another one of them… Parents might've looked at us hearing that Rhona would kill their children. We could not even give them false hope. If Victoria and William continues to be like this, then count me out for future group missions. It is not happening. 

A sniffle before a clearing of the throat.

I hate this. I'm angry all the time … No appetite, can't sleep… Even Dorothy's smile ain't enough to kindle my flame like it used to.. Maybe I am just dying inside.

A uncomfortably long pause.

This is Elliot Hawk, signin' off.

A loud click is heard.


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