Log Date

~Log Date: 2214/07/13

Alright. This needs to start somewhere, right? Ok. My name is Officer Castor Vallance of the ship Kilowat. Earlier today, my ship was attacked by a strange entity, of which I can't confirm the current situation of. All I know is I am the final survivor and- What was that? 2981746 Remember that. Oh God. ~

The holotape I pulled of this corpse ended there. My colleagues are nowhere to be seen. But that number. 2981746. What could it mean? Doesn't matter now, does it? Hard to tell. My comm system appears to be malfunctioning. The Sarge wants me to record my thoughts in this dumb thing. Anyway, My name is Lieutenant Hardcastle. Or rather, was, Lieutenant Hardcastle. I work for this crew now. Don't know much about them. All I know is I used to hunt down people like them. The Log Date is 2215/09/12.

There appears to have been an accident whilst we were preparing to take off. Kilgore is dead. Sarge is missing. I'm stuck with Polk and Goraman. We've been hearing noises ever since we established base camp. Apparently Kilgore has been too. His Comms record is full of of shit like "THEY'RE SAFE WHEN IT'S DEAD" and "I'M SAFE IN THE LIGHT". I plan on interrogating Goraman later. He and Kilgore were tight. Maybe he's heard about something. According to Goraman, Kilgore had been looking up on this place ever since Sarge planned to ransack this place. Polk went back to the ship to salvage supplies. That was a few hours ago. Nosy little shit, Polk. Tried hacking this thing last night. He failed, but it's almost like he was trying to get rid of my Comm records. He failed, but the noises seemed to intensify after he left. Will look into his info later. The Log Date is 2215/09/13

Fucking hell. Me and Goraman went to find Polk and Sarge. We found what's left of Sarge. God. You can't unsee shit like that. Polk's bandalier was found near the larder. Polk never leaves it behind, according to Goraman. Base camp has been declared unsafe. Minutes after we left, shrapnel from my ship, the Rasniok, fell onto base camp. Salvaged most of our supplies. Polk's territory was damaged. Coincidental. His Comms were a bunch of garbled nonsense. Goraman is hiding something, whatever it is, I'm not sure. He continues to say he's as clueless as I am. I'm calling bullshit. Goraman was drafted a few weeks before I was. We made a detour to Sarge's room inside the ship. Found his Comms records. Turns out, that fucker knew what was here and chose to take newer people. Shit. I knew it. Polk was in his old room burning his records. Goraman and I cornered him and he squealed. There's a creature here. It's guarding something. He doesn't know what, but he does know it could revolutionize space travel. Before we could Interrogate more, a noise came from outside, Polk ran and was killed in front of us. Can't write much more. We have to go now. The Log Date is 2215/09/14

Goraman's dead. I had to kill him. The creature didn't kill him. It just left him to die. Like it was toying with him. God. I can't find a safe place. there isn't one anymore. Log Date 2215/09/15.

I found a door. The number! God, what was it!? But I'm safe here. The noise. That creature HATES IT. I need to leave. Somehow. I'll have to. Log Date 2215/09/15.

THE CODE WAS ON THE COMMUNICATOR. I got in. But I know I can't stay here long. That thing is gonna get in. I just know it. Maybe If I can get in this chamber?  Log Date 2215/09/16

Shit. I, I just need a minute. The damn thing stole my shit. I can't find my comm. Where? Oh, it's on my wrist. But- God, I can't keep going like this. I think whatever's emitting the noise is dying to. I found a panel. It turned on the lights. My distress signals keep failing. God. This might be it for me. Log Date 2215/09/18

WHAT DO YOU WANT?! GET AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! HELP! SOMEONE! I CAN'T TAKE THE TEASING MUCH LONGER! JUST FUCKING END ME! Log Date 2215/09/22

~My name is Lieutenant Marshall Hardcastle. Myself and the crew of the Rasniok were sent on a suicide mission by the fucker in charge. If you find this, leave. Leave immediately and spread the word. THE. KILOWATT. IS. NOT. SAFE. Huh? Oh. Hey, I guess you finally found me. Well, Come get some, you alien fucker. I A'INT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT! Log Date 2215/10/13~

Sir, I found this holotape on a corpse in what appeared to be the Kilowatt's control room. My Sarge looked at me, "Did you now? What else was in the control room?". Well, next to the corpse was an escape pod, and on it scrawled in blood, was "The Cycle Continues." My Sarge looked at me, "Right. Pack up, Draser." Yes, Saergent. A creature sharpened its claws in the corner.