Trooper Logs

These are the datalogs recovered from the fallen crew of the GFS Tyr, and detail their relationships and concerns on the planet Aether.

Trooper Logs

Force One

LCPL J. BRODE:

Man, I hope that is the only breeding ground for these things. If there's more, we're in big trouble. We had a hard enough time taking that one out of commission: I almost ran out of ammo. I never run out of ammo!

PFC I. CRANY:

Last night at chow, Angseth starts talking about some bounty hunter and how she blew up a planet full of Space Pirates. I told her I didn't believe in

fairy tales like that, and she took it personal. I just find it had to believe that one person took out an entire Space Pirate base, that's all. But if she wants to believe in this Samus, or Bigfoot, or Santa Claus, she can.

CAPT A. EXETER:

I'm beginning to think it was a real bad idea going down here. Reevs is right, that hive is just one of many. It's stupid to stir a hornet's next, especially if you plan on sleeping under it.

PFC G. HALEY:

I hear.

Them.

Everywhere. They're coming.

Can't sleep. Ever.

They'll eat me.

Eat.

PFC S. MILLIGAN:

Brouda lost the bet, so he switched watch duty with me. I figure this sectionis nice and safe and boring, which suits me just fine. Let those other pugs

guard the hot zone, I... hold on... hey! ...No! Hel--(transmission ends)

SPC F. TRIPLETTE:

The sarge says those "Splinters" remind him of some killer bug he saw onanother planet once. All I know is the things are fast and take a lot to

drop. Pretty soon we'll have to go to bayonets. Everyone's low on ammo...even Brode, and he's the stingiest grunt I know.

Force Two

SPC M. ANGSETH:

This is ridiculous. I can outshoot half the men here, and I'm stuck on monitor duty. I didn't join up to stare at a holoscreen! This wouldn't happen to Samus Aran... She'd be out there taking care of business, not pushing buttons and sending reports.

GSGT C. BENET:

There's something wrong with the lock systems in this section. They've failed twice, locking us out until someone came along to let us in. If it happens again while we're playing "bait" for those things... well, at least we'll go out fighting, instead of hiding in the control area.

PFC L. BROUDA:

We'll be making our stand here. The engineer tells me there's no way we'll get the ship's engines online, and the atmospheric interference is scrambling our distress beacon. If anyone reads this, know that we did our duty and fought well.

PFC E. DENYS:

I'm the only one left. Managed to get out of the hive, but when I got to the ship, everyone was gone... dead. I'm heading for that alien building we saw earlier. Maybe someone can help me there... Wait, something's moving down there. Hello...?

SPC B. REEVS:

I don't like this plan. This hive is a small portion of a larger network. There may be dozens of hive systems like this across the planet, and they may all be linked. Destroying this one may buy us time, but it may also provoke the other hives into attacking.

PFC M. VERONI:

I think Haley's losing it. He talks to himself all the time, and he won't sleep. He almost shot me on watch the other night. I think he thought I was one of those things. I talked to the doc about taking him off the line, and he told me we needed all the help we can get. That's true, but if he goes berserk and kills a bunch of us, that won't be very helpful.