Post by Tillian Panthesis on Jul 12, 2009 15:19:50 GMT 1
Diary of a Cerberus Agent
Recording Session One:
Maroon Sea Crisis
Diary recordings of a Cerberus Agent, Lieutenant Edward Shankman, who left the Alliance Military in hopes that he'll get a decent amout of credits for an early retirement. Currently he's guarding a newly made facility around the Maroon Sea cluster.
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21st February 2183
Today is just another day inside some lousy shack that we have to build up from scratch as the high end officers of the Cerberus HQ are too cheap to give the basic equipment that we need to build a homemade science lab. Gets even better, they demanded we should quicken our production of the structure before next week, as they were “urgently” need to send these samples ASAP.
Anyways we’re almost done building this shack. Not the most homely place to sleep but at least the lab has the basic necessities we need to make it homely… like toilets. This is the good thing, considering in my experience working with the Alliance Military before joining with Cerberus, which is darn awful. There are certain frigates that didn’t have a good facility of restrooms. Back then I was serving under the SSV Troy. Not a bad ship but the people under her wing are full of idiots, especially Captain Seth Meyer. I’m going to say this once about him: what… an… asshole.
Back to my short story of my life. At first I thought there were no toilets on the damn frigate, much to my disgust. After one complaint and a good senseless beating over my skull from my former commanding officer, I’ve found the toilets… Well it’s small and hidden but it’s better than… never mind I’m getting sidetracked here.
From the looks of the progression of the building, I guess we’ll be done within three days. By then I hope we’ll be getting a big fat paycheck along with these ‘samples’ that the Cerberus HQ were eager hand it over to us.
Well! Morning Tea break is over. I guess it’s time for me to do my usual patrol around the area… I’ve highly doubt anyone would want to attack us since our building looked more like a rundown junkie shed than an actual professional test lab.
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22nd February 2183
Bloody hell! We’re supposed to be professional Black Ops agents, not whiny little bratty teens from high school!
Today, two of our operators are arguing over the matter with a break in. Long story cut short, someone hacked into her locker and left an insinuating message for her. She then rushed over to that other operator and started a catfight between them. We have to cast stasis on the both of them to stop the fight. Best part is that none of her stuff is stolen, apart from adding a piece of paper that remarked something about her body weight to her personal property.
Women… I just don’t understand them.
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23th February 2183
Finally, the construction is completed!
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25th February 2183
These batches of samples they brought in today are… rachni? What on earth? I know we’re supposed to do experiments that made Dr. Frankenstein proud us but… rachni? How is that physically possible? I thought they were bit the dust by those angry fat krogans many years ago. Did Cerberus pull it out of their ass or what?
Anyways, they say this batch is stable but for some reason, I have a bad feeling about this…
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1st March 2183
Damn it! I swear Cerberus should be paying more attention in recruiting their members into their brood! I’ve could have sworn that 2/3 of my crew didn’t even pass the Earth Certificate of Education Exam back at High School!
Things went bloody wrong today. Some idiot decided it would be fun start up a Rachni Fight game by taking out those rachni workers and make them fight to the death. Like those grasshoppers from olden days waaay before we even have electricity. Unfortunately the bugs proves us once again that humanity are consistently stupid. One of them self-destructed where the crew gathered around in a circle before, killing them instantly, while the other managed to unlock every single rachni containment cells and now we’re fighting off against these bugs.
F(bleep)*! We’re so going to be screwed!
*(Appologies for censoring within these classified intel files, but I'm sure Admiral Hackett is not "interested" in these vulgar language - Alliance Intelligence Agent no. 225)
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2nd March 2183
Thank God! We’ve barely made it out alive! We’ve managed to eliminated the rachni but unfortunately we’ve lost our make shift science facility by blowing up the whole damn thing.
The rachni were crawling everywhere in the building, so a handful of surviving crew (including me) rushed out of the building. We’ve lock down any sort of opening that those pesky bugs might be able to crawl out before we’ve activated the emergency destruction sequence, hoping we could kill them off before they are going to have our blood. On one hand, the plan worked as there’s nothing left from the exploding building that is bigger than a elcor’s right nut… but on the other hand Cerberus is not going to be pleased with the loss of the samples and the facility itself.
Great. This will be a fun thing to report. So where will we start? “Yesterday, the crisis situation began when my men decided to play a game of Rachni Fight…”
Recording Session One:
Maroon Sea Crisis
Diary recordings of a Cerberus Agent, Lieutenant Edward Shankman, who left the Alliance Military in hopes that he'll get a decent amout of credits for an early retirement. Currently he's guarding a newly made facility around the Maroon Sea cluster.
---
21st February 2183
Today is just another day inside some lousy shack that we have to build up from scratch as the high end officers of the Cerberus HQ are too cheap to give the basic equipment that we need to build a homemade science lab. Gets even better, they demanded we should quicken our production of the structure before next week, as they were “urgently” need to send these samples ASAP.
Anyways we’re almost done building this shack. Not the most homely place to sleep but at least the lab has the basic necessities we need to make it homely… like toilets. This is the good thing, considering in my experience working with the Alliance Military before joining with Cerberus, which is darn awful. There are certain frigates that didn’t have a good facility of restrooms. Back then I was serving under the SSV Troy. Not a bad ship but the people under her wing are full of idiots, especially Captain Seth Meyer. I’m going to say this once about him: what… an… asshole.
Back to my short story of my life. At first I thought there were no toilets on the damn frigate, much to my disgust. After one complaint and a good senseless beating over my skull from my former commanding officer, I’ve found the toilets… Well it’s small and hidden but it’s better than… never mind I’m getting sidetracked here.
From the looks of the progression of the building, I guess we’ll be done within three days. By then I hope we’ll be getting a big fat paycheck along with these ‘samples’ that the Cerberus HQ were eager hand it over to us.
Well! Morning Tea break is over. I guess it’s time for me to do my usual patrol around the area… I’ve highly doubt anyone would want to attack us since our building looked more like a rundown junkie shed than an actual professional test lab.
---
22nd February 2183
Bloody hell! We’re supposed to be professional Black Ops agents, not whiny little bratty teens from high school!
Today, two of our operators are arguing over the matter with a break in. Long story cut short, someone hacked into her locker and left an insinuating message for her. She then rushed over to that other operator and started a catfight between them. We have to cast stasis on the both of them to stop the fight. Best part is that none of her stuff is stolen, apart from adding a piece of paper that remarked something about her body weight to her personal property.
Women… I just don’t understand them.
---
23th February 2183
Finally, the construction is completed!
---
25th February 2183
These batches of samples they brought in today are… rachni? What on earth? I know we’re supposed to do experiments that made Dr. Frankenstein proud us but… rachni? How is that physically possible? I thought they were bit the dust by those angry fat krogans many years ago. Did Cerberus pull it out of their ass or what?
Anyways, they say this batch is stable but for some reason, I have a bad feeling about this…
---
1st March 2183
Damn it! I swear Cerberus should be paying more attention in recruiting their members into their brood! I’ve could have sworn that 2/3 of my crew didn’t even pass the Earth Certificate of Education Exam back at High School!
Things went bloody wrong today. Some idiot decided it would be fun start up a Rachni Fight game by taking out those rachni workers and make them fight to the death. Like those grasshoppers from olden days waaay before we even have electricity. Unfortunately the bugs proves us once again that humanity are consistently stupid. One of them self-destructed where the crew gathered around in a circle before, killing them instantly, while the other managed to unlock every single rachni containment cells and now we’re fighting off against these bugs.
F(bleep)*! We’re so going to be screwed!
*(Appologies for censoring within these classified intel files, but I'm sure Admiral Hackett is not "interested" in these vulgar language - Alliance Intelligence Agent no. 225)
---
2nd March 2183
Thank God! We’ve barely made it out alive! We’ve managed to eliminated the rachni but unfortunately we’ve lost our make shift science facility by blowing up the whole damn thing.
The rachni were crawling everywhere in the building, so a handful of surviving crew (including me) rushed out of the building. We’ve lock down any sort of opening that those pesky bugs might be able to crawl out before we’ve activated the emergency destruction sequence, hoping we could kill them off before they are going to have our blood. On one hand, the plan worked as there’s nothing left from the exploding building that is bigger than a elcor’s right nut… but on the other hand Cerberus is not going to be pleased with the loss of the samples and the facility itself.
Great. This will be a fun thing to report. So where will we start? “Yesterday, the crisis situation began when my men decided to play a game of Rachni Fight…”