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Post by Zenith on Jul 2, 2015 4:20:44 GMT
4/9/5500
Zombies again last night; nine this time. The cyborg took care of them, again. I suppose I'm lucky to have found him, but I'm not especially happy about not being able to leave. But he's got a mandate from the Colonial Marines to keep this area secure, and no humans currently present are to be allowed off-world "for the duration of the present emergency". How long is that going to be? Good fucking question.
A squad of Marines came by in the afternoon to offer resupply; as a result, we were finally able to get the comms station set up. Not that the computer in question is worth much, but recording my personal thoughts like this is better entertainment than anything else available here.
They also happened to have a proper hazmat suit available, in approximately my size. I have... mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, it offers some nominal protection against the plague. On the other hand, it's hot, unpleasant, and it's a little tight across the chest. Evidence so far seems to suggest that you can't actually get the plague except from direct body-fluid contact with the infected, but the place is a death zone, and you can't be too careful. The cyborg's been wearing one since I got here; I don't imagine he has any sympathy for this sort of complaint.
That's all for now; the cyborg's making noises about wanting help hauling the zombie corpses to the containment area.
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Post by Inkspot on Jul 2, 2015 4:32:51 GMT
Hello.
You seem to be having a zombie apocalypse. Would you like some help with that?
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Post by Zenith on Jul 2, 2015 4:40:25 GMT
5/3/5500
Refugees came through last night. They had papers from the District, so they were allowed to pass. They looked pretty bedraggled. I don't know how far they'll make it, but they weren't interested in staying long.
The comms station seems to have intercepted a broadcast offering assistance. It seems pretty trite and vague, and this station doesn't have the range to respond to anyone that isn't directly targeting us anyways. Some clueless merchant captain, perhaps?
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Post by Saba on Jul 2, 2015 4:51:06 GMT
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Refugees came through last night. They had papers from the District, so they were allowed to pass. They looked pretty bedraggled. I don't know how far they'll make it, but they weren't interested in staying long.
The comms station seems to have intercepted a broadcast offering assistance. It seems pretty trite and vague, and this station doesn't have the range to respond to anyone that isn't directly targeting us anyways. Some clueless merchant captain, perhaps?"
Whatever this message was transcribed in is transmitting to an interdimensional communications network. Query about it among your crew and you may be able to use it to arrange assistance.
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Post by Zenith on Jul 2, 2015 4:58:19 GMT
5/6/5500
A passing merchant ship seemed to be really interested in purchasing clothing and personal effects off the zombie corpses. The cyborg allowed it, on account of our limited supplies.
This apparently doesn't break quarantine? I am informed that the protocols of the trade ships sterilize any trade goods they acquire. It's just not permissible for humans to leave, is all. Fucking vultures. Not that the stuff was even worth any sum of note...
They also seem to have left a cryptic message regarding 'interdimensional communications'. What nonsense.
Miserable weather; it's been raining for days. At least there haven't been any more zombie attacks.
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Post by OTC on Jul 2, 2015 5:07:55 GMT
Unidentified sophont, please think the thought "I would like to mint a Takkarash."
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Post by Zenith on Jul 2, 2015 5:14:55 GMT
8/6/5500
Something seems to have exploded in orbit. No idea what's going on up there, but a largish cargo of concrete crash-landed south of the Quarantine Zone walls. That'll help with the fortifications, I guess? Things are starting to become approximately secure-feeling; hopefully, the zombies won't be able to break through all this...
The cyborg's been doing... some kind of medical experiments on the zombie corpses. A bunch of strange vials of fluid have been appearing in the freezer. Next to, like, our food. This seems unsafe. I am informed that it's perfectly safe, and not to mess with the vials. Right. Like I was planning on doing that anyways.
Cryptic messages keep coming in over the comms system. I suppose the plague is making people go mad...
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Post by Saba on Jul 2, 2015 5:31:14 GMT
I compulsively resolve bad communication, but this is seems to be beyond my skills.
Why are you keeping a diary on a comms station, anyways? That seems counterintuitive. (And ironic, considering that it's being broadcast to us.)
You know, I bet some sort of watermark would be useful, to show which messages are coming from this source. Let's make it ending the messages with the word haberdasher. For humorous purposes.
Haberdasher.
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Post by Ahrotahn on Jul 2, 2015 5:33:14 GMT
OTC, please send Zenith a Buddhitanka containing an explanation of the forum, paid for out of my account. Zenith, hopefully the mysterious appearance of a magic coin will help convince you that there is more to these messages than the ramblings of madness.
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Post by OTC on Jul 2, 2015 5:38:02 GMT
OTC, please send Zenith a Buddhitanka containing an explanation of the forum, paid for out of my account. Zenith, hopefully the mysterious appearance of a magic coin will help convince you that there is more to these messages than the ramblings of madness. Sent. Haberdasher. Hats! We should order some hats.
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Post by Zenith on Jul 2, 2015 5:38:12 GMT
1/7/5500
Zombies again, another eight. The cyborg re-killed them all without incident. Which means I got stuck with the task of hauling them into containment. Fun times. (the times are not, in fact, fun)
Power was out for a few days after the incident; something about the cyborg's experiments seems to be draining the grid. We needed to fabricate a few more solar panels before we were able to get our systems back up, and the situation's still looking rather dicey.
...and it's browning out again. Fuck. I've been instructed to shut down the systems.
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Post by Zenith on Jul 2, 2015 5:52:47 GMT
3/7/5500
The power situation seems approximately stable for the moment.
Another merchant came by. Unfortunately, they seem to have been space pirates (slaving scum!). The cyborg sold them... something? Not a person, at least, but there was a cargo pod that went upwards.
The pirates (?) seem to have left a message about a magic coin. Apparently addressed to me? That's... weird. I don't recall receiving any money. They sent some silver back in response to whatever the cyborg sold them, but it's not like I get to keep any of the money (I'm not in charge, here, after all...)
The cyborg's making noises at me about the fortifications. Back to work it is...
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Post by Saba on Jul 2, 2015 6:03:13 GMT
Oh. Yes. Names. Those are useful, aren't they. Zenith, none of the messages you've mentioned in your logs came from passing ships. We're receiving transmitted copies of your logs, and you seem to be receiving messages from us. (I'm beginning to wonder if they're not being transmitted entirely, though.) Haberdasher. It seems like OTC isn't able to access your universe. I don't know how unusual this is. I'm rather new here.
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Post by 8/7/5500 on Jul 2, 2015 6:24:14 GMT
Fucking pirates. They must've tipped off their buddies, because we got raided.
Fortunately, we are, at this point, a pretty substantial fortress. And the cyborg is running around with a railgun better suited to be the main gun of a battle tank. A half-dozen guys with molotovs and pistols really didn't stand much of a chance.
And, of course, I'm on corpse-run duty again. I don't think these guys were infected with the plague (they were just assholes), but the cyborg is... rather insistent.
All the ships passing by these days seem to be slave traders. I suppose they're making a killing off the more desperate people... but the cyborg is pretty inflexible regarding the quarantine. I don't know if I'm that desperate; the quarantine zone is getting downright livable, and I've heard more than enough horror stories about what happens to the people the slavers take. Maybe if I was in a less secure position, or with a less scary defender?
Another message from the slaver, suspiciously to me again. They claim to be reading my logs (plausible; there's no security on this console), and that they aren't transmitting from the ship (implausible; there's no one else in range).
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Post by Saba on Jul 2, 2015 6:39:31 GMT
I'm further and further suspecting that our messages aren't being relayed perfectly. Zenith, could you put the content of this message in the text of your next log? Haberdasher.
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