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// log // u.n.s.m.c.div432.mil.unit43200721.photo###
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// log // u.n.s.m.c.div432.mil unit43200721.misc.misc.transcription?qual=acceptable6&reliability=>acceptable
// date 2456:Terra272 // timecode 1015 localgrid 2315
[
Cherry, they say they’ll be sending these messages out before the hop… but I don’t exactly trust UNSMC to get the mail right. They might be wearing new uniforms, but the Neo tech still stinks of incompetence. So, I am saving a draft of this recording to my inbox too. I am sure you will find a way to get to it.
The Lunitarian old guard is telling us to keep our kit on us, quietly though, not making a fuss you know, until we are through the hop, until boots hit the dirt. I guess the lessons they learned from fighting outside the dome are getting passed on. Well. I’m listening. If it kept them alive on the gray, then it’s good enough for me. The kit will make it tight in the hop cage, but no tighter than a sleep pod. Man, you should hear those terrans complain. Big boned? Sure bud. At least this way I know I’ll have enough until I get to the supply drop or make friends with the locals. Time to put those soft skills to use.
I am thinking this wasn’t exactly my best decision ever. And I know you said it. You win this one. They have us watching the previous day’s hop as they go, ten at a time. I won’t lie… the nerves are getting to me… to all of us. Those dwarves from the asteroid, they can swear all they want to about how it works, how sitting on magic thrones and banging on their stupid anvils makes their space mountain so much better than a rocket… and how their high ups could prove that these hopcages worked just fine… but sometimes I want to take their surly beards and wrap it around their short little fat necks. Honey, I swear… if I had not seen those marks on that monolith myself, then I would swear that this time travel nonsense was some fever dream caused by a toxin, piped straight in the vents by RAM. But that damn monolith. It’s pretty hard to ignore your own handwriting. My brain is still trying to wrap itself around how I wrote that. Or when. I guess that’s something to look forward to.
When Buck was talking to us, this felt like the right thing. It felt good to be swept up in it. Going up against some ancient gits, owning them with modern tech? Sign me up. Better than the state of things before, I guess. I mean, around here, I’ve sitting next to terrans and gennies without worrying about getting a vibroblade in the back for a few measly credits, so I gets that’s a nice change of pace. But… when we were watching the Hopcages yesterday… those guys just straight up disappeared. Watching it… gives you a hollow feeling. Anyway, the needle gun they issued me… it feels good… it’s terran, but it works… I can tell it was used. Heck, maybe against us. I wish they gave us more ammo. Everyone is wishing it. You could not find enough credits around Sol to buy ammo from any one of us. I’m sure there will be more at the supply drops… but that feels like a long way from here. We watched 10 drops go out yesterday. It was nuts. Everyone was laughing and crying watching the supply drops get hopped back to who knows where… or when. Maybe to the squads from yesterday, maybe to us. Maybe some squad scheduled a hundred years after us. The dwarves running the cages won’t say. But all of us were excited to watch the drops going. Martians, venusians, us, terrans, everyone was celebrating and slapping each other on the back. Completely nuts. I should have vidded it for you.
Yep. Well. Our bunks have a view out on Terra. It is interesting to see old Europe beneath us. I never though I’d get this close. In the briefing they said we’d actually see the continents move backward during the hop. They gave us some anti-nausea tabs for motion sickness to knock us out, if we wanted it. I think I want to see it. Well. The others are headed to chow. I’ll record you another note in the morning before we hop.
K, Cherry. Love ya babe. See you soon.
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// log // u.n.s.m.c.div432.mil unit43200721.official.dtech?qual=any6&reliability=>any
//date 2456:Terra:273 // timecode 0545 localgrid 1845
[
HopInit [2456:Terra:273:1845]
HopInsertTargDate [-250,005,100.53, “Mesozoic”, “Gryhwk”, verified]
HopInsertResultDate [+/- 0.00000412, “”, “”, unverified]
HopInsertTargLoc [1, NE_quad, “Fln”, verified]
HopInsertResultLoc [unknown, +/- 0.03111111, “”, unverified]
HopResult [1, “success”, confirmationrate:0.78]
UnitTextCommunicationCount [5, “words”, unverified, source:lithograph06610, method:classified];(refid[00432-0021.00007, tag:”artifact, unknown, priority, corruption3′])
UnitOtherCommunicationCount [61, verified, media:classified]
UnitImportance [8.3, “mission critical”, verified]
CurrentUnitStatus [1, “deceased”, unverified]
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