Type: Text SANTOS HAS DEPLOYED A SHOCKBEACON FOR THE EUDORA TO FOLLOW AND WE ARE NOW HEADED INTO A CLUSTER OF DEBRIS IN ORBIT - POSSIBLY THE REMAINS OF AN ANCIENT FLEET. AS WE CLOSED IN TO INVESTIGATE, OUR SHIP WAS ATTACKED BY AUTOMATED MINES. WE JETTISONED INTO THE DEBRIS FIELD AND MANAGED TO STOW ABOARD A FAIRLY INTACT SHIP, THE CMS ROANOKE. THERE'S NO POWER BUT THERE IS AIR TRAPPED WITHIN THESE WALLS. I REMOVED A PIECE OF SHRAPNEL FROM BUCKELL AND MANAGED TO STABILIZE HIS CONDITION. AFTER SETTING UP DISTRESS BEACON, SANTOS AND I SET OUT TO INVESTIGATE THE SHIP. WE SOON DISCOVERED THE ADMIRAL HAD BEEN LOCKED IN HER QUARTERS, PRESUMABLY FOR GOING CRAZY. WHEN WE FORCED OPEN THE DOOR TO HER ROOM, WE DISCOVERED COMPLEX MAPPINGS OF THIS FORMER MILITARY'S EXPEDITION. THE ADMIRAL KNEW SOMETHING ABOUT THE MARKERS AND HOW THE RELATE TO THIS PLANET, BUT IT'S ALL WRITTEN IN MARKER GIBBERISH. ONLY ONE MAN I KNOW CAN DECIPHER THIS. I ONLY HOPE ROBERT CAN FIND HIM AND FOLLOW THE SHOCKBEACONS AS PLANNED. IF HE DOESN'T, I FEAR OUR SMALL GROUP WILL EITHER STARVE TO DEATH OR SUFFOCATE AND MANKIND WILL GO EXTINCT AS THE MARKERS CONTINUE TO SPREAD. |
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Log:PERSONAL LOG: ELLIE LANGFORD
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