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We're OK. Well, alive. Or at least we were when I typed this. Not sure when it'll be posted. Not much in the way of internet connectivity where we are. We also don't know anything about current events, and won't be able to post any comments. Like Carter had said, we left on a mission. 'We' being him, Doc, and me. I'll tell you all what's gone on. Green text = Carter. Blue = Doc. And orange = me.

   I was caught up in reports and files, as many of our contacts were having issues. Some dropped off the grid. Others were found dead. Placed in very obvious locations. Displayed for any and all to see. Nasty business. Anyway, I was busy with that while Carter decided to post comments. Partly because of the alternate Linux. Who, by the way, I hope returned to where he belongs. Didn't sound like someone I'd want to meet. So, I was getting ready to call it a night when I saw Carter walk towards the cockpit. I followed, curious as to why he finally emerged…

Situation Update

Sam here. A lot's happened this past 24 hours. For starters, the commander was posting comments. In the middle of a crisis situation. That's the major thing. We had a crisis. We're fine now and waiting for clearance to land at a different site. Hopefully, we'll be safe until we can figure out what had happened. Colored text: Pinkish-purple=me. Blue=Doc. Orange=Jenkins. Green=Hattery.
I was in the operations room when alarms started going off.

Ma'am, you'll want to see this. Massive surge of Sigma in the area.

Lieutenants Greene and O'Connor walked in. Along with Doc.
Is it true?

Before I could respond, Hattery's voice came over the intercom: Our instruments up here are picking up Sigma. Please tell me it's a false alarm.

Jenkins told me it wasn't. We had to act, fast.Doc, get the med-bay prepared, just in case. Keep an eye on Keith as well. Greene, get your squad ready and go on constant patrol throughout the plane. Make sure we are airtight. O&…
He's awake now. Woke up an hour ago. Was in an incredibly bad mood. Here's what went down. White text with quotes is him, blue is Doc, and the orange is me. (I'm going to try this and see if it's easier than quotes)

"How long have I been out?"

At least 11 days, sir. We were getting a bit worried.

I'm going to need to run some tests to--   He was cut off. The commander was already getting up and moving while he said the following.

"No, I'm fine. No tests needed."


"I'm fine."  Doc was shocked. So was I. This wasn't like him, he didn't cut people off like that. At least, not his friends. He left the room at a brisk pace. Straight to his 'office'. (Which in actuality was a separate bunk room that he had converted into an office space. It has a three way desk with more than sufficient space. It's connected to his bunk room.) Shortly afterward, he called for me on the intercom. I came to his office and entere…

Been Too Long (Part 5)

Well, I will add this here, before the main part of the post. He's still in the med-bay. If anyone has any leads, please help. We've run out of ideas. Bear squad hasn't seen anything at the warehouse, possibly they cleaned house after what happened. Anyway, here's the posting of the last catch-up part. - Lt. Com. Cartwright


     So, now the major event that I've been passively mentioning. The massacre. It happened so fast, and so many things occurred at once. It started, for me, when I woke up. Suddenly, something woke me up. I sat in my bed trying to figure out what. It wasn't S, she was still sleeping soundly next to me. There wasn't anyone in the room. What was it? And then it hit me: it was quiet. Completely quiet. Normally, you could hear the ventilation systems as they had to run almost constantly to keep the temperature stable. Something was…