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We contacted AFAD for assistance to look for survivors by combing out the jungle around the wreckage. The following day an MTC (Mammoth Troop Carrier), used for inter stellar transport of civilian and military personnel, brought the needed manpower to start. Arriving at the base camp, again we came across a mystery. The three left behind had vanished without a trace as well, though the camp seemed undamaged in any way. There were no signs of struggle. We updated AICO-Command on the situation. We established a perimeter and kept a close watch, while a more thorough search inside the wreckage began. The fact that the wreckage landed in a swamp area, flooding parts of the ship makes it all the more difficult.

We stopped the search for today and would stay in camp for the night and look around the surrounding jungle for any traces in the morning. Lying on my bed, I wrote to him. Telling him how much I miss him already, and how much I regretted cutting our time together short. As I was writing, I received a message from him, saying the exact same thing. Funny how that happens sometimes. Lying in the dark, trying to get some sleep, listening to the jungle noises, I couldn't help wonder what happened here. It all just didn't make sense.

In the morning, a small troop transport arrived, with a senior AICO-agent. He took a glance at the hole in the freighter, and asked to speak with me in private. He explained that the freighter isn't the first they found like this. In the last month, 6 more ships were lost in the exact same way. Found mostly intact apart from the 1 or 2 holes in the hull, no sign of anything. No bodies, no survivors, nothing. He said he couldn't say what happened, but that he had a theory, though nothing official. He thought we're encountering some new life, hostile in it's initial encounters.

As expected, the search parties in the jungle didn't turn up anything, and AICO-Command sent word to call off the search, break up camp and leave first thing in the morning. I wrote to him again, explaining the situation. I wrote him I never thought we'd give up like that. If I were in the situation of the crew, I'd take solace in the hope of someone out there looking for me. For the first time since I joined, I'm having doubts. I told him that I love him, for the first time, and that I would have preferred to say it to him in person.

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I woke up this morning, showered and had some coffee. She wrote me another message. She told me she loved me. I had to read it again, to take notice of all the other things she talked about. I wrote her back, telling her I feel the same way, and that I couldn't wait to see her again. I reported to the bridge, back to another mind numbing day of patrolling the sector. I could do this in my sleep. All of my crew is trained to do so. I'm not yearning for war or conflict, still, a change of pace would be nice sometimes.

It's been days since I heard from her. This isn't like her. I'm contacting AICO and ask about where she is or why I can't reach her. They can't give me an answer. I'm worried something has happened, but even more so, that even AICO doesn't seem to know what's going on is really troublesome. An encrypted message from AFAD had come in and the captain wishes to speak to me. He explains that after the freighter incident, all contact with the AICO-agents and the AFAD company was lost. They checked in with A-12, but they are also unresponsive. They had sent the AV-Armstrong, a reconnaissance ship to the area who hasn't reported back either. We're next to go in, on full alert, and to proceed with extreme caution.

I can't stop thinking about her. About what could have happened to her and expecting the worst. I feel like I'm loosing my mind, and hope I can fulfil my duties as is expected of me. The captain isn't sure about the whole operation either, though he wouldn't let it appear so in the presence of the crew. When we arrived at A-12, we find it clearly attacked, as it was described before. No damage other then the multiple hull breaches. Scans report no life signs on the station. We find the the AV-Armstrong in exactly the same way, in orbit around Graxol. I'm sent to the surface, to retrieve any intelligence that might be in the base camp near the freighter. Just in and out, no lingering on the surface, no wandering off alone. We need information about what we're dealing with first, before we can take further action.

I ask the captain's permission to stay on the surface. I explain that I need to find her. He reminds me of my duties as an AFAD officer and orders me back to the Aurora. I ignore the order and stay behind alone, sending the rest back. It's late afternoon, and I decide to quickly check the freighter before nightfall. Inside, it's like she described in her messages. Nothing wrong at all, except for the hole. I'm panicking, thinking the worst again and realise I'm shouting her name. I get a hold of myself and start making my way out. This was stupid of me.

Getting back to camp, I make contact with the Aurora. The captain chews me out, saying he expected more of me. He will sent a transport to pick me up and that's the end of it. We aren't here just for me. Back on the Aurora, after another reprimand of the captain, I retire to my quarters. I'm lying on my bed thinking of her. I wake up violently in the middle of the night and I'm sweating like mad. What a nightmare. I dreamed I was running through the freighter when I saw her. Or what looked like her. She had no body, just her head and shoulders, her bare spine, floating about. She came for me. I can't get back to sleep after that. I get up and read through the findings we have thus far. It's not much but I try to look at it from different angles. I can't seem to concentrate. I need to go back to the surface. She's there, I know it.

Description
We contacted AFAD for assistance to look for survivors by combing out the jungle around the wreckage. The following day an MTC (Mammoth Troop Carrier), used for inter stellar transport of civilian and military personnel, brought the needed manpower to start. Arriving at the base camp, again we came across a mystery. The three left behind had vanished without a trace as well, though the camp seemed undamaged in any way. There were no signs of struggle. We updated AICO-Command on the situation. We established a perimeter and kept a close watch, while a more thorough search inside the wreckage began. The fact that the wreckage landed in a swamp area, flooding parts of the ship makes it all the more difficult.

We stopped the search for today and would stay in camp for the night and look around the surrounding jungle for any traces in the morning. Lying on my bed, I wrote to him. Telling him how much I miss him already, and how much I regretted cutting our time together short. As I was writing, I received a message from him, saying the exact same thing. Funny how that happens sometimes. Lying in the dark, trying to get some sleep, listening to the jungle noises, I couldn't help wonder what happened here. It all just didn't make sense.

In the morning, a small troop transport arrived, with a senior AICO-agent. He took a glance at the hole in the freighter, and asked to speak with me in private. He explained that the freighter isn't the first they found like this. In the last month, 6 more ships were lost in the exact same way. Found mostly intact apart from the 1 or 2 holes in the hull, no sign of anything. No bodies, no survivors, nothing. He said he couldn't say what happened, but that he had a theory, though nothing official. He thought we're encountering some new life, hostile in it's initial encounters.

As expected, the search parties in the jungle didn't turn up anything, and AICO-Command sent word to call off the search, break up camp and leave first thing in the morning. I wrote to him again, explaining the situation. I wrote him I never thought we'd give up like that. If I were in the situation of the crew, I'd take solace in the hope of someone out there looking for me. For the first time since I joined, I'm having doubts. I told him that I love him, for the first time, and that I would have preferred to say it to him in person.

---

I woke up this morning, showered and had some coffee. She wrote me another message. She told me she loved me. I had to read it again, to take notice of all the other things she talked about. I wrote her back, telling her I feel the same way, and that I couldn't wait to see her again. I reported to the bridge, back to another mind numbing day of patrolling the sector. I could do this in my sleep. All of my crew is trained to do so. I'm not yearning for war or conflict, still, a change of pace would be nice sometimes.

It's been days since I heard from her. This isn't like her. I'm contacting AICO and ask about where she is or why I can't reach her. They can't give me an answer. I'm worried something has happened, but even more so, that even AICO doesn't seem to know what's going on is really troublesome. An encrypted message from AFAD had come in and the captain wishes to speak to me. He explains that after the freighter incident, all contact with the AICO-agents and the AFAD company was lost. They checked in with A-12, but they are also unresponsive. They had sent the AV-Armstrong, a reconnaissance ship to the area who hasn't reported back either. We're next to go in, on full alert, and to proceed with extreme caution.

I can't stop thinking about her. About what could have happened to her and expecting the worst. I feel like I'm loosing my mind, and hope I can fulfil my duties as is expected of me. The captain isn't sure about the whole operation either, though he wouldn't let it appear so in the presence of the crew. When we arrived at A-12, we find it clearly attacked, as it was described before. No damage other then the multiple hull breaches. Scans report no life signs on the station. We find the the AV-Armstrong in exactly the same way, in orbit around Graxol. I'm sent to the surface, to retrieve any intelligence that might be in the base camp near the freighter. Just in and out, no lingering on the surface, no wandering off alone. We need information about what we're dealing with first, before we can take further action.

I ask the captain's permission to stay on the surface. I explain that I need to find her. He reminds me of my duties as an AFAD officer and orders me back to the Aurora. I ignore the order and stay behind alone, sending the rest back. It's late afternoon, and I decide to quickly check the freighter before nightfall. Inside, it's like she described in her messages. Nothing wrong at all, except for the hole. I'm panicking, thinking the worst again and realise I'm shouting her name. I get a hold of myself and start making my way out. This was stupid of me.

Getting back to camp, I make contact with the Aurora. The captain chews me out, saying he expected more of me. He will sent a transport to pick me up and that's the end of it. We aren't here just for me. Back on the Aurora, after another reprimand of the captain, I retire to my quarters. I'm lying on my bed thinking of her. I wake up violently in the middle of the night and I'm sweating like mad. What a nightmare. I dreamed I was running through the freighter when I saw her. Or what looked like her. She had no body, just her head and shoulders, her bare spine, floating about. She came for me. I can't get back to sleep after that. I get up and read through the findings we have thus far. It's not much but I try to look at it from different angles. I can't seem to concentrate. I need to go back to the surface. She's there, I know it.