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Recording log: QW09-0196

(Three months after Elite Recon unit R-1TA recon mission ended.)

"Headquarter can you read me?"

Affirmative captain York, loud and clear.

"Good, we have been trying to call you all day."

What's wrong captain?

"Our camp got ransacked this morning with all our supplies destroyed and the tents and buildings are an absolute wreck. We think one of the animals in this world decided to come by in search of food. Though, they didn't seem to find anything they like to munch on as all the food is just destroy and scatter. On top of that-"

You're just now reporting this issue?

"Can you wait five second for me to get to that? As I was saying, on top of our camp destroyed, our communication console is completely destroy. We spent all day trying to Jerry-rigged the damn thing with whatever part we could find to try to talk to you."

Great, just what I want to make a report for. I'll send an drop ship to come by and send you new supplies for a new camp.

"Tell those truckers to not drag their slow ass over here, we would like a roof over our head before some creature decide to get ballsy and one of us having to shove our boots up their skull."

Will do Captain.

"Also, tell Command we found another tree that has those little alien fellows. We are gathering a container to safely store them so someone can deliver them to the rest of their friends back home."

Ok, the Microeans will be glad to see more of their friends are safe with them.

"Provide these little things learn to get the hint to get inside the container instead of playing with- Private Sam, what I told you about playing species that are under top galactic protection!?"

"Sorry captain."

"Ugh, how do I always get stuck with rookies? Anyways, we'll give the little guys to the delivery boys when they get here."

Note captain, if that's all, then signing o-

'rrrrrRAAAHHH!'

"What the f-?"

Captain, what was that?

"No idea, probably some local animal, though, I haven't heard an animal made that sound for the last few weeks. Seems loud enough to make all the little fellows fly inside the container so suddenly. A-Anyways, signing out. Sam, Trish, Miles, gather the egg heads and the microeans somewhere safe. I don't want a hard time keeping an eye on them in case some animal decides to get hungry."

(End of Recording)

Recording log: QW09-0197

(Two days after QW09-0196 recording)

"Command, are you there? Hello?"

Roger Elite Combat unit C-1CI-

"For crying out loud, cut the formality and just say C-1CI. Anyways, I'm at the location of the camp."

Understand, do you see the captain, his unit, the researchers and the microeans?

"[redacted], the camp is a bloody mess."

P-Pardon?

"The whole [redacted] camp looks like it got hit in a war zone. The camp looks someone shredded the whole place, the drop ship that was sent here look like it went through a meteor field that was driven by a [redacted, seriously C-1CI, please stop using foul language] that couldn't fly himself out of a paper bag, and there are bodies everywhere. Something mutilated these people."

U-Understood, are you sure there's no one around.

"No, the researchers look like someone toss them into a compactor, and the pilots of the ship....half of their body is missing. The captain's unit look like someone put them in a meat grinder. And the captain....I don't want to even describe the way his body looks.

What about the microeans?

"The little aliens? I think I see the container that is supposed to protect them, but it looks something managed to crack it open. I don't think anyone survi- wait a second..."

Eli...C-1CI, what is it?

"...Scratch what I said, I think I found some survivors. I see... I see some Microeans, seems some of them manage to find a hiding spot near the body of a Private Sam."

Really?

"Yeah, though it looks like one hundred of them seems to be here."

Only a hundred? C-1CI, the captain state that he and everyone there found another tree full of them. A tree is usually filled with millions of them.

"Yeah well, only a hundred of them is all I'm reading. And they seem to be terrified out of their mind, they just went up flew inside my body as soon they saw me."

I-I see. C-1CI try to see if you can get the survivors back to HQ right now.

"You sure, what about-"

'rrrrrRAAAHHH!'

"What the [redacted] was that?"

C-1CI, please get the microeans back to HQ right now.

"Alright, alright, you and the Microeans buzzing in my head made your point. I'll get the little guys home. Tell Command and Ado I'm leaving the planet, I'll be there in a few hours. Logging out"

(End of recording)

Note: Shortly after elite combat unit C-1CI safely drop the surviving Microeans to galactic protection, an interview was made to see if any of the survivors could elaborate of what happened. However, none of the microeans tried to talk of the situation, appearing to be traumatized of the whole event. As such, the interview was drop and the survivors are then reunited with the rest of their race.

An attempt was made to recover all deceased UGF personal from the campsite, but upon entering the area, the unit that was sent to recover the bodies remark how there were no bodies at all. No trace of there corpse, no bone, limb or anything, just the wreckage of the of the campsite and the drop ship. Before leaving, the unit remarks that one of them heard some kind of bone chilling scream deep in the trees, upon hearing the recording of one of the units, someone remarks how the scream sounded human, it almost sound like captain York.

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Recording log: QW09-0196

(Three months after Elite Recon unit R-1TA recon mission ended.)

"Headquarter can you read me?"

Affirmative captain York, loud and clear.

"Good, we have been trying to call you all day."

What's wrong captain?

"Our camp got ransacked this morning with all our supplies destroyed and the tents and buildings are an absolute wreck. We think one of the animals in this world decided to come by in search of food. Though, they didn't seem to find anything they like to munch on as all the food is just destroy and scatter. On top of that-"

You're just now reporting this issue?

"Can you wait five second for me to get to that? As I was saying, on top of our camp destroyed, our communication console is completely destroy. We spent all day trying to Jerry-rigged the damn thing with whatever part we could find to try to talk to you."

Great, just what I want to make a report for. I'll send an drop ship to come by and send you new supplies for a new camp.

"Tell those truckers to not drag their slow ass over here, we would like a roof over our head before some creature decide to get ballsy and one of us having to shove our boots up their skull."

Will do Captain.

"Also, tell Command we found another tree that has those little alien fellows. We are gathering a container to safely store them so someone can deliver them to the rest of their friends back home."

Ok, the Microeans will be glad to see more of their friends are safe with them.

"Provide these little things learn to get the hint to get inside the container instead of playing with- Private Sam, what I told you about playing species that are under top galactic protection!?"

"Sorry captain."

"Ugh, how do I always get stuck with rookies? Anyways, we'll give the little guys to the delivery boys when they get here."

Note captain, if that's all, then signing o-

'rrrrrRAAAHHH!'

"What the f-?"

Captain, what was that?

"No idea, probably some local animal, though, I haven't heard an animal made that sound for the last few weeks. Seems loud enough to make all the little fellows fly inside the container so suddenly. A-Anyways, signing out. Sam, Trish, Miles, gather the egg heads and the microeans somewhere safe. I don't want a hard time keeping an eye on them in case some animal decides to get hungry."

(End of Recording)

Recording log: QW09-0197

(Two days after QW09-0196 recording)

"Command, are you there? Hello?"

Roger Elite Combat unit C-1CI-

"For crying out loud, cut the formality and just say C-1CI. Anyways, I'm at the location of the camp."

Understand, do you see the captain, his unit, the researchers and the microeans?

"[redacted], the camp is a bloody mess."

P-Pardon?

"The whole [redacted] camp looks like it got hit in a war zone. The camp looks someone shredded the whole place, the drop ship that was sent here look like it went through a meteor field that was driven by a [redacted, seriously C-1CI, please stop using foul language] that couldn't fly himself out of a paper bag, and there are bodies everywhere. Something mutilated these people."

U-Understood, are you sure there's no one around.

"No, the researchers look like someone toss them into a compactor, and the pilots of the ship....half of their body is missing. The captain's unit look like someone put them in a meat grinder. And the captain....I don't want to even describe the way his body looks.

What about the microeans?

"The little aliens? I think I see the container that is supposed to protect them, but it looks something managed to crack it open. I don't think anyone survi- wait a second..."

Eli...C-1CI, what is it?

"...Scratch what I said, I think I found some survivors. I see... I see some Microeans, seems some of them manage to find a hiding spot near the body of a Private Sam."

Really?

"Yeah, though it looks like one hundred of them seems to be here."

Only a hundred? C-1CI, the captain state that he and everyone there found another tree full of them. A tree is usually filled with millions of them.

"Yeah well, only a hundred of them is all I'm reading. And they seem to be terrified out of their mind, they just went up flew inside my body as soon they saw me."

I-I see. C-1CI try to see if you can get the survivors back to HQ right now.

"You sure, what about-"

'rrrrrRAAAHHH!'

"What the [redacted] was that?"

C-1CI, please get the microeans back to HQ right now.

"Alright, alright, you and the Microeans buzzing in my head made your point. I'll get the little guys home. Tell Command and Ado I'm leaving the planet, I'll be there in a few hours. Logging out"

(End of recording)

Note: Shortly after elite combat unit C-1CI safely drop the surviving Microeans to galactic protection, an interview was made to see if any of the survivors could elaborate of what happened. However, none of the microeans tried to talk of the situation, appearing to be traumatized of the whole event. As such, the interview was drop and the survivors are then reunited with the rest of their race.

An attempt was made to recover all deceased UGF personal from the campsite, but upon entering the area, the unit that was sent to recover the bodies remark how there were no bodies at all. No trace of there corpse, no bone, limb or anything, just the wreckage of the of the campsite and the drop ship. Before leaving, the unit remarks that one of them heard some kind of bone chilling scream deep in the trees, upon hearing the recording of one of the units, someone remarks how the scream sounded human, it almost sound like captain York.