Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-3155949-20130924042049/@comment-3155949-20131102190910

Amocci, you load up the security log dump on your tool. Its records start several years ago, but you opt to only read the last week's events:

''D-1126-- 08:29- Natural hull breach dormitory deck 2ND. Deck 2ND closed. ''

21:24-- 03:32 encrypted communication detected from terminal CT04

D-1127-- 12:00 - encrypted communication detected from terminal CT04

14:42- snub craft refueling

D-1128-- no activity

D-1129-- no activity

D-1130-- dormitory deck 2ND hull breach partially repaired

D-1131-- 12:15 encrypted comunication detected from terminal CT04

--13:05 encrypted communication detected from terminal CT04

D-1132-- 12:00 monthly system restart, no tampering detected during restart

21:02- unauthorized hangar landing, security dispatched

21:05- security paramaters reset; supply station 0013 crew=HOSTILE

21:15- manual dispersal of --NRA3-- via medical bay

21:57- --SECURITY EVENT LOG-- --31 HOSTILE fatalities, 0 FRIENDLY fatalities--

23:30- power irregularity, emergency procedures engaged

23:54- all FRIENDLY evacuated

D-1132-- 01:05 user-set Mu_Ac_Do-log out

01:31- full shutdown-protocol initiated

01:35- non-natural hull breaches detected Power-Module01

01:37- AAAA*$%JPOG($)F+_)S*ROWR(%J

07:35- self-deletion protocol scheduled for 16:00

12:15- unauthorized hangar landing, security dispatched

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Xaknam, you return to the ship with the log drive from the hangar control room. You connect it to the ship's computer, who conducts a deep scan of all files. Several hundred files are corrupted or partially-deleted, save a single A/V log. You open the file, and a hologram of a wounded Imperial Navy officer appears, slouched against a partially-generated holographic wall. He takes shallow breaths, and looks straight ahead, as if shell-shocked. He speaks with an air of cryptic warning before he succumbs to his very-visible wounds. You recognize him as one of the bodies in the control center.

"I believe... It is fitting for the old legends... To warn any who come to find us. Beware, he, the warrior Isemacai in the mists. He, too, has succumbed like the king Grolmitz. Tread with care through the waxing darkness, lest they take your soul into the endless night *coughs*. Junior Captain... Kurt Stollenborg... Imperial Navy, Supply Station 0013, Kohaku Cloud District... *coughs*.

''To all ships in range... Beware Isemacai in the mists..."''

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