*Sounds of tapping against a keyboard can be heard*.....Alright Staff Sergeant...Lets see what makes you tick...
*Sounds of more tapping* M.O.T.H.E.R give me bypass codes into the USCMC Mission Archives....
*Sounds of an autonomous woman's voice*....Yes I am sure M.O.T.H.E.R, I want those codes N-....
*Sounds of a ringing noise*...Good....that will be all, oh and M.O.T.H.E.R,...Never make me ask twice again...understand?
*Sounds of a woman's voice* Now...where was I, ah yes the mission logs.
*Sounds of tapping continues*
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Accessing USCMC Mission Archives....Access Code Requ-Ping!-..Access Code Accepted..
......Welcome Director Hegarty.....
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Loading Audio Recording Of Staff Sergeant Xurphorus Dergens
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Playing Log #1: *Sounds of electrical sparking can be heard in the background*...Testing 1-2, Testing 1-2, Overwatch are you receiving me alright? This is Bravo actual, can you read me? Our gunship went down six or seven clicks due southeast from the rendezvous point after pick up, that puts us about 112 miles from the F.O.B. We need immediate transport *Audio static can be heard*...God dammit, alright guys listen up, we don't have command on the horn, so we're gonna have to wing it from this point on. Seems like everyone is O.K, medics I want you to check on the pilots in the cockpit, I want to know if they are okay. Paul check those LAVs, see if we can use them for transport. Dino and Jim, you guys are on rations check, and emergency supplies.*Sounds of moving around can be heard* Can anyone tell me what the fuck took us down? Dolores what's the damage assessment on the bird. *Sounds of a female marine talking* ...Plasma burns inside of the main engine? How the fuck did these Colonist rebels get a hold of weaponry like that? *More sounds of talking can be heard* The pilot is dead? What about the Co-pilot? *Talking continues* Alright, patch her up, get her ready to move.*Sounds of the female pilot screaming in pain* Whatever took us down...,I get the feeling it isn't finished with us... -End of transmission-
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Playing Log #2: *Sounds of multiple footsteps, and the humming of an engine can be heard in the background* Alright we still have no contact with the F.O.B in the Sovank Colony, nor do we have any contact with the Sulaco still. We may be getting jammed or there might be a shit ton of interference coming from the sandstorm on approach. We managed to salvage parts from the gunship and fixed the two LAVs we had in tow. Thank god for my engineers. The wounded pilot we managed to pull from the wrecked cockpit is still under from the painkillers given to her. She uh....she had been impaled through the abdomen by some kind of fucking spear like object. By the looks of it, the spear went through the fucking canopy, through the main pilot, and into her all before something blew our engines out. She's one hell of a pilot to have still managed an emergency landing before passing out. *Sounds of drinking can be heard* Man its fucking hot down on this piece of shit planet. I guess its too close to the fucking sun during this time of the solar year. Its been about two hours since we left the crash site, I cant really say how far we have gotten since we all can't fit inside of the LAVs so we're pacing ourselves. Leo do you see anything through the binoculars? *Sounds of Leo talking and spitting tobacco after*...Nothing huh? There's a sandstorm on the approach it seems. Alright Bravo we're gonna have to set up shop. Jim you see that overpass? Take us over there we're gonna hunker down over there. Wait out the storm. *Heavy winds can be heard building up in the audio* -End of transmission-
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Playing log #3: This is Bravo actual sounding off, If anyone is receiving me on this channel *Sounds of heavy winds blowing in the background* We have set up camp under a rocky overpass to take shelter from the sandstorm. My squad is fine, but I cant say much about the pilots of Transport-436. The primary pilot is dead, and the co-pilot is still unconscious, she's a fighter that one. Communications still seem to be on the fritz on our end, but I will keep attempting to make contact every so often. *Sounds of music can be heard faintly echoing in the wind, the instrumental of ''Baba O'Riely'' by The Who playing from one of the LAVs can be heard* Still a lot of chop out there... Stover dust off your armor, take two guys and patrol the immediate perimeter. Be back here in 20. *Sounds of boots clattering against the ground* Short range radios are still working, let me know if you see anything out there. *Sounds of talking can be heard* I just got word that the pilot should be waking up soon from one of my medics, nice ass on that one, strictly off the record of course. I'm still skeptical that it was the rebel colonists that took us down like that. Even if it was...where do you think they would have gotten energy weaponry that advanced? Cutting transmission for now. Don't want the enemy to intercept our communications...Xur out. -End of transmission-
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Playing log #4: *Sounds of multiple voices speaking over each other* Calm Down! I need to hear it from fucking Stover. Marine what did you run into out there and what the fuck killed Pvt. Masterson. *Sounds of Specialist Jacob Stover can be heard speaking hysterically*....Stover are you sure that's what you saw? ...Some fucking masked man with a shoulder mounted weapon? *More talking can be heard* ...Plasma weaponry... could it have been the motherfu- Stover youre bleeding, did you get hit out there? Melissa check his wound, Dolly check the damage on his armor...*Dolores can be heard speaking*...Wait, did I hear that correctly? That's the same kind of plasma burns you found on the gunship? Melissa whats the status on Stover? *Sounds of talking* You stopped the bleeding? Good to hear. You there, Pvt. Kirby, you went with Stover and Masterson, can you confirm this story? *A Voice can be heard* You did what you could for Masterson marine, don't blame yourself. *Sounds of beeping can be heard coming from Xur's communicator* Holy shit..., It's the Sulaco, they are prepping a dropship to pick us up from the ground. I guess they heard my hails on their end. Alright start packing everything up,...It's time we get off this fu- *Clicking can be heard echoing in the background, then a loud beast like roar* Holy Fucking Shit! *Sounds of gunfire and energy weaponry firing in the background* -End of transmission-
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Playing log #5: *Sounds of heavy winds blowing, and a large explosion can be heard in the background* God Dammit! That thing was dead how the fuck did it blow up the cam-.....INCOMING!!! *Sounds metal crashing along the ground and thudding*...Ungh.. Fucking shit...that blast had some kick to it...*Coughing and heavy breathing can be heard* ...Shape up Bravo we lost the campsite and one of the LAVs. Are we all here? Bravo sound off! *Sounds of marines talking*...Shit that blast took three guys with it...alright we're down to twelve guys including myself. The rendezvous point for the pick up is about...*Sounds of beeping coming from Xur's Arm computer* Alright we're going to have to make our way there now. It's 12 miles off from our current location *Marines complaining in the background* Shut it Bravo, the storm is causing too much chop for them to meet us any closer. We lost a total of five marines during this shit fucking operation, I'm not losing anyone else, not to some fucking rebels, nor to some fucking monsters playing American Ninja -fucking- Warrior. Jim...,Jim! Stop fucking throwing up and get the fuck over here. I need you to carry these explosives! *Sounds of a marine throwing up can be heard in the background*...Jeez...poor kid. -End of transmission-
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Playing log #6: Overwatch this is Xur, we made it to the rendezvous point without major incident. We're securing the perimeter for the Land Zone, I need an ETA on the dropship. *Sounds of radio static can be heard from Xur's radio* Marines we have about 6 minutes till our ride arrives. I want a standard formation while we're here, I don't want nothing sneaking up on us again. I personally am fed up with this nightmare fucking planet. *Sounds of marines talking can be heard* Rah to that marines, when we get back drinks are on me. *Sounds of engine turbines can be heard in the background gradually getting louder* Alright guys our ride is almost here, Leo pop the flare and toss it to the rear, let them know where to land. *Specialist Leo can be heard speaking, then the sparking noise of a signal flare* Hey...do you guys see what I see? *Sounds of marines chatting* No, over there on the dune at our nine o'clock. Do you see that shim- *Multiple roars can be heard in the distance over the sound of the electrical sparks* No....fucking....way, Marines! We Got Company! Weapons Free! *Sounds of gunfire can be heard* -End of transmission-
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Playing log #7: Lets Go! Lets Go! Our ride has landed! *Sounds of Xur firing his M41C can be heard* Get some you son ugly motherfuckers!!! I want cover fire for the wounded, load them on first!*The loading hatch of the dropship can be heard opening* Holy shit..., Kaipov you brought your injured ass down here just for little old me? *Sounds of Staff Sergeant Victor Kaipov speaking* Ooo-fucking-Rah to that Kaipov. Light them up Bravo! *Sounds of energy weapons and explosions can be heard* Stover!...Stover! Its dead! Get on the dropship! We are about to lift off! Pilot! Set the rear guns to motion sense and close the bay doors, we are onboard. *Sounds of voices over the radio* Don't worry about what the fuck is attacking us, Get us the fuck outta here! *The rear sentry guns can be heard firing at random bursts as the cargo doors close* Brace for accelerated launch marines, hold on to something sturdy! *Loose metal can be heard rattling in the background as the dropship launches* Did we just fucking make it?....We just slapped death across the face with big marine dicks! Fuck Yea! Take That Shit Death! We Own You! *Sounds of marines celebrating in the background and Kaipov talking* Hey man, thanks for fucking covering us down there we need the fucking he-*Sounds of clicking can be heard behind Kaipov* Get Down! -End of transmission-
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............Warning! Unauthorized user detected!......System Lockout Imminent!
*Sounds of tapping on the keyboard stops* Dammit..., I'll have Agent Carson look into this further. M.O.T.H.E.R sweep my tracks. I don't want Marine internal affairs knowing I was snooping in their files.
*Sound of an autonomous woman's voice* Good, now tell me..., Where is the Sulaco's next mission departure?
*M.O.T.H.E.R begins to speak* Alright scrap it, have them change course towards the outer sector. LV-624 was it?
*Sounds of metal closing and footsteps in the background*
Gahn'tha-cte Bhu'ja: Honorable duelist, beserker charger, jungle hunter.
