Tales of Redemption

Sir Joshuah's Journal
Sir Joshuah Malley

Paramount village
Sir Joshuah Malley

Three men on motorcycles attacked us looking for the orb. Drew knocked them down with a well placed grenade, but what seemed like the strongest got back up and ran into the forest. John followed as Drew tackled one – managing to hold him down. Such that my opponent was on the ground, I put my rifle back and drew my sword.

Cross shot the man I was approaching in the leg with a laser gun twice before I was able to get to him. Upon arriving I kicked the gun out of his hand. In a move of desperation, he grabbed my ankle to trip me up. I managed to keep my balance, but I knew this battle was done. The man was scared and just fighting to stay alive, so I offered him surrender. When he accepted, I motioned to Cross to ceasefire.

Their names were Irk and Zen. They didn’t want to talk about who sent them, but they did slip and say they were searching for the orb, and knew we had it. Zen was a little mouthy and before I knew it Drew’s fist was helping him close it. After a little more coercion, Irk spoke up and said they were working for a man named Groc. Sensing Zen’s anger switching from Drew to Irk gave me the impression he was telling us the truth. He claimed that the third guy was higher up on the ladder than they were an didn’t know much about him.

Fearing Irk’s life was in danger from Zen, we took his gear and striped down a cycle and told him to head back towards Paramount. We gave Zen a first aide kit, a rusty knife and send him walking. I took the second bike and gave it to the farmer to help him after the loss of his horse. The third bike went into Cross’s trailer. John’s was gently and very carefully put on top of the trailer and securely strapped down with some rope. A brief radio contact with him had him in a position to snipe the third, and told us he would catch up.

It must have been ten or twenty miles up the road before we encountered anyone else. A car was stranded with its hood up along the road and a couple people working on it. A Cyber-Knight, Borg, and Soldier were setting up camp. We greeted each other and Cross decided to fix and improve their car while the rest of us made camp. While the soldier was out getting food, the Knight told me they were on a quest to help him find an artifact called #3. An organization had captured his family and was holding them hostage while he retrieved the thing from Columb. The Borg told us that mages in the area were talking of a doom to fall from the sky in the imminent future.

I wanted to help them, pretty sure that what they needed to complete their quest was in fact right next to them, but I promised the stalker I would return the item to Dayton. I only hope that I will be able to help sometime in the future, I have a feeling it wasn’t the last time we’ll meet these people. For now, I have a feeling the orb is more important than any of us may realize. I only hope we can return it to the right people.

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Sir Joshuah's Journal Entry 2
Sir Joshuah Malley

Sir Joshuah Malley

They saved a little girl tonight. In my doubt, in my hesitation, I failed her, the team, and myself. The place was called Middletown, some miles south of Dayton. Jonathan and Cross pulled into the bar, Drew remained outside on watch and I went to the General Store. It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes before they all showed up looking for me with a man named Jedge in tail, who looked rather distraught. John told me the man’s daughter Jenny was kidnapped by a green monster and had already agreed to try to find her.

I remember it well – how could I forget? It was extraordinarily cold that winter, my first winter. It had been years since I had been outside the camp — but my new-found confidence in my abilities drove me on. I came across a small farm, it reminded me of my own, but that was a lifetime ago. I knocked on the door, and a very distraught young man, answered. He invited me in for tea and warmth, over which we discussed his problem. His fiancé had been kidnapped by a monster in the woods. He had been able to track them to a cave nearby, but he dared not enter for fear of his own life. I offered my assistance to vanquish the fowl beasts that committed the heinous crime, and set off the next morning to the cave of which he spoke.

Silently, I crept towards the mouth listening for any movement. A green humanoid type creature with what looked like moss for hair emerged. I announced myself and his crime and attacked. He did not move to defend, but it was too late to stay my thrust through his chest.

A woman screamed, and the girl I was to rescue emerged. She took to the monsters side, who in his last breath said “I’m sorry”. I was confused. The woman got up hysterical with both sadness and rage, and slapped me across my face. She then explained that she had refused to marry the man I met, and chose the better man, who happened to be a D-Bee. In my blind justice, I made a grave error. I vowed not to rush in without first investigating the matter further and making sure my course of action was correct.

While Cross and John were picking up some last minute supplies, I dishonorably tried to distance myself from this particular endeavor, it was all moving too fast. I turned off my radio, told Drew to head south so he did not follow me, and I rode north. During my time, I thought on the events of the past, and those of my recent dream. I decided that by running from past mistakes was not the right course of action. I radioed a check in and returned to town to join the others. They had made their way to Jedge’s farm and I made swiftly to join them.

In our best show of teamwork yet, we organized into a solid formation with me on point tracking, Drew and Jonathan on support, and Cross behind with the heavy weaponry. Oddly enough, Cross was rather cooperative and focused, more than usual, I wish I had been, perhaps it could’ve ended differently.

We approached a clearing and a cave, and decided to split up in a sense. Cross made his way to the river in the middle, Jonathan hung back for cover support, Drew was sneaking in the way that Borgs can’t. Upon seeing the cave, my fear returned, and I kept behind Drew. The next sequence happened in a blur. Cross was ambushed on the bank of the river, Drew launched a rocket at the entrance and sniper fire came from behind. I looked for my pistol, but I had left it back at the farm (note to self: carry pistol in holster). When John began to close in, I followed.

At the entrance, a grenade was thrown from the inside, which I managed to kick away before it exploded. We made our way to the interior, until we came to a corner. John proposed I run in to distract and they would cover me. I swung around the corner face to face with another Lizard man, whom I tackled to the ground. I tried to talk to him, to stay my fears of making a mistake; but, it proved futile. Cross shot the lizard man, and it fell limp.

In the room was a circle of chanting mages. Jonathan and Drew began picking them off one by one with their guns. It was painful to watch, but I need to remember, they were casting a spell and the guards were hostile. I went to the girl, made sure she was ok, and shielded her from Jonathan and Drew, now beating the mages with their fists. I should have stopped them, but I didn’t, I couldn’t. I carried the girl out and we made out way back to the farm. Cross and Jonathan captured one of the monsters and hauled it off to town with us.

I took a shot at the bar, left the reward money on the counter, climbed on my horse and rode north in disgust. Disgusted with the exertion of excessive force, and disgusted with myself. By the Code I swear I will not let this happen again. Things are going to change.

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Drew's Mental Logs
Drew Logan

Andrew “Drew” Logan

John is back. He got ahead of us. A little surprising.

All internal weaponry at 100% power.

I pull John’s cycle off of the truck roof at his request. Weight value within safe handling limits. John wants to head out quickly.

They all waste time talking. I keep watch around us. I listen for sounds they will not hear. No-one is near us. Now they clearly state where the orb we carry is hidden. Lucky imbeciles. John should have known better.

Hearing check satisfactory. No abnormal functions.

Finally we ride.

They pick up pace oblivious to the condition fo the road. Daring. Hovercycle performance meets expectations.

There is a town here not marked on the map. No shock there. They stop for alcohol. I watch my gear. Theirs too I guess. I scan the area, I discern no threats. Humans walk around. Josh shops for supplies. He has more sense than the others.

Visual sensors check satisfactory. No abnormal functions.

An old human is seeking help. He accosts John and Cross. They waste time listening to him. The two of them go to the store Josh is in. I’m barely even noticed. Good.

Josh comes out, tells me to ride south to look for a human girl. I comply.

I see no human within a mile and head back. I don’t wish to separate from the group at this time. Josh is maintaining radio silence. Odd.

Radio check satisfactory. No abnormal functions.

John requests my aid at the old human’s farm. I ride there.

Josh breaks his radio silence. John requests him with us. He complies.

We gear up to go hunt a monster. John suggests I bring heavy weapons.

We wait on Josh to track. Tracking was not a part of my training. Josh arrives and he leads our way. They talk while walking. Idle speculation. I am surprised we are not heard.

Our walking speed is 2.9 miles per hour.

The tracks lead to a river bank and a cave. I hear chanting. I expect there will be mages amongst them. I can see guards.

Motion dector registers no unexpected motion nearby.

I sneak out a short way while they waste more words. They move to do some things. No discipline or leadership. Disorganized. I grab the guard’s attention with a missile. I follow that up with another. I’m asked to stop and comply.

Remaining armor piercing missile inventory is 10 out of 12.

Creatures come up out of the water. The others dispatch them with precision. We enter the cave and follow the chanting.

Passive nightvision engages.

John and I lay down suppression fire before entering the large chamber. Josh is attacked. He has it under control.

John and I pick off the mages. Cross takes over for Josh. Josh rescues the child. I escort them out. John and Cross search for valuables.

I explore the rest of the cave. I find another exit. It looks like more of the creatures fled. Coward D-Bees. No different from the others. I seal this entrance with the last of my grenades.

Remaining explosive greanade inventory is zero out of 8. Smoke grenade inventory is 4 out of 4. I need to restock on explosives.

I find my way to the first entrance. They seal that end. We have a prisoner. Cross is handling it.

We take the girl back. The air temperature is 32.4 degrees centigrade. Our speed is 4.1 miles per hour.

The girl is returned. A reward is given. I get ready to ride.

We go back to the town. The prisoner comes with us.

There are words said in the town to the townspeople. My companions are upsetting the Humans. Josh appears upset. He leaves wordlessly.

His bearing is North-northwest 352 degrees. I follow.

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Johnathan Reily Logbook
Johnathan Reily

Johnathan “Trigger” Reily

I was very fortunate that he had made no efforts to conceal his tracks thru the woods, since my abilities in that department are lacking, I had tracked the attacker for about ten miles. I had to reposition myself for a clear shot, I had no intensions of leaving him alive, but fate has a way of screwing things up. The tree I had chosen for my perch was, like most of the tree’s in the area, less then stellar and gave way just before I made my shot. By the time I had repositioned myself, another group had approached my target. They were plane, nondescript and not human. They numbered about ten or so and I figured I had no chance to get a clear shot without jeopardizing my position, my life and ultimately my mission. They made off hastily and I reserved myself for a reencounter at some later point. This, I was sure, was inevitable.

I made my way back to our original position and found that the group I’ve been traveling with was gone. They had at least taken my bike and what looked like traveled north along the road. I set foot to floor and embarked steadfastly to reach them. Hours later, when I finally caught up with them, I found their alert level was non-existent. I was able to plant a mock trap and simply put, if I was an ambush, they would all have been dead, this is something we need to work on if we intend on staying alive and collecting our reward.

The next town, which mind you was not on any map I have, was Middletown. Another cowpoke hole in the wall, ripe for disaster should we stay too long, but this one was no longer in a dry county. Thank the heavens. First stop; fill up on liquor, because an empty tank is a waste of space. This is where we encountered Jed. Jed was a rather sad fellow who had just lost his daughter Jenny to a green "demon", thought by our band of road scholars to be a “tree dragon”. I lost my better judgment for a moment and took Jed to see our patron saint of goodness Josh. Who immediately took up the cause and decided for the group that this was a task worth finishing, all the while I thinking to myself “why am I doing this”. We made our way to Jed’s farm, if there was an older place alive, I don’t know where it could have been. We approached without the company of Josh, whom had wandered off in a feverish daze north instead of west. I like him, but something is wrong with him. Let’s just hope it doesn’t get us all killed.

Jed’s daughter was all of 10 years old and as Jed’s description put it, “blonde hair, brown eyes, and blue dress”. Her abduction by “tree dragons” had happened earlier this morning and the trail was relatively easy to follow. We tracked thru the woods, quietly and in a short wedge formation making our way towards what we thought was a simple task. As the wood thinned the ground opened up to reveal ravine. The base of the ravine was a babbling brook with pockets of deep water, one of which lay under a non-natural bridge. The bridge spanned the ravine from our side to an opening in on the other side. I immediately took position to snipe the cave entrance while the rest of the group made their way down the trail. Located on the bridge was a stone alter of sorts with many bloodstains littering it’s top, obviously a sacrificial mount, but what kind of “tree dragon” performs sacrificial offerings? Things started to look bad.

The ensuing firefight was a textbook example of poor teamwork, although routine, it was poorly timed and lacked stealth. Several opponents awaited us at the door but were quickly dispatched. Rockets, I believe was the cause. We entered the cave with little resistance and made our way deeper, dropping, without impunity, anything green over 4 feet tall. Josh seemed disturbed by our lack of control and I think he felt that killing them was not necessary. CyberKnights!

After clearing the cave, we recovered Jenny unscathed, and several other odd items which I’ll log after further examination. One of which was our prisoner. I have never seen a “tree dragon” before; I would have thought them a bit more birdlike, oh well. We returned the Jenny to her father and kept only half of his reward, and after a short trip back to town to deliver our prisoner to the locals we embarked north.
Josh traveled ahead of us, quiet and reserved, like a time bomb slowly inching towards destruction. Our guide, our salvation, our last hope for redemption, maybe this CyberKnight knows a lot more about life then the rest of us. Fate has once again lead me down a path I don’t understand, yet am doomed to follow

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Crosslog
Cross Operator

Nathan Cross

adjusts the camera accordingly, sits back staring at it and clicks to make sure the computer has the right time set, for once. The image flickers once, twice, and finally Cross is again looking at himself, drink in hand and waits a few moments before speaking

“Right, so our little crew rolls on into this little hole in the wall called Middletown. We were right set to settle in for the eve, leastways long enough to knock off some of the road dust and enough even for that righteous one to settle himself down some. Never did get that chance.”

takes a shot and waits a moment

“Seems some farmer’s daughter gone and got herself taken by a creature. Tree dragon i said at first. Kept ‘em from thinking too seriously about anything, so i wasn’t about to let any of them in on the joke. Think that one jon may’ve been on the ball, but i know the knight and ‘borg were left scratching their heads. Still, there was a young one needed savin’, and much as im one to let matters lay, didnt seem right to let the kid slip up cause her father couldnt keep an eye on her, ‘specially out here. So after grabbing some gear at a pretty slipshod shop, me n’ the biker saddled up and headed for the farm, ’borg in tow. Took the knight a while to catch up with us and im preferring not to think about why he wandered off.”

“And after bumbling round like a couple jackrabbits, seems i tripped into some tracks and we managed to follow them best we could to a cave out in the woods settin’ over a creek. Old habits die hard, but i take my killin seriously. Figger even im not willin’ to admit the full events, so, needless to say, we tripped up a hornet’s nest something fierce and managed to avoid the worst of the stings. Even managed to get into the cave and free the girl from the DBees seemed they were settin’ up to sacrifice her. Grabbed a few rifles, armor and weapons too. Didn’t seem to be CS, or anything i recognize right off, still, figger theyre more’n good enough for a few creds. And ill take a few more creds over not enough, even when lending a helping hand id prefer not have bit off. Turned one of the lizards into a porter and made our ways back to the town, returned the daughter, got a reward, and were ready to relax before headin back out. The knight werent so kindly about it.”

quiet again

“Boy’s gonna run into quite a few hard lessons if he aint hit em already. Never did kin to some of these righteous types. World’s a harsh place and man’s got to be able to pick himself up by his own bootstraps. Even if he keeps getting knocked down. Killin’ aint a happy thing, but round here, this place. Either you kill or you get killed, seems i done heard that somewhere before and it seemed quite right. Still, im of a mind to follow this fella ‘till we return that little device he’s got secreted away, moreso to see if whoever wants it knows just what that thing can do. Seems i just cant keep myself clear of trouble. Pity that. Cross out.”

image reaches for something offscreen after downing the rest of contents of the glass, the image flickers once..then shunts to black

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Sir Joshuah's Journal Entry #3
Sir Joshuah Malley

Sir Joshuah Malley

Once again the artifact is in our possession – this time by choice rather than circumstance. Is fate toying with us? The day started back in Middletown as we prepared to make the last leg of our journey to Dayton. Jonathan was stricken by a strange bout of illness that the town’s doctor could not diagnose. We decided to move on to Dayton with John in the back of Cross’ vehicle. As we loaded up, a strange fellow by the name Hastings asked for a lift. Cross kindly obliged and let this new man ride shotgun.

The trip itself was uneventful, but upon arriving, we found a checkpoint at the entrance to the city. Drew and Cross parked their vehicles in the lot next to a spider tank. Nert was here to greet us and to show us to the museum to complete our mission. Despite the fact we knew John would resent being left in Coalition care, we had no choice but to put him in the hands of the towns infirmary.

The entrance to the museum was adorned with statues of what seemed to be local heroes – one of which was Andrew Logan. Indeed, it was the very same person I had kept company with for quite a while now, and whom I considered a friend. Looking at the statue and then at my friend, I felt the sensation that the stone was more human than the person that stood before me. I had always hoped Drew would soften up, and this statue showed that deep under his hard shell, a human still remained. Perhaps if I ask him what he did to gain the respect of this town, and why he never mentioned it would be a good start.

Inside we met with a man named Gregory who showed us where the artifact’s rightful place was. While I retrieved it from my horse, Hastings handed over a package of some sorts to Gregory. As I placed the item, memories of the troupe we encountered at the diverging path came back to me. It was a shame that this little device could save a family, but was to sit in a display case for people to look at. So much potential for such a little ball – alas, there was nothing I could do. With our mission complete, we began to head out when Hastings smelled something odd. Gregory left us, seemingly in a hurry as Drew and Hastings tried to find the source of the scent. They traced it to the air vents, and then to a room of dead bodies. Something was rotten in the state of Dayton.

We were unable to investigate further as a suit of power armor crashed through the side of the building and began attacking. Cross took the artifact from the display in an effort to protect – what was as far as we knew – what the attackers were after. Drew ran off to keep the PA occupied while Cross, Hastings, and myself made our way back to the lobby where we were greeted by a hail of fire from two assailants in body armor.

I laid cover fire as Hastings, in an impressive display of agility, leaped to the attackers armed only with a knife and brought one down. We managed to take them out, and upon removing their helmets, discovered that one was a man, and the other a girl. We had not time for questions – Cross knocked them out and Hastings carried them to a back room to keep them out of the way. Cross and I took our rifles and ran to Drew who was taking heavy damage. From a distance we fired on the PA as Drew ducked and rolled. Eventually Coalition SAMAS came to deal with it. Drew and I made our way to the front entrance while Cross and Hastings went towards the back in pursuit of Gregory.

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Drew's Mental Logs Entry #2
Andrew Logan

Preparations are made to return the artifact in Dayton. Where it was originally stolen from. I consider this plan a waste of time. Who am I to argue. Jon is inexplicably ill. Local doctor is worthless. This justifies the trip to Dayton.

No medical scanner unit installed for my own monitoring. Should be an eventual upgrade.

Jon and his equipment is secured with Cross. A man named Hastings asks to accompany us. We accept. He rides with Cross as well.

Voice modulation is functional. Ultrasonic frequency transmittal satisfactory.

Uneventful trip to Dayton. Very little radio chatter. Begin internal life support systems diagnostic.

Diagnostic completed. All systems functioning normal.

Arrival at Dayton. As expected there is a large Coalition presence. We leave our vehicles and heavy weaponry outside of the town. Inside the town we meet a Coalition Psy-Stalker. He identifies himself as Nert.

Voice is a positive match to previous conversations.

We drop off John with CS doctors for care. Nert brings us to the Museum. Statues line the walkway. They are town heroes. One of them…
One of them…
is of me…

It was cold out, and Andrew could feel the cold even through his standard-issue deadboy armor. Like the rest of his team he had his weapon at the ready while lying prone, facing the trail. And like the rest of his squad he was bored out of his mind. They had been assigned to watch the supply line to this town two months ago and nothing had happenned since they arrived. He shifted around a bit to prevent cramping, and to induce some movement to keep him warm.

The “supply line” they were guarding was little more than a dirt trail leading out of some nearby town and towards the grand Coalition city of Chi-Town. Every few days a small convoy of Coalition vehicles would arrive, load up with whatever cargo they were carrying, and drive back out. Andrew’s group was under orders to observe if anyone else came to this town and loaded themselves with the same stuff the Coalition was buying.

“Ammunition,” Smith told him one night, when he asked what the Coalition was buying. “This little dung heap town is selling ammunition to the Coalition.”
“Why would the CS deal with poor trash as these?” Asked Barker, coming over to join the conversation.
“Because they’re humans, and don’t like Dee-Bee’s much more than we do.” Smith explained. Barker spit at the mention of Dee-Bee’s. Smith continued, “Humans have to band together if we’re going to survive and take back our world. We can’t just look down on this town because they aren’t as advanced as us. We need to befriend them and bring them fully onto our side, as allies.”
“If we’re trying to make them allies then why are we here, spying on whether or not they’re selling to anyone else?” asked Andrew.
Smith smiled. “Because if we make sure we’re their only friend, then they’ll have no choice but to become our allies. And humanity will only become stronger for it!”

So far the only supply vehicles using this road were Coalition ones. The team they relieved had only ever seen Coalition vehicles. As had the team before them. And the one before them. And likely their replacements in 22 months as well. A sudden burst of static over the radio interrupted Andrew’s thoughts.

“Frakkin’ shit! We got trouble at ten o’clock!”

Hearing Smith shout that warning, Andrew turned around to look and saw a flock of what appeared to be ugly women with bird wings and legs. They were screeching horribly and several of them were carrying what appeared to be people in tattered body armor. They were flying straight towards his direction, and there must’ve been at least 50 of them. While he was still taking in the horror of it all laser fire started blasting into them. Over the radio he heard the voices of his comrades.

“Are those people they’ve got?”
“Aim for the wings!”
“What in the Emporer’s Name are those things?”
“They’re heading for the town!”
“There’s too many of them!”
“We should regroup at camp!”
“Hold your positions!”
“We’ve gotta save those people!”
“Just shoot to kill, people. This is just like target practice in basic training.”
“They’re swarming all around!”
“Logan! Wake up!”

Andrew snapped out of his daze just in time to see several of the creatures about to fly right into him. He snapped his laser rifle up and squeezed off a few wild rounds before barely managing to dodge out of the way. The things flew right through where he was sitting and turned around to make another pass. A quick survey of the area showed Andrew that his teamates were all dealing with their own groups of these monsters. He turned back to the group after him just in time for them to rake him with their claws as they passed by a second time. He fired off another wild volley of his rifle, striking one of the creatures. She plummeted to the Earth, screaming.

On the third pass of the creatures Andrew was able to get some shots off before they got close enough. He injured one of the girls but they still came at him. He tried to dodge out of the way when they got close but waited just a little too late. Instead of raking him again, this time two of them grabbed him as they passed and carried him off the ground with them. As he was pulled up in the air he was attacked by the others that were flying around him now instead of towards him. He tried to fire his gun but they managed to pull it from him and start hitting him with it, as if it were a club. Higher and higher they climbed, then they all turned around and began to divebomb the ground. Andrew started screaming as he was pulled through the sky headfirst towards the ground. The bird-women let go of him about fifty feet from the road and banked away, leaving him to fall the rest of the way. He hit the ground with a loud crunch, bounced twice, and stopped moving.

Internal clock shows only 11.7 seconds has passed.

Some of my companions seem to notice the resemblence between me and the statue here. I don’t say anything about it, only answer some basic questions. We continue into the museum. Hastings also had a package to deliver. Our item is returned. Hastings begins sniffing inquisitivly.

Molecular analyzer detects the chemecials associated with decaying bodies in the air.

The museum person who was with us disappears. I aid Hastings in determining where the smell is coming from. There is a large noise from the next room. I investigate. The others follow Hastings to find the dead bodies. I encounter a suit of power armor destroying its way through the museum.

All my heavy weapons are back at my bike.

It fires a missile at me. I dodge it. I engage the power armor in close range combat using my vibroblade. I can only slow it down, not stop it. I attempt to give my fragile human companions time to get clear of this thing. The power armor pilot responds to my attacks with point blank rail gun fire. I don’t dodge all the shots.

Armor integrity down by almost half.

The power armor blasts through the wall and outside to escape. SAMAS’ engage it. I stand back. Josh joins me. My companions seemed to have gotten into a firefight but emerged victorious. And with less damage than my armor sustained.

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Sir Joshuah's Journal Entry #4

Sir Joshuah Malley

As the SAMAS pummeled the power armor, it bent down over a sewer cover and the pilot escaped. Drew and I made our way over the scene, but were abruptly stopped by a Coalition soldier who told us not to move. Each passing moment the trail of the attacker was getting colder and I could see Drew itching to get on it. Eventually we were told to report to the back alley behind the museum where Nert, Cross, and Hastings were waiting for us. Nert reviled that the attackers were actually after the package that Hastings had delivered and not our orb. He took the prisoners in for questioning and we made our way to the nearest sewer access.

Upon noticing smoke and fire coming from the parking area, Cross decided to investigate. I gave my horse to aide him in expediting his journey, but he chose to walk instead. In the sewers we headed in the general direction that the pilot was last seen, and when we found a trail, if went back the way we came. We came to two forks and we split up each time. At this point any hope of finding the pilot was getting slim and we regrouped near a door I found. Drew gave the door a little motivation to open, but all we saw was cobwebs and dust.

Cross came on the radio, and strongly suggested we get out of the sewers so as not to be caught as mistaken identities. The Coalition would be sure to be looking for the culprit as well. I intend on investigating this path later. What secrets does it hold? I’ll ask Drew to come along; it will be a good opportunity to talk to him about the statue if nothing else.

We reconvened in a place called Mario’s in which we found a recovering Jonathan. Apparently Cross found him at the scene near the parking lot. He left the infirmary to check out the commotion and get his gear. We relayed what had happened to each of us so we were all on the same page. John, Cross and I debated what to do next, where to go, and what of the orb.

Cross laid out basically what the orb was capable of. I didn’t understand most of it other than it was a component for a very powerful weapon. John argued that the orb should be destroyed to prevent anyone form attaining that much power – absolute power corrupts absolutely. On the other hand Cross felt that the device should be sold to a customer who would use the device for “good”. I agreed with Cross that the best use of the orbs potential lie in getting it to someone who would use it for “good” but I also agreed with John in that no one would be able to handle that much power properly.

Fate had dealt us a strange hand indeed. I am content that our original mission of returning the orb to its original owner has been completed. After seeing what was to become of it, I have decided that the best course of action is to assist our friends headed to Columb and I convinced the others to put off the decision to sell or destroy the artifact until this objective has been seen out. Currently the vehicles are impounded and subject to search, which gives us some time to look into that Gregory character at Cross’ request as well as restock.

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Drew's Mental Logs Entry #3
Andrew Logan

The SAMAS’ and the power armor fight. The power armor falls over. The pilot jumps out and into the sewers below. I move forward to follow and capture. The SAMAS’ tell me to stop. I comply. The power armor pilot gets further and further away from us.

Internal weapons at 100% capacity.

Josh and I rejoin our group. They want to go down a different manhole to go after the museum man that escaped. Gary. I agree. We reach the manhole. There is smoke coming from where our vehicles are parked. Cross leaves us to check on our vehicles. Hastings, Josh and I go down.

Thermal-vision scan shows no significant heat signatures.

I produce a flashlight. Josh tracks the fleeing human. The trail is lost. We split up. Josh calls us back to a door he found. With effort I open the door.

Stress exertion within safety parameters.

The fugitives could not have gone through this door. Cross radios us. Suggests we leave the sewers. We comply. We find him with John, who is feeling better now. Our vehicles are okay. We won’t be able to leave right away.

Temperature is 73.7 degrees.

We rent hotel rooms to clean up in. I clean off the sewer sludge on me and my armor. I return downstairs to meet my companions. We discuss what to do now in the bar. Cross makes up stories about the orb we now carry again. We decide to chase the only lead we have on who is after the orb. A person named Grok. Hastings agrees to join us.

No interesting conversations within eavesdropping distance.

We retire to bed. I am still no closer to finding out where my brother is. Maybe I will ask Nert about the prison. Or should I ask John first? I want to know Why my brother Trent would practice magic. What was he thinking? What happenned to our mother? I will ask him those questions when I find him.

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Crosslog Entry 2
Cross Operator

Nathan Cross

Right, another day older, another day of getting shot at and not seeing much in return for it. Im not one to place much on obligationg less i have to, but at this point frustration is the easiest way to describe whats going on.

Finally we managed to get ourselves into Dayton after a lot of hemming n’ hawin’, though i werent none too pleased to find dead boys crawlin’ all over the place nice as you please. still, with jonathan down with something and us not planning on doing anything more than stoppin over to drop off the whatsis and make some profit, i dont suppose ive much to complain about. ’sides, last i checked not like ive any outstanding warrants in the states. cant say much for the fellows with me.

though weve picked us up another member. feller just aint right in the head, and im guessin that means we done got us one of those Crazies. nasty in a fight, unpredicatable cusses too, this one calls himself Hastings. but those boys got all sorts of hangups cause of those implants. though i aint actually seen the damned things as of yet, boy act too wired and just too fast to be anything but, and i know damned sure he aint got one of them juicing rigs. right, back to the point. psycho’s makin a delivery run same place same as we are. joshua is of a mind to help every last creature we finds on our path, im not so accomadtin’, but with jonathan down and so close to the damn city, didnt seem right to bother arguin the point.

but here we are, in the amn city and made our drop and the weaselin’ sunnuva bitch Greg is “curator”. i was wonderin’ what scam that deserter was going to run with here, didnt have long to find out. we made our drops and before even the subject of payment could get brought up, seems the mueseum was all sorts of attacked. Drew kept some jumper in Samson busy while the crazy, the knight and myself bagged some others.

Eneded up turning who we caught over to the CS. WORSE, seems it werent the only fight going right then. found out after we made a hasty exit that another attack went on in the parking area and those DAMNED COALITON RATBAGS impounded the Outrider. of all the gorram frakked….

takes several breaths

bastards let us grab a few items, and after the knight and the other went on a nice little chase, we gathered up at some local waterin hole. paid for rooms and made a lot of noise about what we were doin next. lot of chatter got thrown out, think we boiled the gist down to stick around and either question Greg the next couple days while they finish searching our vehicles, then take ourselves and head for Columb, see what theyve got themselves out there.

personally, after i get these suits patched up, im gonna grab some sleep then see if i cant unload some of those extra hoverbikes im haulin round here. grab some credit and get to a decent town with a cyber-doc. or at least find somewhere with a job waitin. got some now to run with, but after repairs and maintenance, well, i got a powerful need to to eat.

but thats me,

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