Star date 3300.5.23
Oof, what a night. I am still recovering from that awful brew. Fortunately, I am no longer puking and was able to keep some bread down. The weather is clear as can be now and it feels a bit like a taunt. The way the sun is shining, making the snow glisten and the snowbirds sing betrays the reality of the last few days.
I wish I could put fear behind me now that the storm has passed but unfortunately I think I have another problem. The missing tools, the sabotaged equipment, the computer reading, and Bean's paranoid ramblings have led me to a worrisome conclusion. I am not alone.
Something is roaming around the lab at night, something that is likely hostile. The coolant tanks didn’t rupture, they were torn open with a jagged edge. Whether from a tool or a claw remains to be seen. I tried to have the computer generate an image of the suspect, but it didn’t have much to go on other than its hairy, humanlike in size, and aggressive.
In any case, I’ll need to be on guard. The last thing I need is to be jumped by an ice monster and end up as an alien dinner. Though, now that I think about it, I wouldn’t be the first exoplanet explorer to meet their end at the hands of a ferocious, unknown creature. The senior officers at the academy liked to tell the cadets horror stories to get them riled up and mess with their heads. I suppose it was their way of passing the time.
One officer told me of a mission he went on to the perpetually rainy world of Vrochi, an out-of-the-way world with ancient ruins scattered across its entire surface. There, on its drenched surface, he encountered a creature so foul, so wretched, so mind-bogglingly ugly that it killed one of his subordinates just by looking at him. Foul claws ripped his team to shreds and left him with a gash extending from his cheek to his leg. Despite actually having said scar, I am led to believe the details of his story were embellished. Or at least I hope they were. I didn’t really ask.
Another officer was speaking of his time on Fotia, a scorching hot planet circling a dual star system. The sun never sets on Fotia, sand dunes and arid savannah wrap around its equator like a scorched belt. He went on to say how he was out on the dunes by himself when the sands started to shift beneath his feat. Moments later, a massive worm erupted from below, a massive beak full of tentacles opened wide and tried to swallow him whole. He explains he only got away because he was able to reach a rocky outcrop where the worm could get him, but not before the monster dragged his transport beneath the ground never to be seen again.
[Whimpering in the distance]
What in the – Bean? Is that you making that noise?
“BLOOP! S-sorry, Jax. The stories scare me.”
They’re not real, Bean. There’s no need to be scared.
[Defiant whimpering continues]
Well, anyway, the academy was full of horror stories and spooky tales but most of them turn out to be fake. Every now and then you get a credible report of something eating on your crew mates but that happens less than most people think.
[Soft winds rattle against the window]
Most of the time, the weather is your biggest concern. There are very few planets that allow for humans to walk outside without the aid of gravitational repellents and oxygen converters, this ice bucket is unique in that regard. If it weren’t so darn cold, I could run around all day long without any kind of technological crutch, free to run through the woods with nothing but a shirt and pants to cover my skin. Hopefully, the next few months will fly by without disruptions, and I can experience the short window of beauty this world has to offer.
In the mean time, Bean!
[Tiny wheels whir against the steal floor]
Brew me some coffee. I think my stomach had settled enough for me to keep it down.
Mm, oh yeah, the scent of it no longer makes me want to gag. That’s a good sign.
Alright then, this is Jax, signing off. ns184.108.40.206da2