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EmailName1:"FORREST XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait1:"testport"
EmailIcon1:"testicon"
EmailText1:"Soldier...this is Captain William Diego...there isnÆt much time...so you must listen. I have the unique advantage of seeing this whole situation from every imaginable perspective. Until recently, I was a pawn of those vile and disgusting creatures, those corrupters of mind and body. I have managed to cleanse myself of their putrescence...but IÆve severely compromised myself in the process. IÆm in the sickbay on the foredeck of the Rickenbacker. I would come to you if I can, but thatÆs impossibility. YouÆll understand when we meet. Now get to it...and soldier...good work. And stay alive.\n"
EmailName2:"SHODAN XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait2:"testport"
EmailIcon2:"testicon"
EmailText2:"t is clear that the secondary meson acceleration beyond this portal has also been sabotaged...if you approach it, youÆll destroy the rest of this ship.\n"
EmailName3:"MANY XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
EmailPortrait3:"testport"
EmailIcon3:"testicon"
EmailText3:"Your time is running out. The walls of this ship overflow with...unity...and life. Your weapons break, your ammunition runs low...and youÆve yet to see our most beautiful creation. All you have is your hatred and your...individuality. Now donÆt you wish you...joined us? Would you then feel so alone?\n"
LogName1:"BAYLISS XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Canopus 5"
LogText1:"We arrived planetside via shuttle on June 15 at 0800 hours. Korenchikin was the first one out the door, never even bothering to do a level B Vacc suit exam. Not wanting to let that little TriOp Suit get a head start, Diego went right after him. I thought it was crazy, sending the senior officers of the Rickenbacker down to a surface of an uncharted body, but both of those idiots were going to get all the glory for the UNN and TriOP as they could. Damn, time for inspection...morelater.\n"
LogPortrait1:"testport"
LogIcon1:"testicon"
LogName2:"BAYLISS XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Canopus 5"
LogText2:"The eggs were lying in a semi-circle in the middle of what looked like a crash crater. There were hundreds of those things. Hundreds. And as we got closer, you could hear them...not the eggs, the things inside of them...it was like music...I was scared out of my mind, but that music...all I wanted to do was see those things up close...to find out their secrets...\n"
LogPortrait2:"testport"
LogIcon2:"testicon"
LogName3:"BAYLISS XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Canopus"
LogText3:"After a couple of hours it was like being on a bender...long periods would that you couldnÆt remember...one minute we were in that crater...and the next minute we were loading up the shuttle with the eggs...I remember hearing that idiot Korenchkin calling the Von Braun and ordering them to clear off the ENTIRE hydroponics deck. Diego seemed to think this was strange and he said, 'Are you crazy, Anatoly...' And Korenchkin smiled and said back to him, 'Oh, Captain...we are not Anatoly...'\n"
LogPortrait3:"testport"
LogIcon3:"testicon"
LogName4:"BAYLISS XX.JUL.04\n\
re: SHODAN"
LogText4:"For some reason, they couldnÆt get a hold of my mind they way they could the rest. So when I found the remains of the data wafer near the crater back on Canopus, I didnÆt say a word. I just slipped it into my belt and thought, 'Dr. Polito will know what to do with this...'\n"
LogPortrait4:"testport"
LogIcon4:"testicon"
LogName5:"POLITO XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Polito"
LogText5:"To: Everyone \n\
The genie of Citadel station is out of the bottle, and I am the cause. I canÆt bear to be Pandora. And IÆm not brave enough to wait around and see the death and misery I have caused...this is my last transmission, my friend. Be careful...I think SHODAN has plans for you.\n"
LogPortrait5:"testport"
LogIcon5:"testicon"
LogName6:"CROAKER XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText6:"Simpson, Malone, Chandara, and Perez are dead. At least those are the ones we know for sure... those bastards sabotaged the meson acceleration coil. They blew out the entire driver core, six subdecks...From what I can tell, somebody tapped the frequency resonater to refract human sized movements. The overload of all those people moving around must have blown the resonater. WeÆve set up a magnetic shield and the shipÆs still functional...barely. IÆve quarantined the entrance to pod 2...the secondary coil is right there and I donÆt know how thorough the son a bitch who did this was.\n"
LogPortrait6:"testport"
LogIcon6:"testicon"
LogName7:"CROAKER XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText7:"The worms are everywhere...and Captain Diego is the one who let them in. Nobody knows who to trust anymore...nobodyÆs even sure who's human anymore. IÆve blown out the access ladders in the torpedo room to restrict access to pod 2. LetÆs hope that holds them back. As long as weÆre alive and drawing a paycheck from the Navy, those bustards are not getting the Rickenbacker\n"
LogPortrait7:"testport"
LogIcon7:"testicon"
LogName8:"CROAKER XX.JUL.04\n\
re: X"
LogText8:"Until I can reverse the gravitronic generators, we're effectively cut off from pod 2. Wozcyek's E-Mail said the only way to do that is by resetting the power grid from the access station in each engine nacelle. Of course, he didn't volunteer to do it himself. What a goddamn mess.\n"
LogPortrait8:"testport"
LogIcon8:"testicon"@
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LogText1:"We arrived planetside via shuttle on June 15 at 0800 hours. Korenchikin was the first one out the door, never even bothering to do a level B Vacc suit exam. Not wanting to let that little TriOp Suit get a head start, Forrest went right after him. I thought it was crazy, sending the senior officers of the Rickenbacker down to a surface of an uncharted body, but both of those idiots were going to get all the glory for the UNN and TriOP as they could. Damn, time for inspection...morelater.\n"
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LogName3:"SUAREZ XX.JUL.04\n\
re: Don't Stop"
LogText3:"After a couple of hours it was like being on a bender...long periods would that you couldnÆt remember...one minute we were in that crater...and the next minute we were loading up the shuttle with the eggs...I remember hearing that idiot Korenchkin calling the Von Braun and ordering them to clear off the ENTIRE hydroponics deck. Forrest seemed to think this was strange and he said, 'Are you crazy, Anatoly...' And Korenchkin smiled and said back to him, 'Oh, Captain...we are not Anatoly...'\n"
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LogText4:"For some reason, they couldnÆt get a hold of my mind they way they could the rest. So when I found the remains of the data wafer near the crater, I didnÆt say a word. I just slipped it into my belt and thought, 'Polito will know what to do with this...'\n"
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LogText6:"Simpson, Malone, Chandara, and Perez are dead. At least those are the ones we know for sure.. sabotaged the meson acceleration coil. They blew out the entire driver core, six subdecks...From what I can tell, somebody tapped the frequency resonater to refract human sized movements. The overload of all those people moving around must have blown the resonater. WeÆve set up a magnetic shield and the shipÆs still functional...barely. IÆve quarantined the entrance to pod 2...the secondary coil is right there and I donÆt know how thorough the son a bitch who did this was.\n"
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LogText7:"The worms are everywhere...and Captain Forrest is the one who let them in. Nobody knows who to trust anymore...nobodyÆs even sure whose human anymore. IÆve blown out the access ladders in the torpedo room to restrict access in pod c. LetÆs hope that holds them back. As long as weÆre alive and drawing a paycheck from the Navy, those bastards are not getting the Rickenbacker.\n"
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LogText8:"Until we can find Wocheck, weÆre effectively cut off from Pod B. Wocheck sent me some email about reversing the gravitronic generators, but IÆm not sure what he meant. Even if we wanted to do that, the generator primary power has been out since the accident and somebodyÆs swiped the backup batteries.\n"
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EmailText1:"Soldier...this is Captain William Bedford Forrest...there isnÆt much time...so you must listen. I have the unique advantage of seeing this whole situation from every imaginable perspective. Until recently, I was a pawn of those vile and disgusting creatures, those corrupters of mind and body. I have managed to cleanse myself of their putrescence...but IÆve severely compromised myself in the process. IÆm in the sickbay on the foredeck of the Rickenbacker. I would come to you if I can, but thatÆs impossibility. YouÆll understand when we meet. Now get to it...and soldier...good work. And stay alive.\n"
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EmailText2:"t is clear that the secondary meson acceleration beyond this portal has also been sabotaged...if you approach it, youÆll dstroy the rest of this ship.\n"
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a18 1
EmailText3:"[Man] Your time is running out. [Woman] The walls of this ship overflow with... [Both] unity... [Man] and life. Your weapons break, your ammunition runs low... [Woman] and youÆve yet to see our most beautiful creation. [Both] All you have is your hatred and your...[Man] individuality. Now donÆt you wish you.. [Both] joined us? [Woman] Would you then feel so alone?\n"
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a23 1
LogText1:"We arrived planetside via shuttle on June 15 at 0800 hours. Korenchikin was the first one out the door, never even bothering to do a level B Vacc suit exam. Not wanting to let that little TriOp Suit get a head start, Forrest went right after him. I thought it was crazy, sending the senior officers of the Rickenbacker down to a surface of an uncharted body, but both of those idiots were going to get all the glory for the UNN and TriOP as they could. Damn, time for inspection...morelater.\n"
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a66 1
LogText7:"The worms are everywhere...and Captain Forrest is the one who let them in. Nobody knows who to trust anymore...nobodyÆs even sure whose human anymore. IÆve blown out the access ladders in the torpedo room to restrict access in pod c. LetÆs hope that holds them back. As long as weÆre alive and drawing a paycheck from the Navy, those bustards are not getting the Rickenbacker.\n"
