I am about to do something incredibly brilliant or incredibly stupid. Only time will tell, since this has the opportunity to kill me, I figured I would make a quick log of my plan before I put it into effect in the next five seconds. My options are slim right now since the alien is very quickly about to blow our cover over some captured civees, so I will have to give him his way and bust out these savages' dinner. The alien keeps going on about how he can make people around him invisible so he will do so and take them to rendezvous with the rest of the team. Now from little I know of magic I have found that many spell slingers can see the invisible, and since three of the big shots not to far from here probably are I have to assume they can. So in comes Lapis, the distraction. Now keep in mind, normally I would not care if the pointy eared freak and the main courses die, but Doc is there and if i don't save him, there will be all kinds of hell to pay with Bostock and Hudson. So the barbarians here seem to have a pretty simple leadership something along the lines of "Strong one in charge" and "Bone Leader" is about the best I can figure out from their backwards primitive language. So I am going to challenge their so-called "Bone Leader", and then murder him as a distraction. It is probably the best distraction ever, if I do say so myself. I don't know exactly what i will do after, probably just leave and give Bostock the SALUTE and call it a day and let him send in the extermination team, which I will volunteer for... Here comes 400 pounds of "diplomacy" Tezcats, hope you are ready.
I feel that it needs to be stated that any position of leadership obtained by ones on stupidity is not something to be respected. I am inputting this entry while I wait to be sent on a mission with the rest of Alpha Team to deal with a problem created by Slick, he thought it would be a good idea to talk to a bunch of voodoo cultists about getting a magic sword. If that was not bad enough he then thought it was a good idea to make fun of them and tell them he was no longer interested. Not surprisingly they did not like this and declared war on us. Now Alpha Team has been given the option to go deal with the situation. I hardly feel as if I have a choice, if I don't go I am certain some of Alpha Team will die, and I am just terrible at making new friends. In charge of this mission is Slick for some reason, I am told it is something along the lines of "It is his problem so he has to solve it" or some such nonsense. As far as I am concerned he is not my leader and I plan on listening to no order he gives, unless of course it is one I could see myself giving. So now we sit here waiting for the Demo-man to finish making an explosive that I have tasked him with creating to blow the problem out of the water and to give Char a new burn mark!
So apparently not all ghosts are semi-lucid, who knew? I put myself in far more danger than I originally thought, and for what exactly? A bunch of smelly orphans, that's what! Don't get me wrong I don't hate kids, but I don't want to die for them. I just have a little soft spot for them... Maybe I should get that checked, make sure it is not a virus or maliciously placed if/then protocol. Luckily it all worked out thanks to a little knowledge I picked up from those encyclopedias as well as some "divine intervention" from Slick. I also think I look rather dashing with a beard, maybe I will keep it, even after get my synthetic skin replaced. Who knows? Now all I need is a bear.
If I ever forget why I wanted to sign up for this expedition I know my memory has been compromised. It is because I want to see as many cool and terrifying prehistoric fauna, and the kill them, and as part of the advanced team I get to do exactly that. This time I was able to see the amalgamation of a turtle, a brontosaurus, and an eldritch horror. My only regret is that we were only able to fight them for about fifteen seconds before we were able to bring the two of them down. I suppose I should mention it here that my continued meetings with so-called "Future Shakes" are becoming more frequent, and I almost believe him. I suppose that means I should stop trying to disrupt the causal flow as that could be most detrimental to my future health...nah! I drew this to commemorate my victory!
The parley with the Shemarrian Women went...poorly. My goal was to build to positive relationship with them, you know, let them do some research on me to advance their tech, and perhaps allow me to have a place I can go to upgrade my self further should I need to do that. But apparently the Shemarrian are a little more one track minded than I had anticipated. They were unperceptive to anything other than full control of me. If not for that hack Québécois all the people there would have likely died, not me, I would have been fine, but everyone else, super dead. That short fused imbecile managed to get the Shemarrian Women to agree to take position of me after my contract is up, they even made one of there own come along for the rest of our journey. So in front of me I have two options I have to consider, I can either try to befriend the She-Hulk and perhaps get what I wanted in the first place, or run away from the crazy Amazon Cyborgs who will hunt me down for the rest of my life because they will see me as their property. Fun. On the bright side I watched a Titan get punched in the nuts, so... silver linings I guess.I should have thought of this sooner because a fair amount things have happened since the start of our little expedition into the Dinosaur Swamps. I plan on keeping this entry short, on the grounds that I feel like it. I started this journey as a generic mercenary assigned to keep an eye on the technical support crew, now believe me, I knew that once combat broke out that would change real quick and I would be given more exciting work, which I wanted to happen. However, I did not think that I would so quickly be given a much more important job... One of the creepy twin's baby sitters. We are barely off the ground before we are being pursued by a group of gargoyles, of course in our fearless leaders infinite wisdom he decides to send an advance team forward to negotiate with these demons in the hopes of getting them to leave without a fight. I was selected to ride in a hovercraft piloted be the Crazy Child Wonders themselves along with Chief to keep them safe and play back up to Mac and Slick. And wouldn't you know it the demons were hostile. Lucky for us there were not enough of them to be a real threat, unlike the ridiculous fairies that invaded our camp. I felt pretty safe during their little "party", but if not for Buster and quick thinking it would have been far more troublesome for the rest of the crew. Then the fools want to put the man on trial, he saved most of those idiots lives and they want to execute him. I would have sacrificed far more than three to get those annoying Fae out of our hair. At this point I have been made a permanent member of the scouting initiative despite me complete lack of experience in doing so. On the bright side I was able to partially open up to the rest of the team so I do not have to war that restrictive armor anymore, it slows me down far too much. It was a good thing I revealed some of my more cybernetic capabilities to the team, otherwise the shemarrian warriors who tried to capture me would have been a lot more difficult to explain, apparently thinking I am a cyborg is good enough reason for them to think the shemarrians would be interested in me. They were not to hard to dispatch, unless you ask Mac, I bet he has a different answer, man the made him look ugly for a bit! Other than that we made it to Charlotte, I bought some pre-rifts vids to give Shakes so I can hear some new voices from him, blew off a bandits head and a juicers arm, showed almost the whole caravan I can fly, and gave a lizard man a new hole in his face. I think that is about it, other than the fact that I met Shakes from the future, I am still not sure about that one, but I am sure it will be fine. I did also kill four bystanders, it worries me a little that I don't even care. Best. Mugging. Ever!
I record this here, inside my internal hard drive, in the hopes of fulfilling two objectives. The first is for myself, to ensure that I am able to keep an eye on my personality. I need to be certain that I am not slowly changing due to hidden programming or compromised by outside influence. Should I no longer recognize the person I once was I will be able to identify it as a problem and take corrective measures to keep my humanity, or at least what is less of it. I am sometimes finding moral lines I once thought of as clear becoming a blur. The secondary objective is to find something to occupy my mind during the many periods of pure boredom that exist on this convoy. I can only listen to the drivel most of the mercenaries on this expedition are capable of exuding for so long before I lose all interest.
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