hello prospective buyer my ID number is 1490394 although my name is (redacted).

I am a human biological weapons platform made by the biological division of Geninc formerly known as Monsanto.

I am male 6ft tall and am around 160 pounds of muscle with only 5 percent body fat.
I have undergone 30 years of Virtual training in only 17 years, due to the accelerated neural interface and development system.

What you want to know about me personally.
Well I am very loyal, I could blame that on my virtual upbringing, asides from that I believe life is a zero sum game so any actions you tell me to do I will care out without hesitation. don't worry though unlike some of our competitors products I am not a brain dead fool who must be micromanaged or is borderline psychotic that needs constant medication to remain functional

What you want to know about my education. Well I have a 4 year degree in environmental management with regards to hazardous waste and 10 years on the job experience or should I say VR experience. Mainly with regards to chemical weapons.

Oh you are worried about me hacking systems or other sensitive areas, don't worry I was only trained on basic computer interface use I only know how to use the systems although I don't see why I would do such a thing unless I was told to.. I don't think I would be very good at it sir...

Oh my physical endurance is quite good I have survived falls from 20 feet on a hard surface with out any fractures or injuries and minimal bruising and was able to continue on the job, I also heal roughly 3 times as fast as a normal person and most small surface cuts stop bleeding the second they hit air.

My service life is roughly 50 years sir after that it is recommended to put us out to pasture if you know what I mean, although on the bright side if you do purchase a female counter part we can reproduce and supply you with another utility platform although it will require roughly 18 years to become truly useful.

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Before you purchase me I would like to inform you that I am compatible with third party chemical and genetic enhancements as I am part of the universal genetic worker program the only thing that cant be done is alteration of XY chromosome, that to prevent people from using us as breeders so to say. That's why the female platform although less physical capable always carries a higher price and a yearly payment. Although just between you and me if you were to purchase an artificial livestock breeding chamber and were to follow the same instructions and just use my DNA you would get the same results... 
don't tell anyone I told you that 
So prospective buyer will you chose me. you will.. Thank you I promise many years of service as a soldier in your army.

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Its been 10 days since my purchase, my treatment has been better then expected most of my compatriots are generally used as cannon fodder on the multiple warfronts through out the galaxy. 
So far our current owner has provided us with individual rooms as well as a fragmentation suit with a hard ablative plate for kenetic energy and thermal protection of the chest and head,
we also have a soft power assist armor that reduces our loads by 60 percent and has a charge life of 30 days under high use as well as environmental life support.
Our standard rifle is a flechette gun in a bull pup configuration with 22 inch barrel it fires a high velocity round at 5000 feet per second in a 3 round burst from a 40 round magazine.

geez I am so busy writing my diary in this data pad he gave me and I'm so focused on the tech I forgot to write about the others I have met. 
Firstly I am really surprised at the utter lack of AI or any virtual intelligence in our compound.
Apparently he and his cohorts are afraid of digital leakage or infiltration. 
Any who the entire security force is either made up of freeborn mercs or tank breeds like me. 
Some of the freeborns look down on us and think we are no better then cattle although that doesn't bother me my vr upbringing taught me how to deal with shitty people and hard situations. 

Any way generally though most of the freeborns are pretty easy to deal with I even made a few friends I met a guy named mark he looks scary roughly 6foot 7 inches and pretty heavily modified although not with any of the smart integrative tech old school direct wired neural uplinks he says he is around 400 years old and I believe it he says that he was born way back in 1989. 
Funnily enough my vr sim started in the year 1998 so I can actually make cultural references that he can get, he is an interesting well of information apparently the world massively changed in 2020 unlike my sim there was a massive war world war 3 it kick started a lot of tech ranging from quantum communications and computers and the most important warp drives.

any way I digress he is seriously a nice guy, I mean he made room for me at the lunch table so I could have a seat after some other freeborns were too prejudiced to let me sit with them. 

He has some other friends some of whom are tank born and others who are freeborn. I really want to get to know them better but we are on seprate shifts and work other sides of the compound I mainly talk to him through a message tube system that they set up in the facility. 
I still cant believe that we are using a pneumatic message tube system to communicate in this place, that is so old school and archaic its not even funny I guess what ever they are doing is pretty hush hush. But that's above my pay grade.

Oh man I haven't even written about my job yet so I work with two other guys who are tank borns. 

They are delta models so they only had education to high school but had a more military grunt focus on their training then me. 

They require a little more oversight but they are good guys one is named joe and the other bill, they would give you the shirt off their back to make your life a little better. 

Any way I direct them to do the grunt work like using the cargo lift, and visual inspection of the cargo, they also provide security while I run chemical analysis and tests on the chemicals to make sure they are right and are properly secured.
Apparently my employer had past instances where there were infiltration attempts through delivered products so that's why we are told to wear our armor and carry guns.

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Day 11
We had a shipment I will always remember a 10,000 gallon pressurized shipment of chlorine triflouride.
That shit is bad news, you think concrete will protect you nope it oxidizes it , that nice ppe you have that is nomex and lined with Tyvek nope that burns hell it even burns mother fucking asbestos and glass. Suffice to say my balls literally retracted while we were checking this stuff. We put it on the lift and sent it down to the basement level which we don't have clearance to go. the elevator came back up intact and we haven't heard any fire alarms so I guess who ever is down there knows how to handle it.

So I sent a tube message to my good mark he says that's nothing and that shipments like that are the usual. 
He says they aren't using it for fuel, actually no one knows what they use it for but the local scuttle but is that they test bioweapons for planet clearing down there and that's how they sterilize all contaminated material

So apparently the facility is much larger then I previously thought on some of my off time I just started walking through the recreational park they have for us the god damn thing is 70square miles water falls and all. 

That's amazing considering to get here you have to go down a 300 foot vertical shaft with multiple locks and security check points.

It feels good knowing that I am part of such a large organization, it gives me a sense of purpose, although then again I was designed to feel that way. it doesn't matter though.
While I was walking through the park I met some new co workers, apparently they work in filling and storage, and by filling I mean paper punch cards and storage files, I never thought any one would use such dated methods of data storage but this organization does ( oddly enough no one mentions its name all I have is a logo which is three stars forming a triangular pattern.)

The file workers say very little about their work when I talk to them actually they don't seem to be very capable of speech, I guess their work is so sensitive that the organization figured it would be best to limit their speech abilities.

After spending 30 minuets chatting or really just siting together we parted way. It was nice to meet more people, but it raises some questions about who am I working for it doesn't really matter but it raises so many questions. Well whatever it is I bet it is something really cool, I mean they could be working on advanced quantum weaponry or even temporal technology, along with breaking edge biologicals. 
Man I am so excited to be working here.

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Day 12 
We had more shipments a lot of dangerous and I mean dangerous shipments roughly 20 tons of flouroantimonic acid, along with 40 tons of white phosphorus. The other shipments were more benign and were just simple metals and other refinement products that went to the usual levels.
So I ran into my friend Mark, we talked about our days of work apparently he is one of the few people who actually leaves here. His job is to acquire or protect VIP targets that are of interest to our organization. 
He cant say much more then that but I didn't press him understanding the importance of a code of silence in the work place. Lose lips sink ships right. 
So any way I asked him if its possible to get pets here he actually said yes but only after serving here for 5 years with no write ups or incidents happening. I guess I will have to wait 5 years to get my dog...

After my meeting with Mark I wandered off to the large market square we have. Place has every thing I have never seen so much they have a gun store that has just about every thing imaginable from small derringers to I am not kidding you full powered exoskeletons with mounted rocket launchers most of the rockets are small with a 2 pound war head but damn they do have a large 120mm exoskeleton portable recoil less rifle that can fire a dual purpose heat round. Apparently I can buy that before I can buy a dog.
On the other side of things they have computers, although all of their wireless communication has been disabled and they are all made in house. and even more surprisingly was the fact that they had a whole section devoted to full body vr porn. I mean it wasn't even hidden it was out in the open. well I guess with so many guys around its a given.
Although for those who would enjoy more physical entertainment they had a brothel, filled with all sorts of women tall short wide skinny, furry, not furry, elf ears cat ears you name it, crazy part is with my paycheck I get I could in theory hit up the brothel and bar 4 times a week and still have money left over for other things..

They all seemed very friendly but I declined any of their advances and walked out. After walking around 2 city blocks I saw a shop and my eyes couldn't believe it yes they had a comic book shop that also had manga and anime. Now I know where I am blowing my first pay check.

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day 15
I finally got my pay check so I decided to take joe and bill to the bar, so we walk in and I shit you not the place looked like something that Billie jole would have played in old worn teak wood floor wobble seats with lots of brass and leather an upright piano dim lighting and people smoking Tabaco. I guess that's what unlimited funds gets you.
So we all take a seat on the barstools and I order our first round of drinks, nice stout laggers. I'm still trying to figure out how they are priced compared to the beers in the VR simulation I was raised in. They are .5 company credits and I make roughly 70 credits an hour so dear god all I know is beer is fucking cheap and its good. So we downed the beer and Bill starts talking about his tank days so we all start remising about the shit we put up with. 
Man these guys had it harder then me in their VR sim they were infantry grunts in an airborne unit when a shooting war broke out between America and the soviet union get this in 2018 . 

Apparently who ever made their VR really had a thing for Grimdark and a hard on for meat grinders. They were telling me how the casualties mounted into the millions for single battles.

Apparently they were armored infantry in what could only be described as the love child of an Abrams and a Bradly.

Any who the stories were horrifying drone swarms that would release incendiary's on men, hunter killer ones that could track you from 10 miles away in the night, and fucking land mines every where. 
Then they talked about the bioweapons and the chemicals that would want to make you puke. 
They said all this without batting an eye, I was amazed by their intestinal fortitude with regards to their VR training and with how much liquor they drank. I'm pretty hardy but I was done after 3 beers and 5 shots in less then an hour they were still drinking when I left and they had finished half a bottle of white lightening and were still going hard..

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day 17
Well we had our first spill wasn't our fault though, 
Some god damn ass hole thought they could use a galvanized steel container to hold high purity hydrochloric acid, 
god damn container ruptured and bill got a few broken ribs when the torrent of acid swept him off his feet. God thing we always wear PPE other wise he would be dead. 

I lodge a complaint in with the higher ups and told them that if I ever find out what ever company did that I would personally hunt down and beat the CEO and what ever fucking bean counter made that decision.

Fuck the only thing worse then the possibility of losing a coworker is the god damn clean up hosing us up for a few hours and leading to a back log of inventory that we need to distribute.

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Day 18 
Shit we have so many containers stacking up due to that delay it isn't even funny also considering the fact that it fucked up our automated storage system every things fucked. 
That's not the worst though thank god security thought it was odd for that accident to happen and sent extra personal to check the crates in storage that we hadn't had time to check. me and my boys were moving crates using a grav lift when the next thing I know I hear someone shout contact and there was a huge explosion kocked me off my feet.
Next thing I know I pull out my duty side arm a nice little semi automatic pistol, 
She may only have a 7 inch barrel but she shoots a 90 grain depleted uranium round at around 2900fps and the round is around 2.2mm in width and has a magazine capacity of 30 rounds. 

and boy does it make a mess as soon as me and my boys got our asses in gear and saw where the security team was and the hostiles were I pulled off one shot was aiming at the guys upper chest but maybe I aimed a little high and it hit him smack dab square in his helmet making a tiny hole in front and the back but his visor went from clear to red. 

Any way we vented 10 of them and the security team vented 40 of them. We didn't bother checking the rest of the containers we sent them for decontamination which consists of bathing them in high intensity gamma and neutron radiation we are still letting them cook for an additional 90 hours

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day 19
So I talked to Mark about our little intrusion and he sent me a letter back saying things surface side have been hectic of lately a lot of "big gears moving and small ones breaking" in his words. Apparently the people who attacked us belonged to some religious fanatic group and they are opposed to all orginisations that use tank bred humans or any GMO (wonder how those fuckers eat). Any way I went to the comic store and found out that they had a complete anime edition of spice and wolf and I don't mean 2 seasons I mean to the completion of the light novel. God damn this is what I am watching in my spare time, god damn I am a weeibo. Fuck does that term still even mean anything or was that something my VR training just made up. any ways fuck it I'm watching anime tonight.

Day 22

More work more bullshit but nothing too bad we had some unidentifiable container as it had its bar code scraped off by some jack ass who handled the tank to roughly by a depot mech. God damn jackass probably was imaging he was fighting Godzilla. 

Any how we popped it open and we were face to face with smelly stinky sulfur. We packed it back up and sent it on its way.

Any how I finally went to the company brothel god that sounds strange company brothel.... I mean it sounds strange in a good way.
Any how their was this cute chick probably around 5foot 7 slight build probably a b cup she had eyes that looked like rubies, slightly tan skin, and silver hair with wolf ears and tail. any ways talked to her for a bit and asked her if she wanted to kill her brake time at a bar ( god damn I am such a fucking beta hell its even in my product description) .
So she changes out and goes to the bar with me have a few drinks.
Apparently this is pretty common with it all being a dick fest and all the fact is that not all guys want to bone and a lot of us just want to talk. 
Apparently she is new here just arrived from the factory tank, although apparently there was a mistake she was supposed to be a high ranking security officals companion but he got wasted in by a plasma cannon. so now she's here. 
I told her I would see if I couldn't get a job change for her even though I don't have much seniority... Heck I wonder if I could get her transferred to my quarters...

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Day 23
god fucking damn I never thought the bureaucracy would work so fast or that I would get a sentient companion before I could get a dog.

Well what ever the case is me and selvia are now living in the same room and she now has a job working in human resources... 
I wrote mark a letter about this , he replied "well yeah you do realize that when you were purchased the man you were talking to was the director of the entire organization"
So apparently I am in the good graces of the director I better not let him down.

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day 24 
So life is different with selvia here I got an extra bed just for her and moving things around the house/ apartment/ dorm what ever the fuck it is.. 
all I know is that it is 700 square feet of living space and you can put up modular wall although she seems find with her bed next to mine.
Any ways work has been going alright since our little skirmish as of now we are just trying to clean up the battle damage. 
Luckily for us the security forces used case less rounds so asides from my guys using their side arms we didn't drop too much brass. 
The enemy opposition though used a metric fuck ton of it, old world 5.7 ap that shit couldn't penetrate our hard plates, maybe some of the soft joints but good luck trying.

This proably explains why they wasted so much ammo so far we have filled 10 10 gallon buckets dear god these guys must have been carrying at least 800 rounds a person. Their armor seems to have been on the light side old school plate carriers and some old school ACH helmets with visors and facial protection. 
No carbon nanotubes all Kevlar and UHDPW

Although this doesn't surprise me much their group is pretty much neo Luddites crazies from all branches of religions that gathered together to fight the technological devil...
I have to laugh really and truly that we still have this issue after man has achieved inter galactic travel.
Though sadly it seems that there are some worlds where they have complete control over. It seems these ones were an infiltration task force, a suicide squad so to say martyrs to further their cause.
Well any way they made one hell of a mess some ethanol leaked out of tanks along with some water based lubricants that is used on some high end bearings. Stuff is pretty much Ky.
bill fell on his ass trying to clean it up. When we got bored we tried seeing who could slide the farthest in a plastic waste bin we cut in half and used as a sled, with the power assist PPE we have we were able to hit 35mph pretty impressive.
Any how I'm sending a letter to mark I hear some talk about a new asset aquistion regarding some sort of facility out side wonder if I will be involved.

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day 25.
So every thing at work is back to normal. 
Life with Selvia is interesting. I asked her about her tank memories she said that they consisted of her being on a farm in a communistic society. 
She went on for hours about how they harvested grain and other food sources, despite being communist it seems they had local celebrations and pagan deity's. Apparently there was also a whole host of races and varying tech level's. 

Honestly it sounded like the perfect place to live. 
Any way I received a letter telling me to prepare to leave for the surface in 2 weeks with a whole list of things that I can buy for free with a discount at the organizations store. most of it is with regards to PPE, water filtration and other necessities.
Although I think I will probably be spending a good chunk of change on a nanite healing enhancement I saw along with a few genetic mods that boost my cellular regeneration, and resistance to toxins more so then I already am.

I also plan to buy selvia a gift for its a ring made out of tungsten fitted with small rubies that are the color of her eyes, and engraved with running wolfs. I think she would appreciate it.

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day 26
11 days to go till surface deployment.
Selvia really appreciated the ring she just about tackled me to the ground when I gave it to her.
We also went out to a restaurant at the facility. Seriously we have a free chow hall every one can go to 3 times a day and they have a restaurant that you can pay to go to to have food made by actual people.

This place blows my freaking mind and its not like there is only one restaurant there are dozens of all styles and types.

Any way the one I took her too was an upscale stake house. As soon as we entered the place her tail started to wag a little. Damn that's so cute..
so we sat and ate, she asked me how my day was and anything. actually all she wanted to know was how I was doing...
I told her how things were going and such, she seemed fascinated by every little detail heck she even asked me how the graphene power packs in my PPE worked. I have never seen such curiosity.

In return I asked more about where she spent her time in VR, she said that despite being a farming commune her simulation had a large city near by but she didn't go there much, she preferred to go on trips with her parents into the mountains and go hiking.
Any way at the end of our date. Was it a date I honestly don't know we walked back to my room and I showered up and now I am about to go to bed all in all a good day.

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day 27
10 days till surface deployment.
So I was asking Bill and Joe what they thought about our impending surface deployment. They were pretty excited about it since it meant a chance at combat and they were hyped.

They want me to get in on the combat VR they have been playing at the sim station, I don't see why not it would be good practice for team cohesion and to get used to the weapons we have.

So after work I went with them to the VR sim but made sure to send a note to selvia so she knew where I would be.

Damn did we kick ass so the first time we played we were pitted against a spec ops deployment team who was tasked with holding a vip in and we were the agressors.
I think they weren't expecting us to be so adept at combat, I still remember after breaching the look of surprise on one of the guys face when bill chucked his rifle at him and then stabbed him with his vibro knife.
There is more to combat then genetics and superior gear some of it is just unusual exploitation of a situation.

The rest of our fights were more normal all in all our combined teams kill count was 45 with 10 deaths in total during our sim training with other teams. 

Not too shabby considering we went up against a lot of hard core security types who had more specialized weapons and armor setups.

When I came back I found selvia waiting at the house, she had on a different clothing then she normal wore. 
Generally she wares a lose fitting duck canvas type work coverall that has a shit ton of pockets and zippers but today she was wearing beautiful dress that hugged her curves and was a beautiful deep blue that contrasted nicely against her ruby eyes.

So she took me out to a smoke bar, kinda like a hookah store but they have all sorts of shit. None of it is addictive though but man it can fuck your shit up like there is no tomorrow. 

We sat in a small booth and had this strange rig apparatus it looked like a distillation chamber had a baby with a oil fluid filtration system. 
So she cracks an orange vile over a chamber and then puts the metal lid with a hole on top and heats it up.
After that man all I remember is having the best trippy time.
I think she called me a light weight.. She took way more hits off of it then me.
after she dragged me back home I was clinging to her like a new born baby and apparently fell asleep next to her in her bed.
Not sure if I am embarrassed myself or just moved forward in the dating game...

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day 28 
Well the date went better then I feared it would she thought my actions were "cute and endearing like a little kivotche" I seriously need to find out what that is I think it might be something from her VR sim.
Me and the boys got a shit ton of work done we have made up for a lot of lost time 
I never saw two men work a grav lift so fast nor check containers so precisely and fast. We did 2 days of work in 6 hours.
then I found out the secret apparently bill spiked the coffee with some high grade neural stims. 
Now during my time in my VR sim I was constantly dosed with high volumes of Lisdexamfetamine starting at a whoping 70mg at a biological age of 10, amongst others so you could say I am a connoisseur of stimulants.

This shit was crazy you had no jitters didn't even feel paranoid like you do when you down over 900mg of caffeine in one sitting nope.
It was a pleasant hum of time rushing by and you getting work done before you knew it was over.
Hell looking back at my bio feeds my heart rate was averaging around 170 and my core temp was 105 degrees F. well with in my operating specs.. 
Any ways I went out and purchased more of that stuff for when I go surface side. It comes in a quick dissolving tab and its named worktein. Even though it contains no protein..

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day 29
8 days till surface deployment.
After reading over the facility I will be helping with reclaiming it looks like a real work out its located at the equator and if this was earth it would be no biggie but here it is its fucking hot and I mean hotttttttt. We are talking in the shade 145 degrees F people. god damn I might just have to get a few gene mods that help with hydration and circulation.
That's not the worst though the sand storms are brutal apparently the sand contains a metric shit ton of finely ground up corundum , which is really really hard almost as tough as diamonds, when being driven by 100mph plus winds it can shred you.

Luckily the facility is mostly underground. So that shouldn't be too much of an issue what we are worried about is the condition of the capacitors used for the rail gun that launches supplies in orbit and the cryogenic fuel tanks for rocket launch. 

We think there may be a few squatters but apparently we have gotten most to clear out by offering them nice houses in less of a hell hole the others will be blasted out by security.
Feel bad for security though that place is over 200 square miles, that fucker is big but not as big as our place. Apparently the non restricted area for our compound is around 2000 square miles.. that's big. the official estimation for our workforce is around 4million workers that's before you count children and others.

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day 30
7 days till surface deployment
Woke up this morning and found selvia cooking, guess that's what all the boxes she purchased were for yesterday.
The food smelled good. And I mean good, somewhat spicy with a nice sweet undertone. 
I will never forget this meal it was best damn breakfast I ever had and beat the pants of the shit the free chow hall poops out.

Well anyways the deployment looks like its going to be for a long time long enough they told me that I should prepare selvia for a temporary relocation with me. looks like it might last about 4 months or so. I told her she was fine with the move. I think I might bring her along with the guys for some combat training exercises. want her to be able to defend herself I cannot promise that out there will be as safe as in here.
Mark sent me a message through the tube system. Seems like he is going to be the head security honcho over at the new facility. He recommended I buy some new guns that would have ammo commonality with the security teams. Asides from the standard issue fletchet gun.
First on the list was a 30mm airburst munitions rifle. This thing is crazy it looks like G11 and a WA2000 had a baby with an XM25 and I like it. The ammunition oh baby rounds offered are air burst fragmentation with white prosperous incendiary, high explosive dual purpose with depleted uranium fragmentation jacket, HE incendiary, and delayed action armor piercing a tungsten slug filed with HE.
Now for the other guns I was stuck between two very fun and exciting choices.

One was a rail gun, it fired a 4mm projectile that weighed 160grains at around 5000fps. Now this generates a shit ton of recoil, and is at the maximum of what me and my power assisted armor can tolerate shouldering.
The other choice was a small slim SMG that had a dual barrel system along with a 100 round clip it fired 2mm fletchet of 50 grain at around 3500fps at a rate of 1200rpm. 
So after thinking long and hard I went with the rail gun.

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Day 31
6 days till deployment on surface
So me and the guys were talking about the future apparently we will be living in prefab living quarters that are 200 square feet bigger then our current arrangements, so I cant complain. 
Bill and Joe seemed pretty stoked. Guess they really miss the real deal of combat.. 
Or what they thought was real combat back in their VR days. 
As for me... A little less certain but getting the blood pumping and having the shit scared out of me sometimes gets me going... actually hell it gets my fear boner going and I'm all in. 
Fuck what sick fuck made me have that predisposition. I mean really I'm getting shot at and all my dick can do is think about pussy, I will say this us tank breds have some strange fucking quirks.

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Day 32
5 days till deployment.
So there we are checking creates and containers moving shit when out of the blue we get a foreign contamination alert when we were clearing the boxes from quarantine.
So we run down to the section and we find a box has been popped open. So immediately we call security to lock down the place and implement quarantine procedure.
Now look you don't know what planet or what solar system or even galaxy you just got your shit from. 
For all you know you just got eggs from weyland yutani, and you have a chest bursting mother Huber running around. luckily those don't actually exist but some pretty fucking scary shit does so we weren't taking any chances.
Lo and behold we found our foreign entity, a child. Most likely some sort of chimera.
Now its not unknown for there to be communites of tank breeds or other specialty gentic organisms that get dumped and they form communites. 
What we saw was humanoid and but had a modified dog like head and fur every where. Think were wolf but not terrifying. 
Shit the term is furry there we go jeez that brings me back to my VR days posting on the internet... 
Now that I think about that, that's a whole new level of meta I was posting on a computer based network inside a computer based network that manipulated my organic based network aka my brain.
Well that tangent aside this kid looks like he had seen better days his fur was matted and he looked pretty starved we managed to coax him out of a corner and tried to comfort him. We handed him over to security, who immediately took him to the med bay,
bastards pretty hard considering that since the last incident we cook every and all shipping containers with lethal amounts of gamma radiation.

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day 33
4days till deployment 
Well it looks like that kid must of been the love child of some sort of super soldier or some shit because not only was he a okay but he was in pretty good health despite his malnutrition. Apparently they are teaching him to be a reactor tech. 
On the flip side we are doubling the dose of gamma radiation and tripling the duration. The fact that anyone was able to make it through there alive means our security protocol wasn't high enough.

He will be a natural as radiation doesn't appear to bother him as much it seems that his body is really good at repairing damaged DNA .
Any way back to my life. 
Well since I only owned my guns and a computer and had no real other personal belongings and the same for selvia our packing was pretty easy. 
I also took her out to the shooting range to familiarize her with the pistol I had. She is a pretty good shot once she got over her flinch reflex, she had a 2inch grouping at 45 yards, pretty impressive if I do say so myself.

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day 34 
days till deployment 3
Well me and the guys have been hitting the training sim pretty hard. On a side note I decided to look into the history of this rather mysterious organization which wasn't actually that hard.

Apparently they started off as a small community civil defense task force on this planet which was once a garden world, and not one huge desert with some tropics at the 60 degrees north or south.
Apparently at its height it supported 15 billion people, that is till we had the first contact war , which was then followed by some civil wars in the human empire and stuff in general went to shit.
Though still not as bad as Warhammer 40k, more like if cyberpunk 2020 had a baby in space.. Fuck I am dating my self with these references. 
Man only Mark will get this shit, actually I wonder if he would mind playing pen and paper games, wonder if I could get the team interested in them. 
I mean the lure of VR games is hard to over come but there is something for sitting with you friends having a drink or a smoke while rolling dice.

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days 35
days till deployment 2,
So looks like me and the guys have off these last two days were all pretty happy about that,
we spent a few hours training in sim and in general goofing around.
Any how apparently Selvia found my anime stash, luckily I didn't store anything lewd. Actually she seemed quite interested in a few of the animes 
Especially spice and wolf, though I cant blame her since she does look a bit like horo on account of the tails and ears.
So we spent the rest of the day watching the first season of spice and wolf. 
She loved it, to say the least.
Not to mention she started talking about her time in the tank.
She was an only child to two parents who were local mechanics, and helped fix the tractors and other machinery around the commune, 
She talked about how clear the sky was and how puffy the clouds and how she studied foreign languages so she could travel the world and help educate people.
When compared to my time in the tank she was filled with lofty goals and given good ethics but actually learned to trust people and be loyal . 
I guess that's to be expected of a companion type tank born.
Me though I was taught to be loyal but trust no one. If the leader of the organization lied to me and said to drink water that I knew was laced with poison I would drink it, I would know not to trust him but still I would drink it.

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day 36
days till deployment 1
Well its the moment of truth I have my armor and every thing loaded up along with my guns and personal items selvia loaded up all her personal items in the transport to. we are just waiting on the order to go.
The transport is a simple turbo prop cargo plane no need to be fast or fancy just reliable and slow.

I find it amazing despite all the advances in technology how some things remain the same. 

The only difference is the material of the frame and skin. Its mainly carbon nanotubes and composites. 
The plane isn't a luxury liner and is very utilitarian has 100 jump seats plus a large area for cargo. to give a rough estimate you could probably park 6 abrams tanks in it... 
Actually now that I think of it what tanks are used now days.. I will have to find out..

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day 37
0 days to leave
Well today is the day me and 2k other workers are leaving. Security has already captured and secured the facility. So most of the load on the plane is civilian although I do see that a lot of people brought firearms and others. 
Actually now that I think about it this organization is pretty free with fire arms, not that that's a bad thing I actually like it that way.
then again in this universe every thing is uncertain so a fire arm is a comforting thing to own.. 
Selvia seem to enjoy flying. Currently I am typing this with her sleeping on my shoulder. oh well another day another dollar right..

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day 38
well we landed at the airstrip if you can call it that,
the security and pre landing team are having a hard time keeping the runway clear of sand, it was a little bumpy.
Any way this has been one hell of a hectic day me and my crew got a huge briefing in a temporary auditorium, had a shit ton of insta-crete patches all over the place. any ways It looks like us engineering and chemical worker types have a shit ton of work cut out for us. 
There are leaks in the fuel storage sytems, leaks capacitors need to be taken out and replaced, tons of fuel lines need to be checked. 
Oh boy this will probably take the better part of 3 years to fix up.
so I checked out our accommodations they are made out of a thick composite covered with a hard metal exterior, they are connected to a tunnel system that must of been recently dug as the tunnels are pristine unlike the rest of the facility.

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day 42
So me my boys are checking out one of the old fuel tanks and oh my fucking god we have to use a rope and pulley system to reach bottom were probably 75 percent of the way down when we see bones bones fucking every where. shit tons of bones. 
to be honest I felt a little fear but we descended any ways.
now this is a pretty big tank its radius is 75 feet by 100 feet tall we accessed it mid way through a service access panel in the side. that would have had stairs but they are long gone. now all these bones are in the center and we are trying to figure out how the fuck they got there, then we look up god damn these poor fuckers were probably looking for scrap and followed the large fuel line thinking it was some sort of tunnel or air duct and fell down it. 
so now we have to clean out the bones and all the shit they carried. 
No rest for the wicked right.

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day 48
So not much has gone on apparently there is a lot of stuff written in Chinese languages so selvia has found use as a translator go figure she can speak 18 languages fluently and read and write in them. that's pretty damn impressive to a man who can only read and speak one.
So that's all well and good for her my day got pretty interesting, 

so we are working on inspecting some more fuel storage tanks, and pipes when we get a call from one of the survey teams they found some sort of hidden catch, that has barrels in it and they want us to check it.

So me and my guys go on to check it out, takes us 45 minuets to get there, so we get there and the expedition crew is waiting outside there nervously, so I ask them whats up, they show me the scan report oh my fucking god, that was the highest level of dioxin compounds I have ever fucking seen.
Hell that wasn't even the scariest shit there were high traces of organic phosphates amongst other things.
Any way I we waited an I Got an Oxygen tank and we went spelunking in a toxic winter wonderland...

Now most of the containers were compromised in some way, just given their age that's a given, these were not long term storage containers these were shipping containers that were meant to last at most maybe 20 years.
Were making our way through this toxic shit heap when all of a sudden I hear Joe shout he found something interesting so I go take a look and there is an old school atlas automated soldier rig slumped over standing guard by a door. So we called a security team down as we didn't know if the door was booby trapped or anything.

Now if I learned one thing in the tank when security was checking or rendering traps inert that was a civilized way of saying blowing the fuck up out of anything they thought was suspicious or was in their way.
So I see mark come down with 4 big hulking dudes wearing hard exoskeleton power armor. Each with a back pack full of explosives and shaped charges and some argon tanks I told them to bring to help make the atmosphere non conducive to explosions.
. They slapped those suckers on and boom no more blast door.
They entered we followed.
And dear fucking god we hit the jackpot.
I'm talking various forms of VX gass, weapons you name it, Hell there were even lightly armored trucks with magnetically accelerated plasma cannons. Those fucks are crazy not many people use them anymore due to the fact that they have a nuclear reactor in the back and can cook off. But the shots they put out are powerful..

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Day 49
So good news the toxins are easily dealt with if we seal them back up again. Bad news, well it seems that this place might have some things in it we aren't aware of... head quarters ordered us to go through a thorough search of the place and they partnered me and my boys up with mark.
Selvia cooked me a nice meal some sort of meat stew. She also made a little necklace out of polished stones and wire. Its a good luck charm. I think I might need it.
The gun I will be carrying is the 30mm semi auto grenade launcher although I'm only using the aphe tungsten slugs as if we get into a fight we will be too close for the other frag rounds to arm themselves. My back up is my trusty high velocity pistol.
hope we find nothing too fucked up.

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Day 50 
God fucking damn god damn wholly mother fucking of shit what the fuck is this even.
Okay so mark and his crew lets refer to them as numbers because aside from mark they are dead and both my boys are injured, 

Bill lost his fucking arm god damn fucker sliced through the carbon nanotube frame he was wearing like a knife through butter.

So once again deep down in the facility we got a call about an unknown door. Thicker then the last one fucking 4 solid feet of hardened titanium.Instead of blowing the fucker down we opened it politely and walked on in.
Marks guys were first, The first sign of a problem was the walls god damn there was blood every where old dried up ancient 100 year old blood. Looking around my Hud and system scanners ran analysis there was human blood on the fucking celling. What ever went down went down hard.
We made sure to shut the door and told the team outside not to open unless they received a proper code from us.
Looking around this place looked like a checkpoint for further screening there was a aluminum silicate armored window that was shattered through that fucker was 3 inches thick.. not a good sign. we saw the poor fuck who manned this station wearing an old school Earth alliance federation armor helmet and suit.
I nabbed the data recorder from him for access later. 

So we slowly walked forward marks men with their guns at the ready and we are talking big fucking gun, one had a fletched gattling gun in some 7mm ammo, the rest had Railguns. So we get to the security station and see that what probably did that damage to the security guard an old Atlas security bot. 
Now we didn't think much of it at the time as we figured there was no way that such a bot could have done so much damage we figured it was something biological or a cyborg and had either gotten out or died down here. 
So seeing the downed bot we ripped out its memory core and data banks.

So We booted the old security system by the grace of what ever deity that governs electronics they all worked with out a hitch.
So one of marks guys hacked into the system to see if there were any turrets and to see the security log.
Well all defenses were activated but none responded to any commands.

Now more interestingly the security log and event catalog was emptied, god damn fucker was deleted over 100 years ago. now I know sir half crushed skull thrown through 3 inches of fucking aluminum glass definitely didn't delete it.

Shit looks like we have to go deeper. Mark puts in a call for additional reinforcements to secure the area behind us and makes sure to emphasize on heavy support.
So we enter the elevator lift, and god fucking damn there is dried up blood every where along with 7 very dismembered corpses in old exoskeleton power armor. 
Now asides from the fact that something smashed through 3 inches of solid armor at the security station the fact that we had 7 dead men who were wearing power armor that had a strength assist ration of 60 to 1 was not a good sign. especially the fact that their limbs were torn off. and what the fuck was in there sitting a fucking okay another Atlas security bot.

once again we ripped out the memory bank and took the memory chips out of the power armor suits.

So we get in with the bodies and hit the elevator button to go down, and off we go.
Now it doesn't take a genius to have a feeling of fear at this point. 
Bill offered me and joe that sweet sweet stim known as worktine, I took 3 hits of it I wanted to be fucking ready for anything.
Now when we got down there the doors open up and we see a logo of the old earth federation along with a Boston dynamics logo that explains all the robots right. 

Once again more blood lots of explosion marks, we can see where the security team tried to make their last stand thee floor was covered in three inches of old plastic telescopic ammunition.

on the other end were bits and parts of the old atlas drones. Now until this point the lighting systems were non functional we were relying on light provided by our suits. 

All of a sudden the lights flash on we hear what can only be described as white static having sex with a dial up. It screeched over the PA system and with that the swarm began.
now Those old atlas bots could run fast around 25 mph , these ones though, fuck according to my recordings they were doing 0-60 in around 700 feet thank god it was one long mother fucking hallway. marks guys were up front.

First sound was the satisfying buzz of that Gatling gun firing in bursts brtttttttt... brrttttt.
he shot 2 of them in less then 3 seconds, I acquired my first target an A crippled atlas bot that was walking slower fired and watched as the 30mm tungsten he filled shell tore through its chest plate and exploded inside it. 1 shell down 35 remaining. all in all we took down 50 of the fuckers there.
I was down to 20 shells, every one else had roughly 75 percent of their starting ammo. So we walked on ahead.

That was a mistake...
a big mistake.

We just about reached where the door was when we heard a metal on tile sound. then we saw it.
I'm not sure exactly what it was.
It was a machine yes,
but it had some flesh to it.
it was large and humanoid. Roughlu 7 feet. Compared to the Atlas type robots it wasn't bulky but was very slender. its arms had some sort of blades attached to it they pulsated with a glow that only vibrational blades make.
it twisted its head and let out a hellish noise before bouncing up on to the celling and charging marks point man. Poor fucker couldn't even ready his Gatling gun before he was cut in half. Even all stimmed up I could barely keep a track on where this thing was going every one is trying to shoot it not me though I'm biding my time. It makes another pass after zig zaging, cut marks second man in half, bounces off the right wall back.

And fucking disappears gone vanishes. Now this wasn't active cammo it literally vanished \

then the next thing I know the fucker was right behind mark. Luckily for mark his last team mate must have had a 6th sense or something and pushed him out of the way. That guy took the blade instead.
Now that fucking thing is discharging a large amount of electricity.
Then it runs towards bill, this time it seems a little slower and I am able to track it I wait till it gets closer and closers, then bill does something fucking crazy.
I didn't realize the bill had a fucking bayonet on his rifle he flipped it down and screamed Hurrraa, and charged the fucker he parried the first strike, then stabed at a joint. Success, but the robot also hit his right arm. His arm was gone, although he was still holding on to the rifle with his left. I lined up a shot right with the robots head and pulled the trigger, and watched that fucker stubmble back and bill fall away. Joe ran up providing covering fire for bill and mark, I put another round in this fucker straight in its chest, it stumbled again, so I put another round in it another hit, now I could see clean through the fucker, then it collapsed. 
I don't rember much I remember picking up bill and checking marks guys, I don't know why they were all dead anyways. we dragged their bodies to the elevator and got out.
Shit I still cant believe what fucking went down.

We have cut off all power to that section of the plant. and are going to redeploy down there in a week. with a much larger group. we are going to cleanse that area and the rest of this fucking facility.

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day 51.
Selvia was worried sick about me when I finally got home after a thorough debriefing she jumped on me with tears in her eyes.

You know I always thought we had a platonic relationship but I think she really does like me.. Shit I wish I was better with interpersonal relationships...
any way the base is on lockdown and me and my boys sans bills right arm, man he has a sick sense of humor when he was getting evaced he starts crying and says they killed righty how will I live without her. The tears were probably from pain. but he followed it off with a laugh.

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day 52
Well I sat down and talked with mark and boy is he pissed. And a 6foot 8 cyborg is not some one who you want mad. Especially when he is Mark. I mean he is the type of guy that takes any harm that comes to his people very personally. Apparently he has what he calls "cleaners" coming in. 
I asked for an elaboration on cleaners all he said was " you will know when you see them."

Visited Bill at the hospital. he is doing alright he seemed pretty chipper for a guy that lost his right arm just 2 days ago. heck he wore wait is wore the right way to phrase this. He showed his lack of an arm with pride. In his words " I stabbed that fucker he took my arm but in the end we got him."

god I cant imagine what it would be like without either Bill or Joe. I'm going to see if I can acquire additional armor.

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Day 53
So with roughly 4 days off I decided to poke around the place that we have now captured that seems to have killer robots in the basement...
So I made the walk from the habitation modules we had set up and observed the concourse.

It was geodesic dome underground. the panels were thick stainless steel with areas of clear ceramic that let light shine in.
Obviously this was one of the premier ports for this planet back in the day.

you could still see the faded logos on the walls for the space travel companies as well as the old earth alliance federation logos.
Despite the years of dereliction and war the place was in surprisingly good shape.
I mean sure some of the halls had the occasional bullet hole or frag grenade and most of the electronics were missing but all in all structurally the building was sound.

The same cant be said for the launch pad area and it wasn't time or nature that destroyed those each launch pad was pretty much a 400 foot wide crater that went down 30 feet. 
So that had me scratching my head why the fuck blow up the launch pads and not the launch center and head quarters.
So I picked up a book. Well a virtual book.

So I read apparently the Aliens species was the Yagwenth, they were a very militaristic race but were very tradition bound and cast based. 

They had no issue killing human civilians they deemed as low cast. But mid and high ranking officers and government officials were a no go.
So a societies autism saved the space port. Sort of.

I also got a call from mark. Oh shit I forgot to write down. Since this place doesn't have tubes we have been given radio communication devices. God damn I can be dense. I miss those tubes.

Any how I get a call from mark saying he wants me to meet his cleaners. So I said sure why the hell not.

Now I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see, hulking brutes, slick tactical guys decked out in kit, my imagination ran wild.

So I met the cleaners and god damn they are interesting. So I see Mark and 6 guys who look like they steped out of weapons and armor porn the bible.
All of them had power armor but not your typical soft or hard exoskeleton,.

This was more advanced. It was slim yet almost looked muscular, it followed the contours of their bodies but added about 5 inches save for the joints.

I talked to mark. Those weren't powersuits they were the newest generation of cybernetic enhancement. 
They pretty much took a soldier ripped him down to his bone and nervous system and then rebuilt him in a tank using nano machines.

They were not like mark they were more sophisticated and advanced.

So while Mark was telling me about his "cleaners" and shit my eyes were drawn to a pack, that looked like a ghost busters proton pack.
So I asked him what it was.
He replied "well that tank at the top has 4 litters of a super dense gas confined at 10k psi.
That bottom square part is where the magic happens... it has anti mater in it that heats up a ceramic heat sink turning the gas into a plasma that is magnetically confined through the tube until it exits as a dense blob, now it actually pulses when firing these blobs so no it is not a stream and no you cannot cross them."
So then I asked the only logical follow up question how hot are the blobs of plasma?
"20,000 degrees F." he replied. 
Now I really want one of these things but then he told me they weigh 400 pounds and that's before you add the 40 pound heat shield to not cook your self.

So after a quick demonstration where they turned some old structural steel to a pile of slag.. 
Some how this makes my current armament of death feel inadequate ... Oh well.

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Day 54 2days till deployment in lower sector. 
Well we are having issues it seems that the reason the whole power grid was disabled was because it was interconnected to that lower level. Issue is we cant seem to shut it off, ever time we lower power production levels the demand from that area spikes, leaving our own defense systems down, which is not good.

So I spent some time with Selvia , I never realized how fluffy and soft her tail and ears were till now... 
Man I really got to start making moves on her. Why couldn't they give me some more social skills in the tank??
well so me bill and joe are all back together we will be going down with mark and his group. Our primary mission is to clear any and every hostile. 
Luckily it wont be only us and mark its going to be us mark his 6 cleaners and 10 other squads of 6 cleaners.
We also ripped some of the information off the memory chips we found. It seems that they were working on AI and biological specimens down their when the Ai management system encountered some sort of glitch and went rouge. Hopefully the biological stuff is dead as the shit on the footage was horrifying to say the least.
Imagine a large dog, now imagine it has plates on it that look like bone, now it also has teeth that are reinforced ceramic that it naturally grows. 
well lets hope our weapons work well against any of these monstrosity's

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Day 55 1 day till deployment,
I have been fiddle fucking around. Trying to distract myself with manga and shit, but I am still slightly nervous about this mission. mainly that I don't want to leave selvia alone. 

I mean we have been together for a bit and I think it would be rough on her if I were to die.. I still keep wearing her good luck charm.

She baked me some food today was potatoes with corn and beef, she used some type of seasoning that made it taste pretty god damn fucking good.

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day 56 we hit the floor running.
Mark and his cleaners entered first and me and the guys were behind them. We used a recon bot a small little ball like thing threw it down a hole we drilled in the elevators floor. it picked up nothing so we went in...
hell you ever read the poem a perfect day for banana fish? Where the fish go in a hole and cant get out and die. Well that's pretty much what happened.
It was a cluster fuck. The cleaners went in and we went in.
Fuck man joe is gone.
I cant even remember where it went wrong. 
Mabey it was when we went through that door at the end of the hallway. it was too narrow. little did we know that some of the walls were false. They came in from the sides. 
sure the cleaners got some of the bots. but they just kept pouring out. 
Flaming metal was spraying every where .
We tried to keep our cool but they forced us deeper and deeper in.
with in the first half hour we lost 30 men... either to blades, or in joes case, a fucking plasma round through the gut. 
I know the risk comes with the work but I cant forget seeing him fall with that hole in his chest.
Right through his heart. 
I mean he probably didn't even feel a thing.
Hell if anything that's what bothers me the most about these robots.
Their shots are perfect, Their tactics are flawless. 
the ones we faced must have been the older ones. 
We are currently trapped in what appears to be an old storage room we have cleared it and blocked the two entrances and have people watching the air vents.
Mark says we will be getting reinforcements in 6 hours.
I hope its soon enough, but for some reason I hope they attack, I want to make them pay...

5 hours till reinforcments.
The god damn fucking robots are fucking with us.
They are playing old recordings of the earth federation and shit. Sometimes they distort it or slow it down.
Other times they play what must have been security footage from when they first attacked all you can hear are screams of people, and desperate pleas to the robots to stop attacking.
Now they are starting to play strange music. Shit its pissing me off so much I just want to charge out and kick their smug bot asses.

4 hours till reinforcments
Mark has been the main pillar of leadership, telling us that we can make it out if we stay together and think it out. He also told us to turn off our radio sets as the bots could pick up the signals. 
He also said that we should be weary of infrasound, and other means of psychological manipulation.
Apparently bots can play humans like a fucking fiddle, now they are fucking with the lights in the room turning them on and off and banging on the doors along with the shit they had done before with the sounds.

3 hours till reinforcments. 
God fucking damn I hate these fucking bots I hate them hate isn't the right word I will never hate them enough. it wasn't enough to kill joe or the other guys no, they took their bodies and wired them up not only that but they had some sort of speech modulators hooked up so they would just say why didn't you save me. Dear god their bodies were shredded and you could see where the bots put metal implants to fix the broken bones and torn muscle. 
I put 4 fucking railgun rounds in joe before he went down. He ran at us like a fucking animal.
He screamed at bill "why didn't you save me"
His face was all distorted. They took his helmet off. his eyes though. 
They almost looked alive. They had that spark but his movements were off they were too ridged he had to have been dead.
dear god I hope we get out of here soon.

2 hours till reinforcments
God damn we lost two more men. And I think what ever got them is still here. all I know is that what ever impaled them did it fast. hell I cant keep speaking into my data log. I got to stay aware.

1 hour till reinforcements
so what we are down to 34 men total including my self now... WE still don't know what is with us we catch glimpses of steel. God damn bots are playin fucking mind games with us now. 
Mark says to stay cool they are trying to get us freaked out to the point where we will fire on our own reinforcements. He says he has been through similar situations before. Considering he is over 400 years old I believe him and have faith.

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day 57 still in the fucking subsection because were needed.
So lo and behold the reinforcements arrived mark wouldn't open the door until they confirmed through answering a series of questions that they were indeed humans and not bots.

So the reinforcements consists of 200 cqc equipped troops they have heavy exoskeleton suits and are equipped with the same plasma weaponry but it is integrated in the suits right arm leaving their hands free.

These fuckers are the definition of rip and tear, they have 3 foot long high frequency blade that is made out of carbon nanotubes. Those things are sharpened to a molecular level. 
same goes for the exoskeletons claws, these guys wanted to push further but mark had them establish a base camp on the upper level.

Most of the work me and bill did was related to setting up the generators and perimeter defense explosives. 

Mark also found out some more information it looks like the old earth defense force here was investigating some of the xeno computers they had found when it corrupted the local security system... more worryingly some how it managed to jump the air gap.
Luckily my data pad is dumb and can only accept physical down loads and has no web connection. we have taken to uninstalling all communication gear except radio, this is a little bad as it makes our suits dumb. We no longer have the targeting computers that link to our guns, nor the friend foe identification system.
Were pretty much back to basics, just our gun sights and our eyes. 
Luckily we still have our thermal viewers though.
we do have one ace up our sleeve though, its a small machine probably 5 feet high looks like an armored bobcat excavator, 
it has two arms sticking out the front for manipulating objects and opening doors., and mounted on arms are two more plasma flamers.

Although you cannot use the hands to hold anything while you operate it.

day 70 
I finally woke up I don't remember much of what happened to be honest. I remember ridding the lift down.
I heard weapons fire. 
Apparently we made it pretty far, then i set off some sort of explosive. don't know what it was but it took my legs clean off. 
Apparently bill is still down their assisting mark. But I am out of commission. asides from losing my legs I have somewhere around 200 fragments of ass metal in me, hell as if it couldn't get any worse it looks like i suffered a traumatic brain injury I now talk with a stammer. God damn that must of been one hell of an explosion if it did that to me through my PPE.
Hell I'm lucky to be alive. Apparently mark went ape shit pulled me out and got me priority medical care.. Seems some one has a lot of love for the little guys here. 
any way I'm going to rest for now selvia will see me tomorrow.

day 71
Well i think its starting to sink in dear fucking god am i lucky, before selvia came in i asked for a mirror and my chest looked liked it was a fucking pin cushion. 
We have these auto injectors used to plug wounds the stuff dries clear. Well apparently the docs had to use a shit ton of it because I could still see where my tissue was reforming.
not to mention the wires and cables that were poking out of my chest. I was pretty badly mangled.
I managed to hide the severity from selvia by procuring a darker then usual hospital blanket. 
She was pretty much all over me.
Damn is it sad that the closest i have ever been to a women is after i get my fucking legs blown off and nearly killed... 
I mean i spent nearly a simulated 30 fucking years of life in the tank... 

Oh well i guess romantic life would have taken up unnecessary memory and time. 
I am after all a disposable tank bred after all.

day 72
Well the doctors gave me a preview of muh fancy new walking legs. i love saying that in fucking Forest gumps voice. now i am not saying in any way that i would want to have my legs blown off but these are a cool bit of kit. they are organic and will required a little bit of genetic modification on my end to accept them, 

mainly with regards to my bone and skin oh yeah and fucking reworking the very chemistry of how my body produces ATP and energy they also ripped my heart out and are going to replace it with a new synthetic one due to the fact it was damaged by an air embolism and my lungs to .. i mean they were essentially peppered to shit.. 

This shit is way over my fucking head, but the docs did it without my consent... 
but i cant complain its pretty cool. 
They look somewhat like normal legs but you can see the artificial muscle beneath them.
Apparently after getting them fit I'm going to have to go through 5 months of rehabilitation due to the gen mods as they are literally rebuilding most of my muscles.
My only question is why did they pull out so much tech for a disposable worker?? i mean i thought i was just another tank born produced to work. i mean I really shouldn't question the kindness of my employers. but still its above the top..

Day 87
I woke up from the surgery in shooting agony dear god. I could not press that morphine shooter fast enough...
Imagine your whole body was your dick and now you had contracted every STI imaginable. 

Now imagine that you put your dick in a vise grip with sand, and went at it.

This is absolutely the worst pain I had ever felt.
God fucking damn, at least now I'm tripping on some nice fentanyl, shits a few 10000 times more powerful then morphine. 

The docs say I have a few months of rehab to go through to get used to my new muscles and integrate every thing.
Apparently while I was out Selvia left little bracelets for each day I was under surgery. They are made out of a collection of string stones and scrap metal that has been polished. 
Real artsy though. 

She really knows how to raise a guys spirits... I should do something nice for her... 
But the next few days I'm going to be getting use to my new body.

day 88
Now there is no shame in crying but god damn does rehab hurt.
The first task, get out of the fucking bed.

Now generally most people after surgery would be moving around like a wet noodle but since they inserted artificial muscle and other goodies my issue was that I was bouncing around like a god damn bull in a china shop.

My arms and legs flailed around like a man suffering from an epileptic episode.

When I wanted to reach near my arm would move with too much force over shooting its given target carried by its momentum.

Then I would try to counteract by pulling back, which would lead to me smacking myself with a hearty thwack.
All in all I am a pretty hapless sight.

Now the docs have me rigged up to a system where they have resistive ropes attached to a pulley system much like a life sized human marionette to ease my movement.

The minimum amount of force required to move any large muscle group in my upper body is well over 150 pounds. for my legs its over 1000 pounds.

day 89 
Despite the precaution of weighing down my limbs I nearly took out a nurse who was standing by when I had to scratch my ass. 
My god damn arm was an inch from smashing his face into a trillion bloody fragments.
Well, now I have a 3 foot circle around me of red tape and the weight resistance has been increased to 250 pounds for my upper body.

Well I have learned one thing about getting all your muscles and bones replaced and getting a shit ton of mods, it fucks with you hard..

I cant even pass the egg test, where you have to pick up an egg without crushing it. 
Suffice to say my days of jerking it are over until I get a better grasp of my new synthetic muscles. Don't want to crush or rip off my little guy... 

On the bright side the docs said I might be able to walk un assisted with in 3 days. I'm pretty hyped for that as being stuck in this motion retardation rig is killing me, I mean pissing in to a bag and a liquid diet isn't exactly living the high life...
Oh well, things could be worse, on the bright side when I fully recover I will be stronger then ever and have even more potential assuming I work out... 
Thank this sweet organization I work for, for giving me these god damn awesome mods, and not letting me bleed out.

day 92
So most of my rehab focuses on controlling my new found speed and strength. today we are working on .... The hand shake, the test consists of me shaking hands with a balsa wood construct in the shape of a hand. If I crush it I applied to much pressure, if I'm too light the sensors on it will make a light buzz. pretty low tech but it works.
I'm also working on walking with out smashing the tiles.
We have a pad the measures impact force and displays it as a wave on a screen the bigger the wave the more force. If I cross a certain threshold the wave turns red when I am walking with the correct amount of force the wave turns green.
All in all a fairly easy system.
Also the pain has begun subsiding and I am now only on a high dose of ibuprofen.
Now I just feel sore all the time.
I cant wait till I can see Selvia.. It feels like forever since I last saw her.

day 93 
So Selvia stopped by today, we talked about our what's happened, she tried to hug me but the staff wouldn't let her.. she was pretty mad over that. I had to explain that there is a good chance I could crush her to death unintentionally.. Her little ears on her head got all limp.
Her emotions are pretty easy to read she's obviously frustrated by the situation but until I get my gross and fine motor skills under control ill have to wait for my home life.. 
I really miss my bed.

day 94
So I have gained some fine motor skill with my right hand. I can finally pick up a grape and an egg with out crushing it. 
The same cant be for my left hand. 
But hey progress is progress.
Oh and the best part is I can walk around now...
The physical rehabilitation class are a lot shorter now. around 6 hours instead of 12 hours a day..
So I finally got to hang with Sevlia. 
Apparently while I was gone she power watched all all of the anime I had purchased.... I think I might have created a bigger weeb then me....God damn those tank born memories. there I am quoting 450 year old memes.... Hell I am basically a fucking anachronism that can do jobs...
Guess that's why me and my guys have so much in common with mark...
I wonder how he is doing after that mission...
I never got to see it through... 
I will definitely send mark a message tonight..

day 95
Apparently they took the hidden base...
At a high cost at least the lives of 500 internal operators and 600 private mercs from outside.. Looks like they will be ordering a lot of new boys from Monsanto.... Ah the tank born creed our lives never ends because we never end. That is of course assuming your product line isn't replaced or discontinued...
Any how 
Marc says the tech geeks are dissecting the rouge AI system, apparently they were amazed that a basic Boston dynamics security AI from back then could run at such a high capacity even manufacturing new bots. 
They think that what ever the xeno computer virus did to hijack the security system must have given it some additional information.
I can already imagine the owner of our corporation grinning ear to ear. Anything from the war sells for a lot, especially xeno equipment but software.. that's a whole new realm...

Figure me colored, they hold god damn funerals for us fucking tank borns.. Now that is something new.... 
Generally we end up striped of usable parts and organs and put in a fermentation heap to make compost.
Apparently there is a grave for joe... I'm going to go visit it.. 
Generally for us tank borns death is a fairly informal affair, tossed aside like a discarded orange peel.. 
But this place actually goes through the effort to make funerals for every one.
The whole 9 yards casket embalming, flowers, you name it..
Dang , I don't know how I feel about this . Its odd being valued so much... 
Its completely illogical but once again I cant complain about our kind benefactors... God if you exist thank you for letting me live in this reality... I know I have it better off then probably 99 percent of tank borns.. Between the straight up sadist and the ever grinding wars, that just need another body this existence isn't too bad.

day 96.
I visited joes grave... It was a simple one of black marble. Mabey 12 inches wide by 7 inches tall. It had his production date and his death as well as a barcode that shared a short message about him..
It was surrounded by the 500 other people who had lost their lives in the fight... apparently this was one of the highest personal losses to the organization in its recent history...
That aside I'm still not one hundred percent alright after the surgery.
I still fumble around a bit like a drunk but no spasms.. Docs say I'm a making an astounding recovery. 
Also mark gave me a gift... An old combat suit and matching exoskeleton, it has the words rip and tear emblazoned upon its left arm which has a 4 foot long plasma cutter, and claws... The right says steady aim and has a 7mm rail gun mounted to it... This thing is pretty basic it has a carbon nanotube space frame that is very angular in appearance and has a shit ton of scratches. when entered the chest section has a locking mechanism that binds my suit to the exoskeleton. 
It has armor plating on both arms that appears to have been taken off the ablative hull of a space ship. The suit its self is standard ceramic composite hard tiles mixed with a high tenacity fabric.. 
The helmets an old model some k-5 nueral interface. Its grey color has tons of scratches on it...
Now if I didn't look it over carefully I wouldn't have noticed it but in the left side there was a slight depression in the helmet almost like something blew through it..
When held up to the light, there was a slight color difference in the reflection...
It seemed to be a carbon nanotube based injection fill.

Now I'm not sure if this was intentional or not but did mark try to cover up that the last guy wearing this died.. Makes no sense to give me the dead guys old helmet, when a new one could be produced on the cheap..
I mean sure the rig has is old and pretty unique , but still, also the suit is a perfect fit.

day 97
so me and bill are back together... He lost both arms now..... Dear god I leave that bastard alone for a second and he is off losing limbs..
Other wise he is no worse for the wear... I asked him how he was holding up, he gave me a rather Stop correcting "chipper" "never better". I figure its not in anyone's interest to dig any further. 
So mark says that we are being reassigned to the chemical warfare and special operations division....
Now sure shipping and handling of toxic waste and dangerous chemicals might not be the most exciting work but its safe... 
well safe might not be the right words, but there is some sense of safety that comes with a non combat job.... But god fucking damn do I love combat...
I am not sure how well Selvia will respond to it but hell I'm hyped and ready to go..

day 98 
It went over surprisingly well with selvia. I have started a secret project for her.... I got knitting plans for a little wool hat that can cover her ears.. Sure we are in the middle of a fucking desert but its the thought that counts right... And god damn knitting is a whole hell of a lot harder then shooting shit... 
Also I have taken to wearing a lot of the bracelets she made for me on my arm along with her good luck charm.

Day 99
Well knitting is harder then I thought it would be this two hour project is most likely going to last 5 days due to my ineptitude.. 
So Me and Selvia have been getting used to living together again.
she has been signing while she cooks. I don't know the words she is saying but they sound happy... along with the way she wags her tail, god damn she is adorable...
Any ways mark says we will be getting a briefing tomorrow.. looks like we have a good old find the McGuffin event going on...

Day 100
Well god damn I have made it past the expiration point of most of my cohorts, 100 fucking days... What can I say the rates of attrition are high when talented manpower is just a click and gene tank away... 
Now this isn't due to a short designed life span rather the fact that we are just used disposably. but oddly enough I haven't felt disposable here. I have had a sense of purpose and fulfilment ... 
Oh yeah anyway our mission is to find some lost bio weapons... apparently some ship crashed into some mountains near by due to an "unexplained anomaly". Now that is code word for anything from the pilot snorting cocaine off a hookers ass while the co pilot, shoots up heroine and they crash,
too the more insidious sabotage and piracy. 
Apparently the weapon isn't meant to kill humans but rather crops. You drop it on an agrarian crop world and boom you knock out your opponents food source.. 
Apparently this is a new strain and the people who lost it are willing to give us a ton of schematics for exotic tech... 
All I can say is lets hope the containers intact

day 101 
So before we boarded the shuttle I hopped into the suit. 
Despite weighing nearly 800 pounds its pretty quick on its feet. Who ever had this before valued mobility over all else, its also got a pretty cool fuel source a ZPEM ( zero point energy modual) now no one has fucking known how to make one of these in at least 200 years..

This was one of those bits of tech that popped up and fucking vanished over night...
There are a ton of conspiracy theories about starship anti matter fuel companies killing it, but that doesn't matter. 
What matters is that this old fucking exoskeleton has it. 
Does mark even know about that. He has to there is no way he would give this to me without knowing about that... I mean that's pretty much the top line of tech..
Any way this suit is insane, I can do the 100 meter sprint in 6 seconds from a dead stop...
The hard part is stoping even with the reaction jets to slow me down its hard to come to a stop. Not to mention you get slammed around quite a bit... That's something they always leave out of the movies and animes, good old fashioned g-force and momentum.

Any who me and bill are loaded up and ready to go along with mark. 
Bill is wearing a standard type 5 full encapsulation power armor... its ceramic plates and is similar in appearance to German gothic armor until you reach the helmet which fully encapsulates his head asides from the 8 large optics you can see and a bunch of smaller ones..
mark is wearing the suit he wore last time... doubt he ever takes that thing off every time I see him he is wearing it...

So we in our little puddle jumper of a shuttle get to the mountain range in a little over 4 hours...

Altitude of the crash 10k meters the mountain reaches a top height of 20k meters. 
These are huge ass mountains. Luckily the incline isn't to steep but still one wrong move your going to have a bad time.. 

So mark deployed his drones , to cover the wreck site considering it covered roughly 2 square kilometers... so most of our time was spent passing the time..
That's till the drones started going down... 
We caught a glimpse of the jerkwads who were taking them down.

They wore red armor and had gold trim...
They are most likely a local mercenary group.
Now we estimate that there is probably 10 people plus transport vs the three of us and our shuttle. I like those odds so out the hatch we go..



day 102.
We crushed them....figuratively and literally I took up an over watch position on a part of the wreck over seeing mark and bill. I stabilized the exoskeletons right arm cannon in a reclined position balanced on the knee joint.
Now this rail gun fires a 500grain tungsten slug at around 7000fps.
when I saw the first guy pop around the corner with his gun raised I pulled the trigger...
I could hear a high pitched whine of the capacitors charging up. Then whomp.
The round was sent down range. 
This guy didn't stand a fucking chance. To say he exploded like a blood sausage would be the under statement of the millennium.
Imagine an old T72 cooking off, with its turret popping off and hatches blowing open.

Now apply that to a person in an armored suit...


So after I over pressured that guy , an alarm goes off in my suit and before I know it suit leaped into the air and activated the thrusters to reduce my velocity...

Now apparently the primitive protection system can detect laser designation. 
What it cant do is detect fall height.
So I fell 60 plus feet. on the plus side I didn't get turned into a charcoal briquette by the HEAT MP round. 
Damn near chipped my teeth from the impact.
Mark and bill were probably only 100 feet away and the 9 remaining foes were 200 feet away .

I decided to test the rip and tear function with the plasma cutter. 
I covered the distance is seconds flat.
The local strong arm group gave little resistance.
I mean a 1000 pound exoskeleton monster running at you at close to 60 mph with jump jets and a 3 foot long plasma cutter.. 
They didn't stand a chance, after I took down the first 3 guys the remaining mercs surrendered,
so we took them into custody we will probably drop them off at the nearest city..

Any who after that short interruption bill found the case we were looking for with the crop destroying virus in it.. the seals were uncompromised and the container looks fine. 
No worries.


day 103 
I feel a little bad for the enemy combatants we captured... 
They seem pretty demoralized from the loss of their friends... But that's the price of conflict. 
They can barely speak the basic universal human language which is pretty much bare bones English with some mandarin Chinese thrown in.
they speak some strange local dialect but apparently mark understood them...
They were hired by a local scavenger group to collect the reactor core and other valuable items. And mistook us for a competing company.... 
Poor bastards didn't know what they were getting themselvesinto when they started shooting at us.
Its too late to take the actions back now. Hopefully we all learned a valuable lesson of confirming your oppositions true intentions before opening fire..


Day 104 

So with virus safely returned to the owners we have picked up our payment, a cluster of high class neural networked quantum computers... Hell if I know all the specifics all I know is that they can adapt to a given task pretty quickly and are great for crunching complicated math... 
Now these computers are fresh and have no AI in them apparently they are going to be used by the physics nerds to crunch some calculations...
I don't know how the organization feels about taking outside hardware, as they generally try to keep every thing internal but I guess sometimes you cant make everything.


day 105.
So today was an off day.. I spent some time early with Selvia. She still doesn't know about my project of knitting a little hat for her as I have managed to keep it hidden by knitting in the bathroom. 

She probably thinks I'm either constantly jerking it or having real digestive issues...

Our personal relation ship seems to be doing quite well. She frequently hugs me and cuddles, which seems good.. 
How does some one measure a relationship. how can I tell if I am doing a good job, how do I know how much she cares? 
Well it doesn't matter right now, as every thing is good...

So later on in the day I met up with bill and we hit the company bar.. 

We were drinking some good hard cider. Now I know everyone says that there isn't a difference between the stuff that is mass produced by the assembler we have but I swear to god the real deal tastes fresher.. 

Who would have thunk that a tank born would prefer something real over the artificial version... That's heretical thinking right.
So any ways we down probably 7 of those ciders during the night and we just talk. Bill said it was odd without joe. We purchased an extra cider for joe and poured it out on the area in front of his grave marker.. In retrospect the cleaning crew probably hated us for that but we were to drunk to care at the time..
yeah... my line of work is dangerous. I never really gave thought to much to what would happen if I died because of my job. 
I guess I always figured I would have nothing so I couldn't lose anything. Now I find my self having friends items and loved ones... I have a lot to lose.... 

That scares me more then anything..

day 106.
So I was told to report to the office and found out that I have been attached to marks group along with bill.
Me and Bill are supposed to serve as technical experts regarding the transportation of hazardous high value items... 

Goodbye boring loading dock hello battle field/ loading dock with possible shooting...

So after the meting I talk to mark and ask him where he got the exoskeleton and armor for me. 
He said it was his at one point, and kept it for sentimental reasons. 

He doesn't know that I know the helmet had been patched up to cover the bullet hole...

I doubt he was lying about the sentimental part though, for as big and mechanical a man he is I swore I could see him hesitate as he said the words "sentimental".

Well what ever the case is he definitely knew who the armor belonged to but I doubt I will get any names out of him..
Its probably best not to push to hard.


day 107 
I have finally finished knitting Selvias hat, it kind of looks like a ushanka with two little flappy bits that are meant for her ears..
She is going to love getting this as a gift.
I wrapped it in a bunch of paper.
Anyways, me and Bill were invited to Marks group for a conference.. 
If you could call it that.
It was mainly just a bunch of guys shooting the bullshit talking about operations...
There are 5 members excluding mark they are named : Samuel, Jackson, Mike, Miller and Frank...
they look pretty rugged. Not to much obvious external cybernetic unlike mark but I bet they have a bunch beneath the surface like me..

Despite being a rather prestigious operating group they are very gregarious. I was expecting a ton of pretentious hazing and bullshit, but nope these guys are straight and to the point.

Overall it looks like me and bill will be a good fit in marks group..

And when I say beat these things are beat like a wife in a trailer park.
The engine are exposed and some of the paneling has been replaced with some sort of plastic ceramic composite..

Their emblem is a skull in a pentagram.

The men though they are a whole different story.

There is at least 100 of the fuckers, Our squad is way over matched..
And these guys are well brutes to say the least I would say on average around 6 foot 4 inches,
Their armor isn't the best its mostly frag armor with a few primitive non assistive exoskeletons. But dear god the weaponry they carry is impressive.

From what I can see in my optics these guys are mainly carrying a mk 5 disintegrator.. 
Now these guns aren't something you want to get in the way of, they some how create a charge that contains a large amount of antimatter until it makes contact with something. 

Now I don't know all the nerd stats behind it, but all I know is that its seriously bad news to get hit by it.

Some of the larger guys are carrying what appears to be a support machine gun. specifically a tri barreled, Gatling gun.
My data bank says it fires a 4.5 mm flechette round that weighs 50 grains of depleted uranium and exits at 5000fps at around 4000 rpm... 

Who ever this Vip is they must be pretty god fucking damn important.

I'm trying to establish an uplink to base to see if I cant get some missile support if shit hits the fan..

Well mark and two of his guys along with Bill are conversing with who I assume is the leader.

I am constantly scanning the area so I cant focus on them too much..

I don't like this shit one bit.

Some of the OPFOR's guard are gathering around Mark and friends.
Mark is giving me the stand down order...
Shit I don't like this..

A ceremonial duel to the death... That's what bill was here for he was completely disposable..
Shit, Guess that's why he was playing around with that high frequency machete so much..

So the op for puts forth this huge ass meat head of a man..

And when I say meat head I mean 6 foot 9 inches 400 pounds of muscle with 100 pounds of armor. 

I'm listing to the coms and you know what that crazy fucker bill says. " you look big but I know your dick is small and your ass is mine."

So began the fight.
The big fat fuck has a hunk of ship plating that is fashioned into a crude blade..
It can stand up to the hits of Bills HF blade.

Bill is darting around like a chipmunk on cocaine. I have never seen a man move so fast.

All I saw was him juke to the left after the big fat fucker swung then next thing I know 
the fat fucker is on his face sans one leg next thing I know bill chops his head off and picks it up like its some sort of prize and throws it to the op for..

God damn bill you never cease to amaze me..

Apparently though the leader of the enemy opposition felt that this was a dishonorable display...

Dumb fuck actually believes there is honor in killing, I feel my trigger finger itching to ventilate some of these fucks, but Mark is trying to talk them down..

Then I noticed something, some of the opfor were trying to be stealthy fuckers and flank mark and his men I gave him a quick heads up on the com...
I got the honors of splattering the enemy commander with my rail gun.
57k foot pounds of energy dumped into a human body doesn't exactly leave a whole lot left.
The next round bam, tore clean through one of the V22 clones they had. They must still be running on old fashioned aviation fuel because it lit up like a torch. 

Now its game time 95 men vs 7..

Marks men popped out of the water like breaching wales.. If wales had guns that fired 30mm explosive munitions..

Along with my sniper fire we managed to suppress the enemy forces, probably just by surprise. I doubt they expected such fire power from such a small group. But we couldn't depend on it for that long.

My com link popped up, apparently mark had eyes on the VIP.
Poor bastard literally shit himself while being hauled off by the opfor

Now generally that wouldn't be an issue..
Asides from the fact that these people were fanatically devoted to combat, and that killing a tougher enemy was one of the few ways to earn a higher station in life.


Most of their weapons consisted of simple open bolt submachineguns.. They couldn't hope to penetrate my armor or any of ours..

Do you know what happens when you fire a rail gun at a 10 year old holding a submachine gun...
The same thing that happens to every thing else....
At the end of the day we fought our way to a central plaza...

the situation for miller wasn't looking good, his vitals were erratic, and despite all his nano tech in him stopping the blood loss from 40 flettchet wounds is a lot to ask.

Then we get a call from hq to seal our suits, as they are sending chemical ordnance inbound on our location.. 

We had to quickly seal Miller and mike up using the "glue gun" an expanding foam that stops bleeding but also functions as a plug in your suit..

Next thing I know there are ten booms and hisses..

now I'm not sure what the fuck was loaded in those things, but the screams said all I needed to know..
Out of morbid curiosity I looked out the window..
I wished I didn't.

Have you seen people spasm so hard that they audibly snap their bones. This was a town of roughly 10 k people..
10k people dead, in an instant.. 
Only then did it dawn on me the power this organization had over this little shit hole of a planet..
We weren't the small fish, we were the fucking megladons. 

After a few seconds the screaming stopped.. 
Mark said that its "not actually active screaming but an uncontrollable muscle spasm." 
Still not very comforting. Nor was the sight of Bill soaked head to toe in blood.. Well at least he was alive, your priorities in combat change radically from civilian life..
Our shuttle pod out of this town of the dead arrived in 20 minuets exactly on the ETA we were given.

Day 108

Well now its our second mission out. This time with mark and all his boys...
We are going to be going into a city 700 miles northwest of our current rocket launch facility.
Its name is Eden.
Fuck man this must have been one hell of a garden planet before it got glassed during the exeno war for a city to have a name like that.

As it stands right now that city is 5million souls of pure human destitution.. 

Apparently we are having a VIP transfer some researchers got themselves kidnaped and it our job to make sure the transaction goes as planed...
Like anything goes as planed.

As usual Selvia is extremely worried about me, every time I leave for duty her bushy tail and ears go down.. but with this exoskeleton I have nothing to fear..
I Put a new sticker on the rail gun, It says "kill it with fire". 
Figured it would go with the other one that says "rip and tear."

We are gearing up. 
Me and bill will be providing overwatch for marks men when they are dealing with the VIPs.

If any action goes down some one is going to be on the business end of my rail gun and it wont be good for them...

You know I wasn't programed to be a blood thirsty individual but because of my combat programing I do find a certain pleasure in watching a man be vaporized....

Thinking about it I should probably get checked out by one of the shrinks here to make sure I'm not going rouge. Its not uncommon for us tank born to have a few screws lose..

Oh also on the bright side we got some kick ass new active cameo. I can drape it over my exoskeleton and its like I'm not even there I just have to manage the thermal signature from heat sources, other then that "you can't see me." 
Dear god why did Monsanto give me hundred year old memes??

Ever since Joe died Bill has been looking forward to combat more so then normal.. 

He got a high frequency machete and has been getting neural implants like there is no tomorrow. I know they were close as they were raised in the tank to be a team.

Day 109.
So off we go in our puddle jumper it will take us a few hours to get there.

I'm wasting time doing minor maintenance on my exoskeleton.

Bill is chewing down some ungodly protein drug mix called chewsome. 

Stuff supposedly is like cocaine but last for hours..

I'm really worried about Bill, he has that look of a man who just wants to watch the world burn. 
He doesn't care about the mission anymore he just wants to kill.

I brought this up to Mark. Mark says it shouldn't be an issue as he will most likely just get himself killed.

Not exactly reassuring to hear, especially because I care about Bill, he is the last guy from my cargo handling crew, god damn closest thing I have to a real family and I will be god fucking damned if I lose him.

Just 1 hour before insertion and the god damn plans change I will be providing over watch alone Bill will be going with the insertion team.

Now Eden is a spiraling mass of bullshit near a floodplain. Its filled with broken and empty skyscrapers that refuse to yield to the elements. A defiant remnant of its once bright past.

Sure at the core there is a few rich folk but most of the outer area is just dirt poor destitution that has more in common with the 15th century then what ever the fuck year it is now.

You see locals in their rice fields with oxen working under the harsh sun, If I didn't know any better I would expect "It ain't me" to start playing and I would be manning an M60 on a Huey.

Mark deposited me at the remnants of a skyscraper that has a nice view of the marsh where the VIP will be exchanged. Roughly 1 klick away..

Some of his men brought additional oxygen tanks for their suits and they are hiding in the water..
Sneaky fucks.

It looks like they really don't expect this to go well.
I better get that active cameo up on my rig.

god damn I didn't expect the opposition to look so unprofessional..
They are flying good to honest V-22 clones, and these things look beat.

And when I say beat these things are beat like a wife in a trailer park.
The engine are exposed and some of the paneling has been replaced with some sort of plastic ceramic composite..

Their emblem is a skull in a pentagram.

The men though they are a whole different story.

There is at least 100 of the fuckers, Our squad is way over matched..
And these guys are well brutes to say the least I would say on average around 6 foot 4 inches,
Their armor isn't the best its mostly frag armor with a few primitive non assistive exoskeletons. But dear god the weaponry they carry is impressive.

From what I can see in my optics these guys are mainly carrying a mk 5 disintegrator.. 
Now these guns aren't something you want to get in the way of, they some how create a charge that contains a large amount of antimatter until it makes contact with something. 

Now I don't know all the nerd stats behind it, but all I know is that its seriously bad news to get hit by it.

Some of the larger guys are carrying what appears to be a support machine gun. specifically a tri barreled, Gatling gun.
My data bank says it fires a 4.5 mm flechette round that weighs 50 grains of depleted uranium and exits at 5000fps at around 4000 rpm... 

Who ever this Vip is they must be pretty god fucking damn important.

I'm trying to establish an uplink to base to see if I cant get some missile support if shit hits the fan..

Well mark and two of his guys along with Bill are conversing with who I assume is the leader.

I am constantly scanning the area so I cant focus on them too much..

I don't like this shit one bit.

Some of the OPFOR's guard are gathering around Mark and friends.
Mark is giving me the stand down order...
Shit I don't like this..

A ceremonial duel to the death... That's what bill was here for he was completely disposable..
Shit, Guess that's why he was playing around with that high frequency machete so much..

So the op for puts forth this huge ass meat head of a man..

day 109 continued
Punctual and on time and efficient that's the organization for you. Oh and utterly ruthless...
Well at least I'm on the right side of the gun with regards to them..

I looked out the back of our shuttle as I saw the shanty down we had just gassed.
The houses were simple prefab containers for shipping. The walls surrounding it were corrugated composite plastics, all covered in the bodies of its inhabitants. While I was gazing upon the carnage the next thing I knew there was a blinding flash and a giant fire ball.. Apparently the orginzation felt so inclined to remove this town that a rather large thermobaric warhead was used to level it...
I cannot tell if that was to hide our crime or just rinse the area of what ever ungodly toxin we released there.

There are somethings I will never tell Selvia and this is one of them.

Mark looked at me and told me not to take it too hard..
"your a tank born don't worry about morals that's for us freeborns to carry, when we get back I will get us a beer."..

He definitely has a peculiar way of looking at the world..

I tired talking to bill but he was out of it. What ever chems he was running must have ran their course and he was worn out.. 

Hope he doesn't turn into a chem head. Its not that a fear about addiction rather they just turn you into a living machine you are either high on them and working or you aren't and you are sleeping .

It wasn't until I got out of my exoskeleton that I realized how much blood I had on it..
The "Rip and tear" Logo on the left arm was barely visible beneath it all.. 

For all the blood we spilled we had nothing to show for it..
I hope our superiors don't chew our asses out over this..

day110
Things in debriefing went better then I thought they would, apparently the intel guys got a shit ton of stuff wrong so we were let off the hook..

Apparently they were quite happy that we just got our own asses back intact.
Mike and Miller are healing up in the med bay..
Looks like they will pull through but miller might be stuck desk side for 4 months..

Poor bastard I would rather have my dick chopped off then be stuck desk side for 4 months.

Selvia was happy as always to see me. She doesn't know what I do out there. She sees me as some nice caring guy, She thinks I do good. She thinks I wage a noble fight of good verses bad.. 
As long as I am alive I shall make sure that's what she thinks... I cant let her see the world this universe.
I will gladly become the biggest monster in existence if it means she cans stay safe and ignorant.
I shall be her knight in shinning armor. With sword and shield in hand. I shall keep the monsters of reality at bay. So that we may share this little bit of tranquility..

It looks like I have a week off.. I will have to schedule some plans.