kroganslog

Translated from Krogan Audio File

Date: Sometime Early 2183 CE as the humans note.

Its always a pain, having to leave a clinic minutes before the Authorities bust in on a raid. Just barely managed to make it out with a handful of supplies stuffed in my suits armor, my handy shotgun strapped to my back. Its a shame, had to leave several million credits worth of equipment back there, I just injected myself with the last batch of symbiotes I had… I hope that was not a mistake, I can feel them still squirming as I booked passage on the first flight off planet.

I did not even note what planet I was off to, don’t really care. Just as long as its not where I came from, everyone needs a doctor, and once Ive got the money, Ill start my modifications back up again. I can’t help it, its just so interesting finding out how other species fit together, and how to attach things to them. Now I am on the ship here waiting. So boring, locked in here for a week on this slow FTL flight. I think I will chat with that chap over there, he seems augmented all to hell, maybe I can fleece some money off of him for optimization.

Date: Day 1

Well now this has gone all to hell. Just popping out of FTL flight a little early and we crash landed on this planet. Well come to think of it, not so much crash landed, so much as jammed into a tiny escape pod, and jettisoned out. The ship itself landed Ok as far as I could see. Bloody cheapskates, stranding us out here, Will probably ask for a small fortune for rescuing us. Out of spite, and because I need it, I harvested the beacon for some omni Gel. Take that you cheap gits.

It has been several hours, I have discovered the giant varieties of brown this planet has to offer. After I ran out of songs to hum, I decided to start naming them. After getting to brown 10, I figured its better to just sing louder.

Well this is new. I came across another pod. it seems like there were supplies stashed in the pods. I should have checked mine more thoroughly. Out of anger, I melted the beacon off for more omni gel.

Still wandering off, I come across a new shade of brown. I call it Charllee and start chatting with it as I walk. I hear some noises off in the distance. For all I know, its either a firefight, or someone starting a fire with large rocks. Or a media player playing the latest Krogan Pop Idols latest hit “Murder the Honourless With High Explosives*”, I cant tell. I asked Charllee, but it turns out colours can not talk. This isolation and cold seem to be getting to me, either that or I hit my head on the way down.

*translators note: This is just one word in the Krogan language, and a rather short one at that. Krogan Scare me, quite a bit.

Journal Of Dr. Ciligari

Translated from Krogan Audio File

Date: Sometime Early 2183 CE as the humans note.

Day 2

Still stuck on this planet, I keep walking in the rough direction of where the ship landed, probably. Only thing of note, is that the sun seems to stay in the sky for a rather long time. With the changing light, I have now discovered brown #11, a touch more reddish of a brown. For something different I climbed up a hill to get a bit of a barring. Charllee started talking to me, this time, or at least I though. I forgot that my omni-tool was still wide open. Here I meet several shades of blue on a well built and shapely Asari lass, and several shades of black on a Quarian. We have decided that traveling together is for the best. The Asari is someone I remember meeting from the ship, and the Quarian claims to have been a crew member. The Asari wanted to get me to sign some sort of document, so I pulled out hard copies of the standard Waver form that says he can not sue regardless of the outcome of surgery.

After a couple hours of more walking and light conversation, which I was grateful for, though I will not let those of inferior organage ever know that, we came across another escape pod. Poor fellow there was shot and left for dead, Too dead to try to recover any parts for future donation. The Quarian decided to do some hodge bodging to get us a signal tracker thingamajig. It seems to work according to him. With the sun down they decided to grab some sleep, and leave me on first watch. By the time they fell asleep, I had become bored again. Good thing the crew member was there. I dug a small grave for him, and decided to refresh my memory on how humans work. They do not just seem squishy, they really are, there is very little that would not kill these poor creatures, with only having one heart, one set of lungs, Almost no redundant organs to speak of.

5 hours pass, Its time to wake the Asari. Maybe we should trade names at one point in time or other… Oh well. I crawl over and make myself a bed from the drop pod. Time for a nap.

2 and a half hours later, those creatures of inferior organs woke me up from a nap. I am very (strong emotion related directly to feeling near murderous after being awoken from a nap) right now, and the only thing that is saving them, is not knowing how to use the triangulation hardware.

Our walking brought us some surprises this time, a truck came and uttered an ominous “Name and occupation” Said in a very threatening way. Reminds me of pirates I use to know. After exchanging several strings of conversation, I figure out the pirate has A) murdered two people, B) stolen a truck. C) He says he murdered members of our team, He must mean crew. The Quarian and Asari both ran after him, I guess its time for me to pull out some skills I learned from my time with Audio log missing data, rebuilding, complete Just as he is waking back up again in the lift field the Asari put up, he is blasted with a rather good hit from warp. I ended up hacking his sword arm, and rushing in close. Some things he said do not jive correctly and I want to find out some more information.

With a shotgun aimed at him, He surrendered, but the Asari still wants blood. Even I can not condone attacking this poor guy right now. The Quarian also seems to hesitate. This guy has no visible weapons, but those arms look quite sturdy. Well time to get him to back away from the sword, and then we will see about finding more information from this fellow.

Journal Of Dr. Ciligari

Translated from Krogan Audio File

Date: Sometime Early 2183 CE as the humans note.

Day? 3 – I think, my watch is not able to calibrate to this binary star issue.

Murder death machine Shadow, Or that is what I am calling him. He has another name, some human name, never really caught onto them. Regardless, Murder death machine shadow, that fellow who surrendered in the previous log. Turns out he was just a normal passenger. He let me watch the video files from his eyes. I am of the suspicion he is not too bright. He tried to cook a lizard with a cutting torch, and bumped and stumbled his way across this planet without actually going anywhere according to his hours and hours and hours of driving footage, and the glorious (heavy sarcasm detected) 120 point turn made. He claims to be a mercenary, and I know they let some challenged individuals work for them, but I am having troubles believing that.

We made it to the ship. In clearing it we stumbled upon a dead body, More on that later. Cleared out the ship, no remaining pirates, though we found out they stole the nav. Computer and a stack of mail. Not sure what they wanted. Turns out the person that was dead ended up being only mostly dead, Though the way our murder death machine wanted to move the patient after stabilizing her, that could have been changed quickly. I spent the next several hours with the Quarian patching this crew member back together again. Right, the nearly dead person is a crew member, human, and female. I will admit shock that this creature is still alive even after all the blood she lost.

Once we finished patching her back up I hear chatter about pirates. I turn my com link back on, having turned it off during operation, and deduce that we are going to be proper fucked in the near future as the (ancestor species to the krogan, similar to a human calling someone a monkey)’s fiddling around in the cockpit seems to have told the hostiles on this planet exactly where we are. Not able to leave the patient quite yet, I stay informed of the goings on. MDM Shadow brought me some emergency masks. This is because the Quarian has set up in two of the cargo holds a reaction to produce large amounts of chlorine gas. extracted from the log for brevity, the long detailed account of what Caligari hopes happens to the pirates lungs and soft tissues Now all that is left is the hours of waiting for the pirates to show up.

Combats started. At least from the sounds. we are setting up ambush in the hallway here, waiting for any hapless fool to show his face so it can get shaved off with flechette rounds. Shadow notices some people up top trying to blow our scrags off, so he does his little zippy thing, bolting up and blasting away, while me and the Tech master dodge into the “infirmary” and I use that term lightly. Here we wait while guns and grenades go off. At one point the door is shut, I assume by the Asari. After a couple minutes hard tromping can be heard followed by the sound of bodies hitting the ceiling and dragging across it. Sounds like the biotic managed to disable two of them. I hop out into the corridor, shoot the guy, then punch his stupid face, which on second thought was a bad idea. I will just stick to shooting them. With this many pirates it should not be hard to grab extra clips. Some more explosions go off on the roof of the space ship, and MDS Shadow comes bolting back in the ship like a human on fire, though under fire may be more appropriate. He proceeds to open fire on one of the targets. I will have to finish this later as the combat seems to becoming more intense.

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