>>>>>RETRIEVE FILE 18421.32
Crash Of UCAS-Augler 33A At >>CLASSIFIED<< On Oct 16, 2057
SECTION A: Flight Recorder Transmission
SECTION B: Emergency Transmission Series
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Kell: Course adjustment 55A initiated, radar still clean. Jones,
you ready for leave?
Jones: Christ yes. Been up in the air in the last six months
more than I've been on the ground. It's beginning to wreak merry hell with
Kell: Heard from Sue lately?
Jones: Last I head from anybody she'd run off with that cock
sucker from munitions. If I ever get my hands on that son of a.......shit,
big return on the rad.
Kell: Confirmed. Radar reading multiple rotor craft, ECM engaged.
Not ours for certain. What the hell are these schmucks doing in our air
Jones: Damned if I....oh god. Something's screwed up. Computer
recalculating current location. DAMNIT, WERE IN SOUIX!
Kell: Dropping to minimum alt! They've crashed the ECM! Jones,
give me a course out of (EXPLOSION).
Jones: THEY GOT US, KELL! I'M SITTING IN AIR BACK HERE!!!!
Kell: STICK'S DEAD! PUNCH OUT! PUNCH.......
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Colonel Gerald Kell reporting condition KRS-RED, location unknown.
We've been downed by Souix choppers. The whereabouts of my co-pilot are
unknown and I'm almost certain they gatlinged him on the way down. For
reasons unknown, the Souix forces have made no attempt to capture me or
recover the wreckage of our Augler. My receiver is trashed and I can only
pray that this transmission is going through. Given the fact that my position
is in Souix territory I have followed procedure 1154 and eliminated as
many traces of UCAS involvement in this incident as possible. My personal
nonviability incendiary is on standby should capture seem imminent. Currently
no escape options are applicable due to injuries sustained during ejection.
Following the remainder of procedure 1154 I will continue broadcasts for
the standard five day period after which time I will destroy the transmitter.
No further UCAS involvement should be initiated in this situation. Confirmation
Mandatory intelligence transmission. No extensive information gathered
due to immobility. The immediate area appears heavily wooded with more
than average paranormal activity although, remarkably, the critters have
made no effort to harm me. My functioning sensor unit is periodically detecting
ten to fifteen humanoid signatures at a distance of twenty kilometers.
I hope to hell they're not Souix.
Mandatory intelligence transmission. My injuries are healing rapidly,
almost at an amazing pace, although mobility is still nearly nonexistent
due to lingering pain. Although I feared my rations would quickly run out
a lone buck was unlucky enough to stray within my immediate vicinity and
I was able to down it with my sidearm. Thank god for the stupidity of animals.
Mandatory intelligence transmission. I awoke this morning completely
healed, not a hint of pain remained. I decided to recon the area in which
I had detected the humanoid heat signatures but stopped five kilometers
into my journey at a small pond which offered up a variety of plant and
animal nourishment. If I don't get out of here soon I'm going to need a
Dragon to transport my overweight ass around.
Mandatory intelligence transmission. I found Jones! We hooked up about
five kilometers from the "village" I was seeking and reported similar findings
in regard to paranormal activity, rapid healing, and an abundance of food.
Not to bash the good old UCAS, but these Souix woods are something else.
Both of us feel better than we've felt in years. Even some of the side
effects of our cyberware installation has appeared to have worn off. We're
going to take our time getting to the village and will probably hit it
the day after tomorrow.
Final intelligence transmission. Tomorrow we visit the village. I have
a good feeling about this. Actually, I have a good feeling about everything
right about now. I feel like everything life has drained out of my soul
has been replenished by these woods. We've even encountered a path leading
to our village, a path that beckons us to go forward. Even if I wanted
to turn back, I don't think I could.
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