TRANSCRIPT OF SHIP'S LOG

LOG 1.1
"This is Captain Van Owen, the date... I'm not sure, so we'll go with day 1. We've been driving for about six hours now and to be frank everything looks like bullshit from where I'm standing. The terrain's... It's this featureless, perfectly flat plane- mostly grey, but there's some brown and red in there, too. Sensors and visuals are all clear, but only out to a distance of about two kilometers. Past that there's this weird sort of... fog, or mist, or something that keeps us from seeing past the immediate area. We've spotted a few mountains, but otherwise no landmarks.

LOG 1.2
"So, good news, turns out the fog don't block radio- we've been receiving transmissions on the shortwave since we turned it on about an hour ago. The bad news: People in this... Country? Planet?
[color=c4df9b]"I'd say planet."[/color]
"People on this planet seem to use it exclusively to talk shit. I've been listening to a guy scream about how much he loves- but also wants to kill- the Gundam for a good twenty minutes now. Now, I can't see this man, but I can tell ya with absolute confidence he's got himself a [i]raging[/i] boner. Van Owen out."

LOG 2.1
"So shit just got real spooky all of a sudden. One minute, we're cresting a hill- the next, we're in Sydney. Like, [i]the[/i] Sydney, with the opera house. The one they dropped the colony on. The colony's here too, actually. Up in the sky. It's just kinda... Hangin' there, like it's waiting for somethin'. There's more hills on all sides- maybe hill's is the wrong word. It's more like we're in one a' them, whaddaya call it- calderas. Like a big bowl. Anyway, we're getting the hell outta here."

LOG 3.1
"We tried our luck with another one of those craters- we're calling them craters now- and now we're on some kinda island. There's a pair of Gundam-types 'bout one-point-two kilometers to the South here, they're fighting a pair of... Giant, mechanical snakes. The snakes are also Gundams. They're making some kinda pose... How'd they [i]do[/i] that? Roland, geddover here! An' bring the popcorn!"

LOG 3.2
"Them karate boys told us we couldn't salvage nothin', since we'd get cancer. I tried to sell 'em some parts, but they told me they had somethin' called a 'Mobile Trace' and it was better 'n anything I got on me."

LOG 4.1
"Another crater today. A city, this time. Place looks deserted- there's a few mechs here and there, green ones with camera heads- might be worth something stripped, not sure. They look pretty top-heavy compared to- oh, hold on, we're getting movement to the East of us. Not seein' a heat signature, so I don't think it's hovering. Gonna try hailing him over comms and see if he's willin' to talk."
 
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