[h3][color=0072bc]Log Entry #1: Subject #3418[/color] [/h3]

[color=aba000]“Couldn’t ya have picked a better shithole to explore?”[/color]

A trio of men, all dressed in fairly light and slightly ragged clothing, woefully underprepared for the scorching climate of Terersg. Clearly they weren’t planning on staying here very long. Everyone else could feel a foreign aura radiating from them as they escorted, or were being lead by a colossal figure, like a stone statue given life. The figure was towering over even the three muscular men trailing next to it. It’s metallic “skin” moves in some places like armor, but others like it was muscle and flesh. The skin was like polished silver that you could use it as a mirror, if not for all the bright markings dotted onto parts of it. Bearing a slight resemblance to a humanoid, one could say maybe another one of the men is piloting it.

[color=00aeef]“Planets are difficult to come by, it is better to explore every one of them we come by, even if it is a short visit. Besides, this planet is not that bad.”[/color] The living statue replied in a monotone and powerful voice, almost a retort. The voice sounded synthesized, either this was a full on robot or it’s some kind of speaker system or voice changer. 

[color=a36209]“Sure it ain’t so bad when you’re all cooped up in your warm and cozy suit.”[/color] Another one remarked, not bothering to look at the statue. the three men were in a sour mood from the looks of it. The statue did not respond this time. And so they kept on going in the same direction they were heading, which appeared to be absolutely nowhere.

[color=a0410d]“Aie, cap’n, why do we even need to come with ya? You’re the size of a bloody Sherman tank, you could take on everyone in this city alone!” One of the men piped up with an accusing sneer on his face.[/color]

[color=00aeef]“It is more of a preference, I was a researcher when I was still on my home planet, the profession required being with other researchers for safety reasons. If one researcher was stuck in a hole for example, he could be saved by the other researchers.”[/color]

[color=a0410d]“Yeah, well we sure ain’t “researchers,” or capable of pulling your two-ton ass out of a hole.” The accusing man replied, with the sneer turning into an annoyed frown.[/color]

[color=00aeef]“Fair point.”[/color]

With that, the small talk withered away in the blink of an eye, the man wasn’t sure if Ripley was gonna really stop dragging people into his shit permanently or if he was gonna try to forget about it like usual. He should try to get some people that are actually his friends to drag along, he thought. His thoughts were quickly overtaken by the cacophony of the celebrating Seeg, quickly it was getting on their nerves. They all just wanted to run up into the crowd and punt the little shits like they were rugby balls. They just had a magical obnoxious quality to them. 

However, the cacophony started to develop a frantic quality to it, and the pack of figures running past the crowd was sudden. The trio of men slowed down their walking, their faces turning from irked, subtle scowls to intrigued, otherwise neutral expressions. Perhaps it was part of whatever event was going on? No, this crowd seemed panicked. The men’s faces showed the slightest hint of fear. One of the men asked “What the hell’s happening here?” There was silence that seemed to stretch forever, as the figures ran forever.

One of the men walked up cautiously, but confidently to the running figures and tried to get their attention by shouting [color=aba000]“Oi! What are you all doing?”[/color] A tiny bit rude but whatever, he can apologize later.