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....Date: 521 A.S ( A year where all went to nightmare)
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Finally captain of this battleship! I will need a crew that's for sure. Oh! Right... I am captain Ryan Rockwell. This battleship... I do not know how I will name it... Hmm.. Arizona! It sounds very inspiring. Well, to me.
I am 40 years old. I served in the navy since I was able to fly a ship. In other words, when I was a young man. I do not have brothers or sisters. I am unique in my family. I do not have a wife either. The battleship is freshly built at Norfolk. They do an incredible job. I should thank them.
...Some days later....
Wow!!! Just got my crew. We are a lot!! I did not count all the the people. *Laughs* So... This is the list: There is me. The captain of the battleship. Then, there is Alicia Baker. A blond woman and she is a doctor. Essential person to have on board. Then, we have James Spencer and William Kings. Both, they are my hands. Lieutenants. The fifth person who is important is Jennifer Morningstar. She is works in communication department. When there is a problem, she can handle it. From what she said... That makes five and the others are enginners, gunners and marines.
Today, it is a big day. The general asked us to patrol the broder systems near Texas and Texas itself. So we'll do it
.... A month later....
We're asked to be in Texas for an undefined moment... We wonder why but the orders are orders. Well... it was not like if we will have problems over here.
I had a conversation with my lieutenants. We talked about the next captain of the Arizona when I'll be not there. I said the following sentence. ''The future captain will be the one who will be the best lieutenant. The cream of the cream.'' They looked at me by saying ''What do you mean?''.
We had fun.
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....Date: 521 A.S (A year where all went to nightmare)
....System: Texas....
HOLY SHIT!!!
What just happened?! An... An explosion? Wait... It.. It's coming toward us! Crew! Be ready to grab something!
*The Arizona was hit terribly hard. Alarms rang.*
Alarm: Warning... multiple damages detected on the hull.
Damnit! *He looked into the hubblo.* Where... where are we? What is that system?
Seems no one knows either... It sounds bad. But what just happened in Texas? That explosion... Hmm... Sure, it made a lot of victims.
Now, we have another problem. We have had finished somewhere else. The area is just... strange. Green and blue. A bit black... Some fighters of the squadron who escorted us survived. But many debris too.
This day... Sure Liberty will remember it for eternity.
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....Date: 521 A.S (A year where all went to nightmare)
....System: Uncharted....
We are suddenly under attack by unknown vessels. They look like crystal?! They're taking down the remain squadron like if the fighters were a fly.
Gunners! Open fire!
....Many hours passed....
*sigh* It was the last one... But now, we are alone. A battleship with no escort and no possibility to return to Liberty. The ship received a lot of damages on the hull. I wonder if more holes will turn this ship into our grave yard.
*Alarms rang.*
What is... Wow! What are those? This... This is... a NIGHTMARE!
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....Date: 521 A.S (A year where all went to nightmare)
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*Alarms*
Multiples damages were made by those huge crystal ships. Their size were the same or even larger than the Arizona. Their technology is beyond ours. We got some losts. The hangar is not operational anymore.
I think we are at the middle of the system now. The start is at our twelve and behind, there is a planet I think. Maybe a gas one. At our nine, another one. It will take a day to be there.
.... The next day....
According the analyzes made by the computers, the planet has a chance to support life. Maybe we should settle a little camp their. Where was I? We have no spacecrafts. Hmm... We'll take the risk to land on the planet with the battleship. I hope it will be alright during the sequence...
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....Date: 521 A.S (A year where all went to nightmare)
....System: Uncharted
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William Kings volunteered himself to check outside. He found water and brought some in a desinfected empty jerry. There was no option left. Dying or living at all cost. The water was analyzed and all seemed to be great.
....A few moments later....
Some marine coughed after drinking the water? Did I clearly understood? But Alicia was not joking... She was more worried.
She told me she had a bad feeling about this. The analyzes of the water showed nothing in particular but some are ill now.
Let's wait what will happen...
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It seems what Alicia told me finished to be true.
Those who were ill... Died... I fear the worse so I ordered to be ready to set the ship in space. However, it seems it is not enough. Other were infected... What's happening? Is god mad at us?
....Many days later....
*cough* I am... ill too. *cough* I isolated myself to my room. It is... silent. Everyone... died.. I think... Sometimes, I hear foot steps, but I think it is my imagination. Yeah *cough* *cough* I do not know if... I will survive or not... Wait... what date are we?
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....Date: 522 -> 529A.S (Ryan died from the unknown virus)
....System: Uncharted....
*Silence*
....Five months later....
Damnit! This door... *explosion* Ouf! Well... well... seems someone stayed there.... and... that smell... It stinks as hell!
Here I am, James Spencer... I... who I am already? Oh! The new captain of this ship... Euh what was the name? I don't remember. I still wonder... why that thing works again...
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....Date: 529 A.S
....System: Uncharted....
We need... food... we need... blood.
...A day later....
We found... some unknown ships. Humans' creations. We destroyed them. We eat... them.
Long time we did not eat. It is perfect.
The hell? What I was saying? Euh.. Poor captain... he's not here anymore since four years now. Captain Ryan Rockwell, if you see us, you would be very... disgusted by our behaviors... We're not ourselves since that day! We... we are monsters now. We... we... eat and kill.
Kill to survive. Kill to eat. Kill to survive. Kill hostiles.
Aaaaaahhhhhhh! God! Please... help us! This ship is cursed. We are cursed!
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