Cheating ghosts: The account of Captain Lutz Gilger, Project Angurvadal.

[Enkidu]

Bunkered down

Marinenachrichtendienst
Entry Feur

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Service drones log: Tally – nineteen units in service, four units impaired, one unit unaccounted for as of record.

Notes: Crew reports headaches behind compartments two through three. Rotating civilian personnel. The skeleton has been exfiltrated and is unidentifiable – compartmental entombment connotes a construction casualty. The walls in this section are plastic-wrapped ceramic, as are the pressure doors. Odd. Density is heavily inconsistent. Civilians occupied drilling samples.

I would request an entirely military crew but this is a time of federal cost reductions and I prefer to be inexpensive and by the book than to write the book and pay for publication. Records are inconsistent at best regarding the internal layouts of the Spyglass variants – as with the majority of imitations of prototypic designs, the maps are cursory. We have had more success with rolling the gun camera on a wraith spotting for viewport positions to demarcate habitation decks from the engineering spaces – from a healthy distance. As with all Libertonian warships, the ship has a penchant for excessive viewports. Unlike most, they appear to be the small details on the list of possible structural failure. Even this exercise has proven… troubling. The vessel remains excessively caked with grime from its immersion in Volkhoeven nebulae. We have attempted to scrape the grime off, but its insulative properties appear to be more useful in situ than in removal. The ext

Our transport has arrived with the requested defence materials from the Ring. I have ordered the hardware to remain stashed within its containers to avoid chain of command questions – to the civilians this is simply a matter of archaeology. Unfortunately our Daumann contacts appear to have taken the request for artillery as a defensive precaution with excessive precision – the turrets remain boxed with inadequate installation guidance, and the barrel attenuators boxed separately to their housings. The Branschweig’s captain may yet relinquish ordinance advice – the word of the Buro carries less interservice rigidity in Bremen than I am accustomed to. The precision is refreshing.


I have men mapping the midsection of the ship by hand, Koenig still shifting through the reports. Still no sign of logical transformer points between the Alpha and Bravo wiring harnesses. The civilians are rife with exotic theories, including that of two separate, non-interlacing powergrids. I have informed the crew to investigate in order of rationality.

Hardware faliures are continuing, to the point where the men are starting to distrust the equipment. We expect to find living quarters to replace our bedrolls in the forward section, perhaps mementos of the crew. Koenig was going to lead a team aft earlier but the drone appeared to suffer a positioning loss thirteen compartments sternwards. Koenig was going to investigate in a suit has deferred the exercise. Severe migraines. Highly unlike the man – however, this is peacetime, and I will not issue the order whilst morale remains high. The Branschwieg fired us a ration package. The team is elated. I am not. Command has been slow to answer on my request for insulators.

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