Captain’s Log: Calesque
June 4th, 2007 by Jack[Begin Recording]
I find it somewhat ironic that I finally find the time to record a log entry from the surface of a seemingly hostile world, while I have been so remiss in not doing so during our relaxed hours in drivespace. Still, the evident danger and duration of our EVA requires night watches to be posted, and I can think of no better activity to keep the mind alert than to take this time to contemplate our research to date.
Mikoa almost requires no mention. Although I think it provided myself and the crew an adequate shakedown with the refitted Kestrel, it was uneventful.
System 2253, on the other hand, was nothing if not hair raising. We did however, manage to make the trip quite profitable, which while I personally have little use for such things, ships don’t run on wishes and crews can’t eat positive thoughts (well, perhaps the mentat can). Of course, the more pressing need for profits centers on our…in fairness…my need for the greatest levels of autonomy to perform our investigations. And from that point, our exploration of 2253 seems to have been fruitless.
Which brings us here, to the dangerous jungles of Calesque. We are, I admit, too great a distance from the Kestrel for my taste, and I believe some of the crew is unnerved by it. Rightfully so. We have already been party to hostile action on one occasion, and I certainly do not believe it will be that last here. So much is curious though. A seemingly unknown archaeological dig in a system with no recorded survey, military grade defoliant, and alien technology. A game’s afoot here. I have long suspected elements within the Concord, if not the Concord itself, of undertaking covert research into the origins and capabilities of our mysterious and dangerous neighbors. I have never considered it a leap of faith to acknowlege the possibility that our “friends” have been in the Verge far longer than we. This could well be evidence of both. Of course, if I trusted their motives…no, unfair…trusted their mindsets regarding the situation I would gladly have sought out and volunteered for their “unofficial” research. Unfortunately, the history of humanity is rife with examples of preconception preceding disaster. I am quite certain they will do a fine job of analyzing, adapting, and adopting alien technology. I am less certain of their desire to understand our hostile neighbors themselves. Perhaps it is a shortcoming of mine, but I find it difficult to comprehend aggression without cause. True enough, the cause is often misguided itself. But understanding those causes can be a weapon in it’s own right…and a fierce one at that.
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Just a damn bird. Where was I…oh yes. The source of my unease is the continued operation of the alien technology. I find it hard to accept that the archaeological team would have left it functional. Left it at all for that matter. If my worst fears are correct, they never left Calesque. In my haste to begin our investigation, I fear I did not take adequate time to survey our landing zone. Hopefully that does not prove to be a fatal mistake. On the other hand, I have always believed that at times such as these, inaction is the only sure mistake. As the SAS of old earth would say, “Who dares wins.”
We will approach the pyramid tomorrow, and perhaps I will find some less disturbing answers. This night has most certainly brought on a fowl demeanor.
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