dear diary 001

[onetwosixshit]

Who: Oscar Mike and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva [video]
When: 6/27

[Video]

[There's a slight crackle as the transmission begins, but it's almost immediately interrupted by a horrendous banging noise, and the screen is momentarily invaded by an out of of focus blob of colour again and again. Beyond the noise, it's possible to make out a voice that seems to be both very far away as well as muffled by something or someone.]

Hey, hey computer. Computer person, you there?

[Thankfully the banging stops after only a few moments; someone's been tapping at the camera, but has since figured out that it isn't doing anything helpful. Without the finger to focus on, the camera is finally able to come into focus, revealing a- well, someone fully decked out in regulation power armor. Someone that sounds very confused and just a little annoyed.]

Okay, cool, guess you're taking a nap or something. Not like a guy's stuck here, no clue where he is, nah go on and take your computer nap and-look get me the hell out of here.

Montana? Cap'n Galt? Galilea? [There's an exasperated noise.] Benedict? Look haha, funny. Come pick me up from where ever this is. The computer is taking a lame-ass nap or something.

(ooc: Oscar Mike is actually semiliterate, so any characters responding in text are likely to have their messages at least somewhat misinterpreted.  I'm so sorry)

Comments

[onetwosixshit]

Look, faceless horrifying wonders that haunt your dreams every time you close your eyes? I've killed 'em. Can't be too different.

[c0nsequences]

Perhaps the Atroma should fear you. What is your name?

[onetwosixshit]

They totally should! The name's Oscar Mike, member of the United Peacekeeping Republic and certified badass Battleborn.

[c0nsequences]

Battleborn, you say? What does that signify?

[onetwosixshit]

[Precisely the wrong question to ask if a short resolution is what anyone had in mind. Mike visibly perks, and though he may be wearing his helmet it's impossible to miss the shit-eating grin in his tones.]

Uh, well duh, it means I'm one of the best of the best of the best, a protector of a dying star, and a certified badass. Yeah, I'm awesome.

[c0nsequences]

A dying star? Why is that worth protecting?

[onetwosixshit]

Uhhhhh why wouldn't it be? The whole 'star dies and the entire universe is taken over by freaky-ass monsters' thing?

[c0nsequences]

[There are crucial details missing from this story. The Stalker cannot decide how badly he wants the details.]

I had not realized a single star would be that important. The galaxy is full of them, after all.

[onetwosixshit]

Uhh no. That's the whole point. Everything else got darkened. Real dark stuff. [He pauses a moment, then realizes the unintentional pun with a snort of laughter.]

[c0nsequences]

Only one star remained? How is that possible?

[Would that not alter the fundamental structure of known space?]

[onetwosixshit]

I dunno, I don't do that nerd science stuff. Just seen it happen. Really freaky and potentially irrevocably emotionally scarring.