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Degasi Voice Log #7 - Malady

“	<poem>BART: Stop it, both of you! We're sick. MARGUERIT: What? PAUL: How? BART: You've been coughing, right? Feeling itchy? MARGUERIT: Yeah. PAUL: The suit biometrics would have warned us. BART: It's something new. MARGUERIT: Spit it out then, are we gonna throw up our insides, dissolve into slime, what? BART: I don't know. If I can isolate the bacteria in our blood then I could test its effect on our live specimens. MARGUERIT: And if it turns them inside out? You got a fix for that? BART: Not at this time, no. PAUL: You have my full faith, son.</poem>	”

Degasi Voice Log #8 - Risk Taking

“	<poem> Sound of hatch closing CPU: Marguerit Maida has boarded the habitat. PAUL: What are you so happy about, Maida? MARGUERIT: Say, kid?! I brought you something. PAUL: Is that a leviathan?! MARGUERIT: Towed it home on the back of the sub. BART: You KILLED it? MARGUERIT: It's still breathing. I was about to finish the job. Pass me that hardened knife. PAUL: Are you out of your mind?! You brought that thing HERE?! What if others come?! MARGUERIT: You rather it got curious and came of its own accord, or got messed up and dragged here? PAUL: When we get off this planet I am going to drag you through every court in the damn empire!</poem>	”

Degasi Voice Log #9 - Disaster

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<poem>PAUL: I have had it up to here with you risking my family's lives!

MARGUERIT: Oh stow it, Chief. The kid needs specimens for his research. I'm the one bringing 'em home. PAUL: Bart, tell her. Tell her I'm right. BART: You're both wrong! Marguerit, I can't find out how these creatures resist the bacteria if you kill them all, or pump them full of transfuser serums. MARGUERIT: They don't often oblige in coming in alive, what do you expect? PAUL: Don't speak to him like that! BART: Father, the outcome's no better if we hole up in here and don't go outside. We have to find a middle way. PAUL: There is no compromise! Not while she's on my seabase. MARGUERIT: YOUR seabase?! BART: I'm going outside. CPU: Bart Torgal has left the habitat. PAUL: Bart! It's dangerous! Damnit boy, I know you can hear me!

*Leviathan sounds*

MARGUERIT: Chief. Chief, get off the radio and put on your helmet. PAUL: What?! MARGUERIT: Brace!

*Sound of habitat rupturing and water pouring in*</poem>

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Paul Torgal's Log #3

“	<poem>Came out of nowhere. An alien kraken, size of a cyclops. Tore a hole clear through the reinforced hull. Barely got my breather in in time. I told her. I said others would come. I was thrown clear of the habitat, and the thing turned and bore down on me. Just as its tentacles came within grasping reach, Maida came out of nowhere. She had a seaglide in one hand, and a jagged piece of scrap metal in the other. She meant to butcher that beast, or die trying. The last I saw her she had the metal lodged in its neck and was clinging on as the monster did its best to shake her, contorting off into the darkness. I'm certain she got her wish, one way or the other. Then I thought I saw a light, deep below me. I hoped maybe Bart had swum clear. I followed it. Now I wonder whether I saw anything at all. My oxygen is low. The habitat is gone. I can't see the sky. Something surely has the scent of my blood.</poem>	”

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-{{Caption|<poem>BART: I don't understand why you're so angry about it. All I said was, it was her idea to come down here, not yours.<br>
-PAUL: Son, in life there is always a pecking order. You learn your place within it over time. In our world, money makes the hierarchy. I pay Maida a fraction of what I pay you, and you a fraction of what I pay me. I'm at the top of the pack. But one day it'll be you.<br>
-BART: If money makes the hierarchy, why is Marguerit making the decisions?<br>
-PAUL: All this expensive education and I'm still the one that has to school you. We need her. Let her think what she likes, so long as she does as she's told.<br>
-BART: What if she doesn't?<br>
-PAUL: For enough money, she will. People always do.</poem>|Degasi Voice Log #4|Pecking Order}}
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-{{Caption|<poem>PAUL: What is that thing?<br>
-MARGUERIT: I don't know. I found it outside, in the mud.<br>
-PAUL: Part of another ship?<br>
-MARGUERIT: None I've seen.<br>
-BART: It's not even scratched.<br>
-PAUL: Don't touch it, it could be valuable!<br>
-MARGUERIT: Stand down, Chief, I'm just lookin'. If it were goin' to crumble to dust it woulda done so when I first picked it up.<br>
-PAUL: It's glowing.<br>
-BART: It's still powered.<br>
-PAUL: We're not the first people to come to this planet.<br>
-MARGUERIT: People. Maybe. Could be aliens. Could be the damn seamonsters. Just one way to find out.</poem>|Degasi Voice Log #5|Curious Discovery}}
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-{{Caption|<poem>PAUL: We're already more than 200m below sea level! You want to go DEEPER?!<br>
-MARGUERIT: We've been here a couple months now, Chief. Look around us. I see water leaking through the hull. Water outside the hatch. Water above me, water below me. We're drowning. Real slow. If rescue arrives, whatever shot us down, it's going to do it again. And again. Until it's shut it off. You see an off switch around here, Chief?<br>
-PAUL: Why would an off switch any more likely be half a kilometer down?!<br>
-MARGUERIT: It's a hunch.<br>
-PAUL: You're mad.<br>
-MARGUERIT: I'm going. And I've an idea you two are gonna follow. If you do, be mindful: your authority stopped at sea level.</poem>|Degasi Voice Log #6|Deeper?!}}
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-{{Caption|<poem>We've been living in this habitat a month now. I thought it might get claustrophobic. Father feels it is. He'd tell me it was childish, but I stare out the window and sometimes I think how lucky I am to see this planet up close.
-Back on the island I wouldn't have believed the creatures that live down here. Marguerit has been bringing back the wildest specimens you could imagine. The fish down here, they GLOW. There's one that's 90% eyeball. Snakes the length of a whole corridor section.
-OK, 99% of the plantlife is toxic, I learned that the hard way, but I've managed to coax some land plants into growing indoors, and when they don't cover it... well, we eat the live specimens. It creeps me out, but it's survival.
-I've been attempting to document my findings. Father says we need to learn how to take advantage of the ecosystem if we're going to survive. To be honest I'm just doing it because I enjoy it. It's not easy without a proper lab and equipment, but the old fashioned way - observing, taking notes, testing theories - reveals things a spectroscopic analysis never would.
-Lately I've been watching the sea snakes that live in the purple mushrooms that grow down here. They ambush their prey as it tries to feed on the mushroom. What they don't consume settles on the seabed, which fertilizes the mushrooms, which feed the herbivores, and the chain continues. Co-evolution just blows my mind.</poem>|Bart Torgal's Log #1|This World}}
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-{{Caption|<poem>You know what Maida told me today? She wants to build a habitat at 500m below sea level, a kilometer east of here. And she needs Bart and I to do it. She's got it into her head that she can save us if she just acts recklessly enough. But I've hauled starwhals to Neptune. Plasteel to the Federation... this family operates nine different mining colonies across the Ariadne Arm. Maida thinks she's better suited to lead? Her contract still says otherwise.
-But. I just cannot damn tell whether it's the stupidest idea I ever heard, or my only hope. I turned 80 years old last week. I thought I had another 80 in me yet. Stuck here, there's no swapping out my liver when the old one fails. Down here, I'm mortal. Maida is useful to me.
-So it's my responsibility to make a decision. Return to the island and hope whatever knocked the Degasi out of the sky won't do the same to the rescue ship, or take us deeper in search of answers. And all the while be hoping old age gets me before the seamonsters do.
-I'll give Maida just one thing. She was right about these caves. There's enough lithium here to fabricate a hundred tons of plasteel. Enough for a damn FLEET of submarines. There was nothing anyone could have done to avoid crashing here, but I was right to order the detour. When we get off this planet they'll be talking about the Torgal Corp. share price on the other side of the Federation.</poem>|Paul Torgal's Log #2|Dilemma}}
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-{{Caption|<poem>These conniving, corporate, bourgeois, inbred, incompetent, self-absorbed ASSES don't have a clue! The kid's not so bad, but I swear everything that comes out of his father's idiot face is a narcissistic lie. He wants to stay here, his problem. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting. Screw the contract. Screw the bonus pay. Screw the charges. I'm going deeper.
-When seamonsters are hunting you, you don't hide. You hunt the seamonsters. Then you use the bones of your enemies to build a bigger boat, and you hunt bigger monsters. Repeat until there aren't any monsters left hunting you.
-I've started the prep work. The kid's got a whole pack of stalkers eating from the palm of his hand. I've started defanging them when the Torgals are sleeping, and stockpiling enamel and metal ores. I'll raid the indoor growbeds before I leave.</poem>|Marguerit Maida's Log|Speaking Freely}}
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