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== Data Downloads == |
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=== Degasi Voice Log #7 - Malady === |
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{{Caption|<poem>BART: Stop it, both of you! We're sick. |
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MARGUERIT: What? |
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PAUL: How? |
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BART: You've been coughing, right? Feeling itchy? |
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MARGUERIT: Yeah. |
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PAUL: The suit biometrics would have warned us. |
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BART: It's something new. |
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MARGUERIT: Spit it out then, are we gonna throw up our insides, dissolve into slime, what? |
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BART: I don't know. If I can isolate the bacteria in our blood then I could test its effect on our live specimens. |
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MARGUERIT: And if it turns them inside out? You got a fix for that? |
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BART: Not at this time, no. |
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PAUL: You have my full faith, son.</poem>}} |
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=== Degasi Voice Log #8 - Risk Taking === |
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{{Caption|<poem> *Sound of hatch closing* |
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CPU: Marguerit Maida has boarded the habitat. |
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PAUL: What are you so happy about, Maida? |
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MARGUERIT: Say, kid?! I brought you something. |
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PAUL: Is that a leviathan?! |
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MARGUERIT: Towed it home on the back of the sub. |
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BART: You KILLED it? |
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MARGUERIT: It's still breathing. I was about to finish the job. Pass me that hardened knife. |
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PAUL: Are you out of your mind?! You brought that thing HERE?! What if others come?! |
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MARGUERIT: You rather it got curious and came of its own accord, or got messed up and dragged here? |
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PAUL: When we get off this planet I am going to drag you through every court in the damn empire!</poem>}} |
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=== Degasi Voice Log #9 - Disaster === |
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{{Caption|<poem>PAUL: I have had it up to here with you risking my family's lives! |
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MARGUERIT: Oh stow it, Chief. The kid needs specimens for his research. I'm the one bringing 'em home. |
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PAUL: Bart, tell her. Tell her I'm right. |
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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. |
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MARGUERIT: They don't often oblige in coming in alive, what do you expect? |
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PAUL: Don't speak to him like that! |
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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. |
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PAUL: There is no compromise! Not while she's on my seabase. |
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MARGUERIT: YOUR seabase?! |
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BART: I'm going outside. |
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CPU: Bart Torgal has left the habitat. |
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PAUL: Bart! It's dangerous! Damnit boy, I know you can hear me! |
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*Leviathan sounds* |
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MARGUERIT: Chief. Chief, get off the radio and put on your helmet. |
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PAUL: What?! |
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MARGUERIT: Brace! |
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*Sound of habitat rupturing and water pouring in*</poem>}} |
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=== Paul Torgal's Log #3 === |
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{{Caption|<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. |
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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. |
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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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