This is my second Dead Space fanfic, originally meant to act as an accompanyment to another story I was writing, but will instead be a combination of both. It will not just be conversations/logs, but also some actual stories as well. This first conversation takes place during the USM Jerusalem's departure from the wreckage of Titan Station on a top secret mission for Earthgov. Its destination is Perseus Station, orbiting the planet Kreemar in the Proxima Centauri System, where Marker 1A is located.
[0300 hours…April 9th, 2512…]
[Please enter your full United Space Military Identification Tag and Service Number…]
[Private Owen Michael Haines, Service Number V-4 432 54 1923]
[For security reasons, please enter the current vessel you are serving aboard, its class, and the registration number of that vessel.]
[USM Jerusalem. Noble-class cruiser. Registration tag CC-9342]
[Establishing communications link with…]
[Lucia Ramirez: Roosevelt Gardens, Olympus, Luna]
[Please hold…]
[Connection with array secured…]
[Establishing local satellite connection…]
[Earth Government wishes to remind you that discussion of any and all classified information above your clearance level of…BETA-1…is illegal per Military Regulations 19-J, and can result in a fine of $6,000 and seven years of imprisonment.]
[Connection established. Live feed initiating…]
[Audio feed initiating…]
[OH: Can you hear me? Good. Hey, how are things?]
[LR: Good…you look tired.]
[OH: Yeah, it's been tough. Acker's been making us do training in full gear.]
[LR: I thought that was a punishment?]
[OH: It was, until some intelligence spook arrived and had a private talk with the command staff. Since then, they're making all the squads do training in full gear. Those new Aegis suits can tire you out after three mile runs. Those things are like tanks! They're huge! I almost feel like a Spartan.]
[LR: What?]
[OH: Halo. Master Chief Petty Officer Spartan 117.]
[LR: Oh, that old video game? My grandfather had Halo IX.]
[OH: Hey, don't disrespect the classics! Of course, the science in that game is crap.]
[LR: Never played it. So they got you using that now? What about your Security Suit?]
[OH: Still got that. Couldn't let that baby go…speaking of babies, how was the ultrasound?]
[LR: It was amazing. I saw her. She was so beautiful.]
[OH: Hey…when I get back…we got to start thinking about baby names.]
[LR: When you get back?]
[OH: I…put in for a transfer. Back to United Command.]
[LR: But I thought you hated desk jobs.]
[OH: Yeah, but it won't be a desk job, at least not completely. Jenkins got a promotion to Chief Warrant Officer Rank 3, so his desk's free. I'll still be helping to keep my squad alive, but I'll be coming home every night.]
[LR: I…I'd love that. How long?]
[OH: Depends. The requests take between two to three days to reach our battalion supervisor, but with all the other work and requests the office gets; it'll be at least three weeks until he sees it. Once he actually gets it, it'll take maybe two hours for him and a few other senior officers to make the decision. Of course, we could always be on a mission so I might not get it right away. So, maybe…a month?]
[LR: It's better than the six more months you were going to be stuck out there. Those intelligence gathering jobs have long hours. What if you're in the middle of a planning session and I go into labor?]
[OH: Deidre Hoffman is CSO of the 409th Intelligence and Sustainment Command.]
[LR: And? I don't know these people, Owen.]
[OH: Sorry. What I meant was, she's a mother of two kids. I think she'll let me take a few weeks of leave to be with my girls. And there's plenty of other analysts. They'll take over if I have to run and catch the shuttle.]
[LR: Good…Uncle Daniel's been asking when you're coming back. He's been raving about how 'spring weddings' are all the rage.]
[OH: Whatever you want, I'll be fine with it. Just make sure that whenever he schedules it, to make sure to include Operation Sobriety. The last thing I want is for Marisa to do another re-enactment of Eve prior to eating the apple.]
[LR: I think my brothers can handle that.]
[OH: No! Get Jason and Amara to do it. A few months ago, when we had that family weekend on Ganymede Station? She managed to hide a flask in her bra. Every time she went to the bathroom, she took a swig. It was only when she got so tipsy that she forgot to close it did we notice it. Jason and Amara are the only ones who can-…make sure she…da-da-da-da-damn. We must…grrrrrrrrre-getting out…*static*…range of the relay.]
[LR: Tell your squad I send my…and a box of cookies…careful at…Perseus Station!]
[OH: Listen, I'll call…*static*…soon as we…don't wor-…*static*…love you.]
[LR: I love you too.]
[Out of relay transmission range.]
[USM Jerusalem initiating Shockpoint Drive.]
[Please be aware that communications will not be available while in Shockspace.]
[OH: Yeah…I'm aware.]
[Private Owen Michael Haines, Service Number V-4 432 54 1923 has signed off. Ending video chat…]
[Terminal closed.]
Chapter 2 coming soon. Don't worry. Usually if the Necromorphs haven't shown up yet, then that means they will soon...