By Chris000
Soldier's Log:
Captain Christopher Vennettilli journal
August 31st 3235 (Military Calendar)
UNSC Indomitable crew bunk Victor Kilo 3
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It's been two months since the events of Robotropolis. Eggman's still on the run in this dimension and I fear that he's in ours too. Although we have some evidence that there's a command post located on New Mars, the only other Mobian settlement in the quadrant, and speaking of which, there'll be a UNSC funded project that'll expand the distance of owned space in this universe and we may reach contact with another race, I just hope they aren't like the Covenant and look how well that turned out! Back on subject though. Andsworth has been in contact with HIGHCOM back in Sydney. I think that with the way things are going: We'll catch him before Christmas. Not only is morale going up in the war effort, we managed to snag Shadow the Hedgehog from the dark side's grip, to quote the old Star wars series! Now, this journal is very important because, I think someone's watching us, and I don't mean just us, I think they've known about us for a looooooonnnng time. But then people would say I think too much (as if I don't already and proud of it!).
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Captain Chris Vennettilli sat on his bunk reading an ancient recreation of the book War and Peace. It was a wonderful militaristic novel. Apparently, it had been very popular in the 20th century and people still found it impressive! Chris had many things to be proud of, he was one of the heroes of Robotropolis, he was one of the youngest rank progressions in the millennium. The young man was 21 and was at a full captain rank. He was the first man to discover the Mobian race after being lost for centuries. He also was part of ONI, which was the Office of Naval Intelligence, which was unusual because he was a marine, but command had its reasons. Chris wasn't alone on this planet. He had the best friends anyone could ask for. Ryan Percy, the greatest arms dealer in the Orion Arm, Stuart Labute, Stuart was a businessman who owned the Inner Sphere wide known company, OmniTek which supplied much of the UNSC's weaponry, Carl Santorini, his favorite sniper, Lance McGregor, the Irish support man who was a certified madman with his M249 SAW. Chaz Sullivan who could blow up a tank before the pilot even thought to fire the cannons. The Freedom Fighters, which were Mobians Chris had met his first year on the planet, Sonic the hedgehog as their leader. Sonic was slightly younger than Chris, making him more naïve than him. That, he didn't approve of. If Chris had the chance, He'd hammer out those stops. Tails, or Miles Prower, was the gang's head techie. He was a virtual whiz at any mechanical device, Maybe it helped to have an IQ of over 300. Knuckles the Echidna was the most toughest person he had ever met, harder than Titanium A battleplate and twice as mean. Amy Rose was also a hedgehog who loved Sonic so much. She's a lover not a fighter and loves to shop. Sally Acorn was the Princess of Mobius, If her parents, the King and Queen weren't available, she's assume political control. And, as a side-note, Chris liked her. It wasn't something that he'd freely exclaim. Only him and Sonic knew about that and he wanted to keep it that way.
Chris was about halfway done the book by this time. War and Peace truly was a fascinating book. It was based in Napoleonic wars back in the 1500s. Chris had seen Napoleon's many battles on the history vids in school. There were only 3 other men in the room. Carl, Lance and Knuckles. Chaz was on duty somewhere else. The three were playing a game of Texas Hold 'em. "Ha ha, boys, that's three for me!" Knuckles called out, tossing his cards to the floor where two hundred dollars and a M7 SMG lay. Apparently they were heavy betters. Carl snarled throwing down his hand, not a card matched. "I hate you." He said sourly. Lance never said a word. He only lost by a pair. "I know you do." Knuckles giggled as he scooped up his winnings. Chris laughed. It was too quiet to be heard. The day carried on. It was had to tell what time it was in space so the clocks were set to Mercia time; Mobius's Greenwich. It was 6:24 at night when Chris surrendered to drowsiness and began to slump. His ribs ached. After a fall like that off the spire, he was surprised he survived. Then, he closed his eyes and rested his head on the pillow. He heard Carl's voice scream "Rematch!" Then he heard nothing.
On the bridge of the ship, Admiral Gerome Andsworth sat in his command chair, stroking his black moustache looking through the Plexiglas windows and the space that loomed beyond for eternity. Something felt wrong, but what was it? Gerome felt that something was approaching, but he couldn't place the fact. Whenever his gut told him he was close to something, he knew. And now, it was pounding like crazy. Lieutenant Jaffa said, "Sir, transmission from HIGHCOM, sir." Andsworth nodded. "Let me hear it." Jaffa punched in some keys and a picture of a man appeared on the screen, Admiral Hugh Redby. "Hubert! How goes?" Andsworth said with a smile. Redby was smiling, but not whole-heartedly. "Not so good now that you mention it." Andsworth frowned. "It's not Eggman is it?" "No, no. Eggman's still on the run but it seems that it's something bigger, worse."
Andsworth sat up straight, his gut aching. "What do you mean worse Hugh?"