Date/Time: 21:35 Earth Time, April 11th, 2504
Planet 'Ziirochi'
Log Update 1
Scavenger Mission of Alpha Exploration Base
Where do I begin with this? Most people would say the beginning. Personally, I don't think this thing began in recorded time; so, I'm going to start back when I was assigned to this mission.
Three days ago, I was sitting in a bar like some drunken idiot. Which is not to say I wasn't. After seperating from the Dominion and referring to myself as a mercenary, I had become a frequenter of this less than fine establishment. Anyway, I was downing my alcohol, my check probably way up there, when a Dominion agent walked through the fucking door. He tapped my sleeve, and I looked up through lazy eyes. "Whuh…? Whaddaya wunt from me?" I slurred, shaking my bottle around. "Sir, are you Jem Mainsker?" He honestly looked like he was from one of those old British spy movies, the Bond stuff. At least, that's what I saw; I was drunk, and felt like dropping out right then and there. "Yeah, so what if I am?" I replied, putting the bottle down. "Well, Mr. Mainsker, as a veteran, you know the protocol to ask any Dominion Marine that is out of the service for a new mission opportunity, especially the mercenaries?" He asked, his sunglasses obviously glowing with the green HUD behind them. "Cut to the fucking chase already, I don't have all day."
"Well, Mr. Mainsker, a new mission opportunity has come up. We're wondering if you're interested." The agent proceeded to hand me a data board, probably containing mission info. "Waiter! Gemme another one of these…" I slammed my hand on the table, snatching the data pad from the agent's hand. "Go on, fuck off, I got other better things to do." With a snort at my brash words, he left, taking long strides. After I couldn't hear him walking, I took a sip of my drink, and everything after that was dark. Dark with odd flashing, occasional bursts of pain, and the sound of someone vomiting into some other unfortunate liquid.
The next morning, I woke up on the steel flooring of my apartment's bathroom, my neck uncomfortably aching against the tub's rim. The entire room smelled sick, and looking into the toilet, I could see why. "Ugh… Stupid fucking bar… I should stop going there…" I grumbled, attempting to lift myself off the tub. Rubbing my neck as I stood on wobbling knees, I proceeded my attempt at getting over my hangover. I grabbed onto the sink's edge, using it as leverage to continue my way out of the bathroom. I, of course, took the time for a well-deserved puke, which was the last of the day. Slowly shuffling out of the bathroom in my very disgustingly stained clothes, I eventually passed into the one bedroom of my apartment. It was a small room, with room for an unkempt bed and a desk, and basically nothing else. I sat on the bed, grabbing new clothes to get dressed, so I could continue my day as I normally would.
Tired, a weird pinging noise in my head, and still sick, I sat on a bench in my small kitchen, looking at the datapad. It was an interesting premise, but I was still wondering why the hell they were sending us after more artifacts.
'Dear Recipient,
As a veteran of the Dominion, you have been informed of a new pay opportunity. Within is the file information necessary for joining the mission.
Planet Ziirochi, a jungle planet near the center of the Koprulu Sector, has been found to be emitting energy signatures identical to that of Xel'Naga artifacts. Of course, you wouldn't be open to this mission if there wasn't the complication of the Zerg. They found the signal too, and are currently blockading the planet in the hopes of destroying the temple and grabbing the artifact. Your job is to get in with a squad of other mercenaries, cause as much damage to the defenses as possible, and get out.
You will be dropped off a few miles away from the nearest Spore Hive, one of the main defensive buildings in each cluster. From there, you should be able to proceed throughout the bases and destroy as many as possible before you have to be pulled out.
Good Luck,
The Administrator'