Start of log 2
Today was the first real day on the job. Heh, it was weird. Usually with school and some jobs they'll treat the first day there as "warm up" or introduction into what you would doing there. I wish that's what would have happened. There was no intro just a hello here's a gun, follow that truck to a mine, stand around all day if you're lucky, get dragged back in time for the doctors to save you if your moderately lucky, die when your coming back if you aren't really, and don't come back at all if you're not. I know that's what would happen, I saw it happen today. It was harsh. These cat-ish black things came, and ripped at least four people to shreds before they died. I think it was only four but it could've been more, I didn't feel that inclined to stand there and look at shredded body pieces trying to find out how many limbs there were and what body they belonged to. I have since then learned that those things were called Viperwolves. (Oh look, more reptile names.) The mine was rather plain, I mean it had one of the large excavating wheels that we saw on the way in, but they looked to have just started this mine for it was only one hundred feet wide and fifty deep.
When we came back I saw that Jake's research team that he flew out on in the morning arrived back, but for the life of me couldn't find him himself. From what I overheard (I haven't been dropping no eaves, Jake!) from the team he was last seen booting his arse away from a Thanator, running like no tomorrow, but since he's not out of his pod yet that hopefully means that the avatar is still alive. I didn't know anybody else other than Jake, let alone the fact that I didn't feel inclined to get to know somebody else, I went to take a look at that AMP suit again.
It wasn't overly terrible, I mean for what it originally looked like, it actually looks fixable. The one leg is turned 180 degrees at the knee so that's, going to need a replacement, either ordered in (probably won't spend the money on that, will they) or I could make a usable leg for now. The other leg seems fine, but might have a few problems just due to the fact of not being used for however long it has been in here for. The one arm is heavily dented with the hand missing so needs a replacement one or something else, and the other is missing enough that'll be less work just to build a new arm than to try and fix it. The main body has enough damage that I will just strip it and keep the frame as the base. I took the appendages off, but couldn't do any more for the supper bell (cough, alarm, cough) rang. I double timed it to the cafeteria because a. I love food and b. Jake might there. Turns out he was. I came there to here the end of his tale on how he was taken by a Na'vi to the home tree, which is the home base of the Omnimacaya people. Sounds like he had more fun then me.
End of log 2
Start of log 3
I woke up this morning and saw that Jake was gone and found a note about how the Na'vi's day starts early, which is rather shocking because our day in the RDA starts very early too. I was put on general maintenance today, which was okay and the only bad side was that most of the mercs saw fit to boss us around, and make us do unnecessary things, like paint dragons onto AMPs, Dragons, Auto Canons, and all other sorts of decals that make them look tuff. After lunch though, I was shifted over to inventory duty, and told that every day that I wasn't out guarding a mining operation, I would be guarding the lockup, making sure nobody got in, counting inventory, and handing out guns to the new 'cruits that come in, and receiving guns that the reclamation squad bring back from the dead bodies out on the fields and the ones that didn't make it back in time. Apparently the last 'governor of guns' was one of the ones torn up yesterday. More fun for me! (That was sarcasm, Jake!) It is really boring sitting behind a counter all day, not being allowed to leave, and staring at the people of the base going about there business.
I stripped the legs of the AMP down until it was just the frames of them. I could reuse the frames of them and makeup a new bottom for the twisted one, or I could just make the different version of it that they use for the construction suits on earth. The only reason that they don't ship those out is that the weighed to much and they didn't want to spend the money on the fuel to get it out here. The cheapskate 'tards. The construction suits are more durable because they are meant to be a multi application tool, one that replaced cranes, excavators, and most everything else, because of the greater maneuverability and the ability to do the same things just as good or better. They are built to be able to resist a building falling on them and be able to move a thousand tons if you could figure out how to load it. There are also the mining ones that are nearly the same with the exception of the arms from the elbow down are drills.
I'm going to have to make the suit out of lighter materials but I'm sure I could improvise something to preform the same function. This project is going to end up to be something else, for it will look nothing the same as other AMP's that are in use up here. I'll have to reinforce the limbs for where they attach are the weak point because of the hydraulic hoses to move the joints. I think I'll build a cage like exterior over the shoulders and back as a light frame, so it could be used as a minor armour and to help me carry things around with me. I also want to add in four head lights, two above and two below the plexiglass that way, if I get stuck out like what Jake was then I can have some light to see by. I should replace the bottom of the "feet" with rubber instead of aluminum plates so it'll have better grip when out in the field.
On a happy note, I started work on it and have the legs being reformed, but really it will be a very slow process because I have to build a new suit from nearly scratch because the only thing I will keep is the body because it was mostly intact, just needs some upgrades. Jake has come back on time and left to talk to Quaritch for some reason or other. Oh, as a post script, don't come here, the food sucks, today was a brown sludge, I don't know how I will live here for my tour if that is what they're feeding us. I feel very envious of the avatars because they can actually eat the fruit here without contracting millions of unknown diseases.
End of log 3