Day 29.
So, I'm getting myself completely prepared for my attack. I've replaced my armor with an airtight set, composed of the same material as my bunker. It won't protect me from everything, but as far as being prepared it's about as good as I know how to do.
This is going to be crazy no matter what happens up there. I've got food that will last about a year if things go really bad, but there are a lot of things about this that I can't control, such as will I even be able to open my helmet to eat it. The life support on both my suit and the ship itself should be self sustaining of a long time, but I can't necessarily guarantee the ship will still be airtight if I happen to need to use them.
This could all fall apart in a few seconds. I know it seems like it's redundant... but it really could. I've been here more than a month; probably close to two if I take into account when I lost track. No one has noticed this planet yet, and an unidentified ship entering Earth's orbit is going to cause quite a ruckus. I might even get shot down right off the bat, and that's all my work gone. Not to mention if I never make it there at all.
Heh. Yeah, this is going to be interesting. I'm fucking tired of interesting. 190545D was interesting, and by interesting I mean that it killed five of my closest friends in front of me. That's why I'm alone, of course.
They wanted to replace my team, or just to take me off duty. You know why I said no to both? First, Dom, Haley, Koji, Ellen, and Scott can't be replaced, I know that better than anyone. Second, I didn't dare face up to their families. I was the leader of the 190545D expedition, it was my fault they all died, and I didn't want to have to be the one who showed up at their parents' and kids' doors.
So, I chickened out. I ran from my duties, citing that I just had to keep going. I think old Doc Graves understood, that's why he assigned me out here; just a peaceful, class M world with maybe twenty other people on it, perfect place to relax and recover from the trauma that the last world had left with me.
Of course, that didn't pan out so well. I don't blame Graves; if there was a conspiracy of some sort, no one in their right mind would let old Doc Graves in on it. He'd just immediately blab it to the news media, citing "the citizens have the right to know" and such. Honestly, I don't know how he's lasted as long as he has as head of the Mapping Command. He's ruined at least five megacorps that I know of.
But there I go, babbling about things that don't matter in the slightest. I'm going to be broadcasting this journal on every frequency, so the civvies are going to be picking it up as well. No one will be hiding this planet when I'm done. The endermen are going to bleed, and I'll gladly slice the throats of anyone else who was involved on the human end.
That's it journal, this is the last entry before I launch tomorrow. Until then, I have only my futile hope for sweet dreams...