May 8 2621.

"How was your recuperation Kj?"

It went well, thank you for asking.

So If I'm remembering correctly you brought up the last outbreak I ever had to deal, with at this facility.

"I'm not sure?"

The one where I met Jennifer. That one.

"Yes. That was the one. And I would like for you to explain your side of what happened, but there are some details that weren't explained in the last interview. Could we touch on them before we go forward?"

If you insist. Crimer's Ridge is not an event anyone who was there will ever forget. That was just the start of what Weyland did to us here, and on every other fcking planet he had his face marketed on. Now he did screw us over every shot he had on every planet we occupied with his sorry ass, but not all of them were successful like we were here on KJ147. Most of the other marines that weren't on this rock avoided a huge cluster fck, but just because of that they didn't all win. Although saying this from experience, I do think that they were very lucky not to end up in the genocidal hell KJ147 now remembers as "Crimer's Massacre". Because of the other marine factions outside of KJ147, many of which were on Weyland Yutani territory by the way, that is what allowed us to stay alive as a corporation, as a creed, even after Weyland hit us with the biggest btch slap in th Colonial Marine Corps history. Although things weren't all hunky dorry with the eight and a half years that followed.

Weyland's policies changed drastically. With the credibility of the marines now destroyed, and a enormous loss of military personnel on the planet, Weyland basically had nothing else in his way between him and his shadows, mostly anyway. We'd lost over seventy-five percent of the marines on the planet at Crimer's, and although Weyland had a cover story along with some loyal employees to keep that cluster fck under wraps, we still had marines on the planet. Many of them who had been on Crimer's Ridge. Not to mention the batches of newer fresher meat that were waiting to be put on the chopping block. So even though he mostly had nothing to worry about, there was still that potential for things to turn wrong. Mother Fcker's glad we weren't able to do anything to him.

"No one tried to take revenge or anything like that?"

Ohh no! There were plenty of us who tried. There were even groups of marines who left to try and off him themselves. Of course none of them were successful. I must give them credit though for their attempts. But in the end, they just added to the marine paranoia bull sht. We weren't all suspected of being gad guys at first, just most of us, but those assassination attempts just made us out to be ticking time bombs with legs that were just bound to go off at any second. Naturally the so called "fair and just colonists of KJ147" wanted reform within it's military might. And just like that the Weyland Yutani Corporate Security Task Force became the more mainstream Interstellar Weyland Yutani Task Force. I just call them W.Y.C.S.T.F.s for short "Why You Corporate Stupid Tightass Fcktards." Rolls right off the tongue don't it.

He lights a cigarette momentarily, before continuing with a cloud of smoke rising from his mouth.

Ah. Our leadership also changed to, if I didn't tell you before already, but I didn't tell you it got swapped around again. Naturally the leadership in charge of Crimer's Ridge was gonna be answering to the colonists once they got back, but if they found out it was all Weyland's doing, Ohh sweet and merciful Master Jesus, there would be hell. So if I didn't mention this also. Weyland made sure they were capped off before that all could happen. Then all that was left was to put the trustworthy task forces in charge, and my Lord were they sensationalized. They were like the United States Military during World War two, where everybody is just this charming John Wayne character, who could level an entire battlefield just by looking at it, my fcking goodness. Meanwhile the real heroes were chastised and sent to other hot zones to clean up the-make believe guy's-mess. Immediately after we'd finish clearing up a bug hole these lazy tightass fcktards swooped in and took all the credit. It wasn't all bad though, I mean they did clean up what we missed, and it would always be hilarious to any marines who were still breathing, and still watching the news ,as one of these make believe Rambos got facehugged. I never got a laugh out of it though, all it really ever did was remind me of memories I was trying to suppress.

Of course when neither of us won, the marines were always the first to blame. Never, and I mean, never once did I see a single person during my time in the colonies ever stop to think hey maybe it's not the marines fault. They even began blaming domestic problems on marines who'd retired years before Crimer's Ridge.

Things weren't like this on all the other planets, but they did get similar treatment. By that time our numbers were ranging in the tens of thousands, and we were all to tired from all of the fighting and chastisement. We stopped with the assassination attempts. We were lost, scared, confused, and tired. Our numbers didn't become any larger as time went on.

He fingers the cigarette out of his mouth and tosses it out of the office window, before blowing one last smoke cloud from his tusky mouth with an exhausted sigh.

My command had all been lost in "Crimer's Massacre," no one from my platoon, made it back, and outside of a few joint missions during those eight and a half years, I never saw a single marine. Just a bunch of sensationalized Black-suit riden Rambos.

Once Weyland found out I'd survived he set me up with the worst of the worst recruiters, and kept the closest eye on me possible. My threat still intimidated him. In all that time I wondered if he actually cared for his daughter, or was just really glad to see me on the camms.

My recruitment consisted of two real mean pieces of work.

General Anthony Spencer Spears and Sergeant Major Markus Massey. General Spears, was the one of the worst, of the Task Force Majors their were in W.Y.C.S.T.F. history. He was like Major Hadrick in alot of ways, he was gruff, not old but experienced, and a demanding SOB. Makes sense given he, just like the guy before him ,General Thomas A.W. Spears, was artificially born and raised in the task force, much like me in the marines. Although unlike granddaddy Spears before him, Anthony wasn't a sociopathic, stupid, son of a btch. He was just really really good at his job. As was I. Although I was under his command aLOT! He never saw me as a lesser, but more of an equal, just one who took orders from him all the time. He always followed Weyland's demands to a T, while I would always ignore them. I still believed in the Corps, even though it was on the verge of extinction. Even though he and I never really saw eye to eye openly, or even privately, I could tell we had a deep respect for one another. I was loyal to the Marines, and Anthony was the same with the task force. Heck I'd say we weren't born, but rather made for them. We were also good at what we did. In saying this though that's where we drifted apart from one another, because of those loyalties. Still I kept my respect for him as did he for me, so all in all he was at least, AT LEAST! tolerable.

The same cannot be said about Sergeant Major Markus Massey. Massey-and I did get ahold of some records-is the blood descendant of Biotech's Patrick Massey. Massey like his forefather is nothing but garbage, and just like Patrick was an educated mother fcker, who used his skills in the marines, and did pretty good, although the reason why was because he was a murderer. A born killer. Patrick killed a whole town that was suspected to be a terrorist group-when it wasn't-all for fun, during his time in service. He even offed his own family when news of a xenomorph came to him from Biotech while he was working for em at the time. If they'd been able to make it out alive then the whole tragedy we call the "Earth War" would've never even happened probably.

Markus was a slimy weasel who started out in the marines, and was a decent fire-pisser if I do say so myself. Up until I found out about his discharge. Killed a whole bunch of people suspected to have been impregnated. Tests weren't taken on em yet, but he killed em anyway. His excuse "Because I thought they were infected." Huh! because you like to kill I would've said had I been there. Hadrick discharged the mother fker when he found out about it. Slimebag then got the attention of Weyland who found his skills useful and like that he became a Corporate Security Task Force Operative. Got paid the big bucks to keep Yutani's fck ups a secret before most of the marines got waxed, and got paid even more to keep those who knew about Weyland's operations from snitching. And-even though they didn't snitch- they still got stitches.Anybody Weyland couldn't trust to keep a secret, whether they worked for him or not, got a visit from Massey. I must give the man-if he could even be called a man-credit. Any time Massey was hired to do something he got it done. At least when it came to cover ups that is. Probably why he was assigned to them more often than he was actual stand up fights.

"Weyland took no chances."

None.

"But what about you though?"

Me. Weyland still regarded me as an asset. Told me so in one of our "discussions." Since Hadrick was gone, I was the only gunhead around who wasn't afraid of the man, I basically took in for Hadrick when it came to pissing off Weyland. He'd go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and ON! I could see why Hadrick hated whenever I fcked up somehow, an He'd have to answer to Weylandfor it. I swear he'd know I'd heard his banter before, but I believe he just continued either because He lost his mind when it came to his fascination with the shadows he kept locked up in his basement, or because he was just a sadistic time-wasting asshole. Now that I think about it though maybe it was both.

"And you? How did you change?"

Kj lights a cigarette and smokes a long drag of it.

I toughened up. Since anyone I cared about had either died, or been excommunicated from me, and the only other interaction I had with anybody consisted of hired gun, assholes, I spent more time to myself. My mental and emotional state, as the doctors would say "drooped." I could've told them that. I had nightmares about Michelle, Rich, Taylor, and William, and even some about... even some about Mom. Survivors guilt, PTSD, the doctors would prescribe. Well no shit! I felt like I'd been responsible for their deaths. I felt responsible in some way for what happened to them. And that guilt I was feeling was making those traumatic moments of my life come back. Occasionally, if I was emotionally out of it enough, something would trigger my PTSD, and everytime it did I would be detained and subjegated to a couple days alone to "think it off." I didn't try to forget about it. I felt like I deserved to feel the way I had because if not for me spitting in God's face with my pride, maybe, just maybe at least a couple of my Hunter Siblings would've survived "Crimer's Massacre."

I knew though that feeling guilty about my situation wouldn't help me win, so I just kept myself preoccupied. PT training, weapons modifications, combat drops, sleep, anything that would help me to at least not feel guilty about my buddies deaths would help. I even began taking medication for it.

He holds up his bottle of Sertraline, which he immediately takes as he mentions it.

And it did work, well mostly anyway. I hurt alot of people whenever I couldn't keep it together. Just made me beg God for a lead pill more. Each and every day I spent as much time to myself from those jack-offs who called themselves heroes, and each time I just grew more callus to every being around me. Had it not been for my promise to my Savior and Hardick, I'd have a couple Task Force guys heads in my trophy room.I can't answer much about the colonies, I barely spent any time inside them to notice any political, or social changes. I didn't care to know. I just kept to myself.

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I was taking a two week excersize away from my tablet for church reasons. Since my tablet is the only thing I use to write this story with I haven't been able to post any chapters. But I'm starting again now and I'll work on the next chapter as soon as possible.