Entry 06: Rank: Lieutenant (CT-800-1984) 155 Days ABG
Quick supplemental. We've just lost contact with Recon Six. He's vanished. His last reported location was sixteen clicks away, two-hundred degrees. It's probably Seps.
I'm starting to think we've already stayed here too long. Bonfire and Three-Seven suggested we set up camp nearby, preferably within the next rotation. I've ordered Recons Two and Three to scout out potential campsites. No sightings yet.
We have made contact with three more groups of scattered clones, bringing our total up to just under three-fifty. More than a hundred are still unaccounted for, including Fortitude and Kali'sto.
It's 0217 GST. I can't rest tonight. I am currently keeping watch with Bonfire in one of the cruiser's former observation decks, which managed to survive the crash mostly intact. I'm worried that if we leave now, Fortitude will have no way to find us. I've lost brothers before, but I'm not sure I can take losing my commander.
Bonfire's keeping an eye out from our position, ready to shoot down anything that comes into range. I envy his ability to focus in desperate situations like this. We're left with limited supplies, stuck in enemy territory, cut off from any kind of support. Even as an ARC support trooper, I always felt confident that Fordo would lead us out. Now, we don't even have our commander. We're alone in the dark, and I feel trapped.
It feels like the war has broken everyone in some way. I guess that was the truth of Geonosis. End Log.
