Kjon's Audio Diary Log

Feb 26, 2621

"In Loving Honor and Memory of the Mother of the Hero of KJ147, Ma-ek'laa."

21 years. Damn, if that doesn't feel like an eternity. Especially when you miss someone that you love very very much.

I was seven years old when it happened. I had progressed rather quickly in my adolescence, and was learning quickly. You already know all of this, but Mom did that to me so she could make sure I could take care of myself in this world with the Oomans. She knew she couldn't protect me forever so she taught me how to protect myself. Even more than that, she taught me how to fight, although she taught me to reserve offensive methods of violence unless I could afford to take those measures. Her main priority was keeping me safe, not teaching me how to get myself killed. She also taught me somethings about the Yatja's society and it's code of honor and the rules that followed it's principles.

Don't kill unarmed or weak prey unless it in itself is dangerous without the need for weapons.

Give honor to your opponent, unless they are dishonorable in which case the former is optional.

Killing young prey that is incapable of defending itself is dishonorable.

Falling victim to your prey is dishonorable.

Abominations are dishonorable and must be slain. That one kind off hurts when I think about it, since I am an Abomination.

If you dishonor yourself you bring shame upon the clan, in which you must kill yourself.

Allowing your technology to fall into the hands of your opponent is considered dishonorable unless the elders or the clan leader rewards them with such gifts.

And taking someone else's trophy is dishonorable. You get the gist. And I don't think need to mention what happens to you if you try to run punishment, but if I do It's either death or banishment. Mostly death though.

At any rate the scientists studying me brought up some learning tests of their own. If I passed them we were given extra food and at least a little more privacy. If not we didn't get anything. Those tests were mostly on learning the Ooman English alphabet, and form sentences with them, as well as learning numbers and math. I did rather well on those tests. I only really remember failing four of the exams but that was still a good score for someone like myself who wasn't taught very many Ooman things that are normally taught to their sucklings. Then there was speech therapy and recognition courses, where they brought up the image of something, and taught what my reaction should be. Oomans I was to be passive towards. Androids, same. Xenomorphs I was either to capture or kill. With the ones I was supposed to capture I just made a killing gesture. I was also taught to obey Weyland, but Mother taught me never to submit to a opponent that is considered dishonorable. The reprimand I got when I messed those up was a painful electric shock. Boy did those hurt. I still showed my defiance no matter how much it hurt.

There were also a few things Mom had to learn too. She learned that trying to escape or cause any disorder, even in the enclosure would result in pain. Mom never learned when they disciplined her, though so they beat me instead. They sent the marines to do it because scientists were just to weak and stupid to know how to properly torture somebody, and the androids might end up killing us.

And don't even get me started on the medical tests. Those were just unbearable. And no I'm not one of those big sissies who hates getting shot with needles, I don't mind those at all. It's the stuff that's in the needle that I don't like. That stuff burned whenever I was injected with it. I think it was the same stuff they pumped me with when I was being augmented on.

But all of that was nothing compared to what they were building up to. If I didn't mention it before, the reason why I was augmented in the first place was because I was being prepared to become a bio-weapon for Weyland. Shadow outbreaks were becoming more and more frequent. Weyland was getting tired of losing valuable assets all the time. Afterwards he'd call up the marines because who else, and each time they were given the order to take them alive, the marines just kill them. The reason being because of Schaefer, he was the one in charge of making sure the marines did their job and they did. Protect the colonists, and kill shadows. That essentially showed that Weyland still cared about his little ignorant money making colonists. But Weyland still wanted those shadows. He did manage to save some assets and there were a few marines he was able to bribe to get his shadows for him. It just goes to show no matter what side your on, whether it's good or bad, there's still those who are corruptible. And because of that guess whose ass was had to pay.

Yep old pussy face here. But that wasn't the worst of it. Weyland's scientists were working on this prototype that was supposed to brainwash me into doing whatever they wanted me to do for them. Which meant I was going to be capturing shadows and not killing them.

Mom was not going to let that one slide. When they came to take me away, she fought the slime bags back. Mom hid me in a little hole she'd dug for me in case something like this happened. If they found me anyway, well then they were going to end up in a body bag because Mom would not let them touch me. If not from her then from me. Mom taught me how not to show weakness to my enemy. Show no fear, no mercy, nothing. I was physically capable of doing so, although I'm glad I didn't have to, because I wasn't mentally ready to do so. That applied not just to the shadows, but to the Oomans and their killer toys.

They called in the marines and despite Mom's efforts she was overpowered. They held her down drugged her with some tranquilizers, which wasn't enough to stop her completely especially when she was fighting so desperately to protect me, but it did tax her enough of her energy for them to completely immobilize her. After that they began to search for me. They would have found me, if it weren't for a convenient group of shadows who just so happened to escape containment at the time. No alarms were sounded, so they must have gotten past their security system's detectors. Afterwards they made a B-line to the closest exit, which at the time was in my enclosures general direction. They used the vents to traverse the environment without being seen. One of these vents just so happened to be in the roof of my enclosure. Mom was eight feet tall and her build couldn't allow her to fit through the vents. I was small enough at the time to fit in them, but I wouldn't go without Mom so we didn't try.

That was the every first time I saw a shadow and it was terrifying. I remember Mom telling me about them and how fearless, merciless, and relentless they were, but I never got a full demonstration until I saw them that day. I saw it pin down a scientist and head bite him several times, before going for the marines. They were to slow to react and were killed also. The androids came and managed to put it down, but that one was just to serve as a distraction while the others ambushed them from behind. After the androids were destroyed, they went for the remaining two scientists. They got them, but were not able to kill them fast enough. One of the moronic white coats activated a alarm stationed just outside our cell, before the shadow kill him. They went for Mom next, but she managed to kill them both. Even with the tranquilizers flowing through her system, Mom still managed to do it. It helped that she was desperate to protect me and that there was a convenient rock that was in our enclosure which was big and sharp enough to use as an effective weapon.

Once she was done she saw that the dumb ass scientists had left the enclosure door wide open. This was her chance to escape and restore her honor, and she was going to take it. I'd seen what'd happened and was determined to follow her, but she held me back and stuck me in the hole again.

"No No No. You must stay here my little suckling. You must stay here where it is safe. I must go, but I promise I shall come back for you. Do not worry everything shall be alright." She told me. I tried to argue but I still wasn't coming with. "It is not safe for you my sweet little suckling. You must stay here. I shall return for you I promise, but I must leave." She told me in a desperate, but in a loving and comforting tone that only a mother could speak. I began to cry as she said this. I knew she was lying when she said that. I knew she was never going to come back. But she had to do this.

"Do not cry my special little pup. No matter where I go I shall always be with you. Always." She told me as she gave me a warm hug. "I love you ,my little one." She said affectionately nuzzling her mandibles on my forehead. I could still sense the lying behind her voice. But she still had to do this. She had to restore our honor. She'd lived here for to long, hopelessly trapped in this cage and her dishonor. Even though she did leave me, she still made sure that I was safe. I could also understand how uncomfortable she'd been here. I loved her just as much as she loved me, and I knew that if you loved someone you'd want the to be happy. I tearfully nodded my head in agreeance and forced a smile. She smiled back and gave me one last hug. After our last loving embrace together, she was gone.

I didn't know much of what happened after that until many years later, but apparently she'd gone for the lab area where they kept the prototype devise they were going to control me with, along with our clan's technology, which they used to make it with. Mom destroyed the prototype, stole back what little of our technology she could, and burned the rest of the lab. After that she fought some marines none of which she killed, and managed to make it to the hanger where she killed some shadows and found a dropship with which to escape in. The parts where she destroyed the lab, fought the marines, killed the shadows, and stole the drop ship I watched years later on surveillance footage caught by the hundreds of cameras stationed around the facility. Everything after, I managed to see outside that window. I came out of my hiding hole and watched as the dropship carrying Mom lifted off. I could see here through the glass casing in the dropships cockpit. I watched in horror as a shadow bounced out of the hanger doors that the dropship had came out of, and dove straight into the thrusters. The shadow exploded into acidic bits, which ate through the thrusters. The dropship spun out of control and landed somewhere in the jungle. I saw smoke pillaging above the tree line from the direction the dropship had crashed. She must have been pinned down, or something I don't know, but whatever it was it caused her to activate her wristbracer's self-destruct sequence. I saw a blinding light flash, followed by an electrified mushroom cloud. The explosion had been set to such a high enough level where it would vaporize anything within it's radius, while also not going far enough to harm the facility. In that instant I knew what Mom had done. She wasn't about to fall victim to the Oomans again, leaving me behind as she did so. I didn't blame her though, she'd spent to much time in this cage, thinking about how much she dishonored herself and our clan. She did all that she could. She knew I would likely die if I went with her, so she made me stay behind. The thick glass door was still open, but I was to forlorn to leave. As I saw the mushroom cloud rise over the horizon with electric sparks shooting all around it, my eyes began to fill with tears. I was to sad to cry. To sad to do anything, but watch hopelessly as that cloud rose up before dispersing into the air, vanishing from sight.

Words couldn't begin to describe the sadness I felt at that moment. I didn't care if one of those shadows came and took my head off, or if one of those androids came and put a bullet in my head. Hell, I was actually hoping they would, but my hope for death went unanswered.

The outbreak was contained, and Weyland spent the next couple months repairing his lab, all while holding me responsible for what happened. He sent some of the marines he was able to bribe to give me a thorough ass whooping, which they did almost every single day. I was also given little to no food within that period of time, which lasted for about three months. I cried myself to sleep almost every night for the past three months with new bruises and scars running up and down my body. I could've cared less about that or about starving to death. I was scared and alone. Only Mom could've fixed those problems. I just wanted her back in the worst way, but I knew she was never coming back. At least she told me that she loved me before she left.

"In Loving Honor and Memory of the Mother of the Hero of KJ147, Ma-ek'laa."

I love you too ,Mom.

This chapter as well as a bunch of others had a whole lot of typos in it which I published before I began writing on my computer, which thankfully does not have an easily confused auto type. I've managed to fix most of these typos, but there may still be a few here and there. But at any rate I hope you enjoy the story and I really recommend you listen to the music as you read through the chapter. Thanks for enjoying the series