Jennifer's/Hadrick's/Ch'ris' Audio Diary Logs

Sept 5, 2621.

Even though they didn't hurt me, having to spend all of that time locked up with nothing but my sister's decapitated head to keep me company was the most painful experience of my life. Not the part about my sister, she could be repaired, I wasn't worried too much about that. It was the loneliness. Ch'ris and Rachelle had been sent off to the hive, Thrish-alu and the other's had been moved, my friends at the facility had betrayed me, they were probably dead too, but I didn't care about that. The isolation, the colonists' screams, the thoughts about what I'd done to cause all of this to happen... Everyone around me who I loved and cared for, all of the colonists, Ch'ris and Rachelle's clan, Jon's clan, Yautja Prime, the bad bloods would kill them all, everyone was going to die... everyone... everyone except for me...

Occasionally I tried making a few escape attempts, but those ended terribly. Other times I would do some repair work on Beth's head. Luckily the schematics that had been ripped out of her ,along with her spine, were all that was necessary for her to function. Unfortunately most of them were damaged. Some parts were simple fixes, while other parts had to be replaced. I had to steal a few things whenever they did let me out just to do that. A lot of times I'd get caught and was punished, other times nobody noticed. Most of the time though I questioned why I even bothered. Nothing that I did was working and as I sat there fiddling with Beth's mangled head, everyone else outside was suffering... and all of it was because of me.

I can't tell you how many times I prayed for it to all be over, that their suffering would all just end, that way they didn't have to suffer the awful fate Dad had waiting for them. How had I not seen this?! Why did I believe him?! Why did I believe his lies?! Why did I believe what he said about Jon?!... Jon... Thoughts like these raced around inside my brain, and every time I heard another suffering soul cry out, the tension in me grew worse and worse. I felt like I was going insane. Minutes felt like days, and days felt like minutes. I lost track of time. I didn't bother eating or sleeping most of the time. I hoped and prayed beyond everything that God would just make it all stop... But it never did. I knew He was listening, but was deliberately ignoring my calls for help. My suffering would last, and I deserved it. After what I'd done to these poor people... after what I did to Jon.

My thoughts always managed to trail back to him. Those precious moments we'd shared together, how perfect everything was then, how happy we both were together. That was my only relief during those painful weeks of sitting, thinking, and crying. It was thoughts like that that made me continue, they kept me from going insane, still for what it was they didn't help alleviate my feelings of guilty. I had been happy with Jon, and he'd been happy with me. We loved each other, we cherished each other, the moments that we spent together ,whether good or bad, were all so...so... they were all so much more when we were with each other... And I threw it all away. In doing so I didn't just hurt myself, nor did I get Jon killed, but I allowed for all of this to happen. I deserved every bit of agony I endured. After what I'd done to these people ,the yautja and the colonists; after everything I'd done to my poor Fire Angel... what should I have expected? I tried to fix my mistake. The only way I knew how, was by finishing what he'd set out to accomplish, that way I could have given him some peace, but I failed miserably, stupidly. Everything I did was in vain. But none of it mattered anymore. Jon was dead, Everyone else around me, especially those I cared for would die, and I would live to see it all happen.

While this went on, rumors began popping up that their were small armies fighting back against the bad bloods and the Task Force. At first no one was sure of it, but as time passed those rumors came to be true.

This is amazing! The colonists, the marines, the yautja, they're all fighting back! Maybe they still had a chance. I thought. I say they because I didn't deserve that chance. But there was hope again, and although it was small, it was there and it was growing. I'd pray for it. Hopefully that would help.

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Once Kjon finished destroying the comms tower, our job was to destroy their resource depots. Easier said than done. The place was mostly being guarded by Task Force units, and a lot of them. Thankfully though we had Spears.

He'd seen the writing on the wall well before the shit had hit the fan, and had done the smart thing by joining us. A lot of us weren't very happy with the idea of him and a bunch of other Task Force OPs joining. Despite the obvious scumbag that he was, he was a capable leader, and he followed orders, and he was true to his word. Say what you would about him, even if he wasn't likeable I couldn't help but respect him for those qualities. He'd also been very loyal to us during the time he was with us, so I didn't have any worries about him turning his back on us.

"Alright, There's our target. Let's move." I said. He and I were leading this operation, and although it wouldn't make much of a difference for everyone else if we went in guns blazing it would be better for us to go in without letting everyone else know we were here.

"We move fast. We move silent. We move deadly." Spears spoke in his usual, low, ominous voice.

"Exactly." I added.

"I was speaking to them." Spears spoke back motioning to our company, of marines, and yatja.

"I know." I added.

"Any of you screw this up and draw attention to us, I'll shoot you on sight." He told them. I wouldn't doubt that he'd do it. His message, although far from loud, was crystal clear. I could hear some of the marines whispering to some of the Preds who didn't understand what he meant.

Although our task ,aside from the obvious difficulty the OPs posed, seemed easy, there were some steps to it. First we had to deactivate the alarm systems around the area, which they themselves were guarded, then we needed to take out the snipers, and then we could go in.

Spears and I, along with a couple other boys in our company went after the systems. We had a few close calls, some of us nearly got caught and the Task Force nearly alerted everyone else, and some of us nearly tripped the alarms. I almost did the same when Spears and I went for the "box". Still our mission was a success.

After that, then came the snipers. They weren't to difficult for our Preds to handle.

Finally we could continue.

When we got in though we faced something unexpected. Apparently Massey had also seen something was wrong and was doing something about it too. He was bugging out like the slippery little B##### he was. He'd and a group of other operatives had snuck inside ,somehow, and offed everyone else who'd been guarding it. As they were making their way out with the supplies, we walked in on them and the obvious ensued. The operatives who were still loyal to Weyland became attracted to the attention and all hell broke loose. Our casualties were bad, but they would have been worse had Spears not been with us. He was a talented tactician, and his capabilities as a leader never shined brighter than in that moment. During the fight though, Massey tried to get one last F you in before leaving. He turned his gun to me, but Spears took the bullet. Had it not been for him my ass would be six feet under.

He didn't show any fear during his last minutes alive. He didn't seem to care, apart from being mildly irritated by the fact that it was Massey who did it to him.

"Tell your son to get that little son of a b#### for me. Plea-." That was the only time I ever heard him ask for anything, and in a somewhat polite manner. Although I can't remember shedding any tears for the man I can't say I didn't care either. Many of his men were distraught by this. They didn't have very much emotional attachment to him, but they respected him and looked up to him. He was their leader, and he was a damn good one, so I could understand. At least his last mission had been a successful one, and he went out like a hero. Whether he cares about that last part though ,well, that part is still up for debate.

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Our tasks were to assassinate certain "targets" located in the eastern area of the oomans settlement. Those targets were leaders, generals, and other high ranking officers of Weylands forces as well as those of the Ic'jit. A standard practice Hunt. Simple. Although, for Rachelle ,my precious Gkei'moun R'ka, we would not conduct it as such. Instead of merely using stealth tactics, we would also employ misdirection and intimidation. Such strategy was used to great affect by R'ka Bhu'ja, and we would utilize a similar approach.

My mask had not merely been painted in the image of Ghostface, but it also was modified with a voice changer as well.. As for Gkei'moun R'ka, her mask was silenced as so no one could hear her. I would misguide our prey while Gkei'moun R'ka and Sa-v'ar would eliminate them. It was a perfect strategy, and although there were times it failed, it served it's purpose well.

One by one they all fell by our hands. Our tactic had gained our victory and many trophies. While such tactics as ours are seen as dishonorable, what honor did our prey have? Why should they be shown such honor, when they did not show any to us? They were Ic'jit, worse many of them were traitors of our clan, such was in their nature. Ridding ourselves of the dishonor they brought upon us, whilst also using their own methods against them was a joyful experience, insomuch I found it difficult, even for myself to contain. I could not help but laugh as I watched my beautiful mate butcher them.

Once the other's missions were complete, I could not resist the temptation to call my dear dear sister and ask her, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

Alright so this chapter was originally just going to be Kjon kicking ass and taking name, but then I thought it'd be best to focus on everyone else and see how they were doing on their missions. Just a short little look-see on how the battle is going before I show the coup-de-grace that Kjon has in store. Also I thought it would be good to kind of give Spears something of a redeeming quality to him. Even though you can't find yourself liking him, you can find yourself respecting him, especially since he respects Kjon (even though he shot him). But yeah really didn't want to do this chapter, but it was short and I kind of felt it was just a little necessary. Also yeah I really didn't want to do this for this chapter but yeah... Sorry.