Chris Philbrook's Blog: Hall E - Posts Tagged "bugs"

Episode 4
First Blood
25 August 163 GA

Hi Mom & Dad,

It occurs to me that you aren't going to get my letters until the fleet returns to the colonies. And the fleet only transits every six months, and it'll be another week or two before the ships head back. So, you'll be getting my letters from Selva a bit later than my normal letters, though I think I'll try to write more. Somehow there are fewer distractions here, and I feel the need to talk with my family greater here.

We lost a marine a few days ago. He was killed by an indigenous creature the size of a bear. It got him in the middle of the night and dragged his body almost a kilometer into the jungle. At dawn the First Expeditionary Marines went into the jungle, following the trail of blood. The monster attacked them, and it took all five of the marines shooting to take the monster down. It's covered in a hide that's almost as tough as stone. In fact, when the insect-thing drops down to the ground, it's indistinguishable from a mundane boulder, and guess what…? Boulders are everywhere around here.

The picture above I drew a picture of one based off what I saw in Balashov's lab. I don't know if I got its legs right (it's dead on a table), but it's close. Size of a bear. Think about that. I guess the good news is that they don't appear to be intelligent or organized. Just wild animals.

They're calling them 'rock bugs.' Clever.

Now no one wants to go outside without armed marines nearby. My fellow scientists feel quite exposed and in jeopardy, but… the marines are protecting us, and no one has been hurt since. The expeditionary marines are now carrying their rifles and pistols all the time, and I think the other marines will be issued their weapons soon. I hope so. I know a lot of us will feel safer.

I've dived into research. I haven’t left the lab here in… too long. Margaret told me earlier I should get out and get some sun, and she's right. I should. But I've got a few ferns to look at in depth, and the results on some soil samples are just a few hours away. I'll go out after all that's done.

Feeling a little depressed, but I suppose that's normal. Talking with Sarah helps. Mom, you'll be glad to know she and I kissed the other night. I guess you could say it's going well.

Stahl. The kid who was killed. His name was Stahl. Hopefully we don't see anything else bizarre.

Tell Charlotte I'm debating the idea of a mansion here…. I think any world where there are bugs the size of sofas might not be the ideal place to retire. Although we're getting a massive land grant bonus if we settle here. Double normal. Tell her I miss her, and to take care of herself.

I'll watch out for massive insects covered in stones.

Love and miss you all,

-Anatoly

Episode 6

Bury Me Deep

I don't know the date anymore.

Every time one of these things walks within 50 meters of our habitat, the ground shakes. The floor thrums against our feet, and our weary backs are jolted.

It hurts.

Not as much as my empty belly, but it hurts.

Sarah died from her wounds two days ago. Her body is in the airlock where we can't smell her rotting. Two of the others opened the airlock door yesterday and bolted out into the night. They wanted food and water more than safety. I don't think they made it twenty meters before one of the spitters got them.

Their screams stopped when the change hit their brains. Then they went silent, and became obedient little monsters with too many teeth, too many arms, and no sense of who they were, like all the others outside.

If the last of us are silent, I can hear them fighting over scraps.

How long until they remember how to open a door?

I got a good look at the one who came close to the airlock. I'll draw it. Here's my nightmare;

I won't be coming home. I don't see how. I'll never survive until the fleet returns and there aren't enough marines remaining or bullets for them to turn the tide.

No mansion, no Sarah, no mom and dad, and no little sister Charlotte. Just hunger, and thirst for something other than our own piss, and this metal coffin we've locked ourselves inside.

If anyone finds these letters and drawings, I hope they find me too.

If I'm not alive, please bury me deep enough that the monsters won't find me. I don't want to be a meal like everyone else.

Love and miss you all,

-Anatoly



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Seven hundred fifty years ago, human colonists left Earth and settled on the moons of the distant gas giant Ghara.

Civilization has flourished on Ghara’s fertile moons, but humanity’s drive to colonize and explore is still strong. Detecting plentiful mineral resources and a rich abundance of alien life on the nearby planet of Selva, the Gharian Colonists mount a dangerous expedition. Young newlywed marines Dustin and Melody will find themselves put to the ultimate test as they forge a way through fierce magnetic storms into an unknown and utterly alien world.

Tensions mount at home, as not all of the colonists support this mission and its high cost of resources, and many are outright hostile towards the Marines and scientists who are setting out to colonize the new world.

As the peace the four colonies have shared for almost 200 years starts to fracture, what the expedition finds on Selva might very well be the worst thing humanity has ever dealt with.

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