Logan's Dirty Dogs - Mercs on Mars
The Chronicles of Logan Forest, Commander of 12 LoneStar Colonial Mercenaries
ALL AUDIO ANALYZED BY SEEKER SYSTEMS FAWNIX VERSION 6.1.369
OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPTS COMPOSED BY GIZMO-GAL DARLIN VERSION 4.1.238
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MEMORIES OF LOGAN FOREST AKA TANNER CASH AKA DANNY REDMOND ARE ALL CLASSIFIED
FOR FALCON EYES ONLY.
Logan’s Log 1:
This is Knight-Captain Logan Aeneas Septimus Forest, and I don’t know why I’m starting this bullshit. I’ve never felt the need to log my personal thoughts before and I…
I guess now I’m supposed to justify my actions, for posterity’s sake and all…
No. That ain’t it. It’s just for my kids.
Anyways, I…
(Cough)
Blue Sword intel suggests a helluva lot of Slithers and Lurkers and maybe other speesh1 are gonna be popping up soon near Dirtmouth.2
And back when Emily said that I would never…
(Pause)
With the Xenos moving fast and the Red Colonial Army approaching, I feel the need to record this log, in case… in case I croak.
(Pause)
Johnny, Susannah, if y’all are listening to this, your daddy loved you very much.
I mean “Loves”…
I…
Johnny, You’ll earn your Silver Spurs one day, I’m sure. Just like your daddy, and like your granddaddy and Uncle Lucky... God rest their souls.
(Cough)
Ah, hell, you’re only nine. You can do whatever the hell you want, kid. Be a baseball player like I wanted to be when I was your age, or play the guitar like I was going to before I went out West with your momma and…
(Sound of bic flicking and a cigarette being lit, followed by the sound of a flask being opened, a swig, and a long drag of smoke)
Johnny, you do whatever the hell you want. Just take care of your momma and your little sister. I know I haven’t seen y’all in a while and I know I was never home long, but I hope you…
(Flask noises, cigarette sounds, etc.)
Emily, please, please forgive me. Jesus Christ, please forgive me. I still love you, Em, and I wish you could remember when we were running ops in the PRC, back when all that mattered was our bed and “Better Dead than Red,” and all that glorious bullshit.
I only ever… I...
Hell, Lucky would know what to say, but…
But I find I, I...
Fuck this. End Log.
Speesh = Xeno-Species
A small settlement directly South of the Mariner Valley on Mars.