Aigr A.I. Log 10099
It has been one year since my last log. We continue to drift among the infinite stars in space, but sensors report a nearby planet capable of sustaining life, initiating awaking protocol 00231, waking all primary members and staff, warming up armament systems, fueling and arming transport crafts. Spinning up weapon systems. All systems nominal… Primary staff awakening. Wake up protocol 002, 003, and 004 initialized. Dethawing process 10%....50%...95%... Complete. Inputting nutrition, oxygen, and power required into suits….Process Complete… Good Morning Commander…
Neton 002
War is what I was born for, raised for, trained, and mutated for, but now I am to lead the last of our people to rebuild a new home. This is why I hate the hibernation tubes. With all the advanced technology and chemistry used to create us, the Supersoldiers, we have spurts of moments within our cryotubes where our mind is awake and constantly thinking. This is the time I hate or what most of us soldiers hate the lul time. The adrenaline rushes out of our veins, and our mind goes to places we don't want to think about that can inhibit our abilities in warfare. The difference between regular soldiers and us is we were trained and conformed to show no emotion. We are not allowed to show any fear, tiredness, or weakness in front of the troops. The only time I have ever shown weakness was after the completion of our enchantments…. We lost 497 brothers and sisters, and only 003, 004, and I survived. Then we were thrust into a war at the tender age of 8…. War is never meant for children to be a part of, but it was needed….without us, our home, people, and friends would have died far faster and more brutal than they did. At this moment I don't know how long time has passed since our escape...I just hope wherever we end up; it's a place we can call home…. And a place where we can conduct war to continue beating the blood and steel into our people to destroy our true enemy...the Conius Filth….
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP* *BEEEEEEEEEP* *BEEEEP*
002s suit began to come out of status. As his suit came alive, his consciousness finally slowly returned, and he began to open his eyes. As he awakened, he heard the Ships A.I. Aigr, " Good Morning Commander." Shaking his head to clear his dizziness he finally began to speak. " How long have we been out Aigr, and why are we awakened now?"."
"We have been adrift in space for 50,001 years, commander. We dropped out of warp drive at 30,500 years due to the expenditure of the warp drive fuel, and we have been moving using the thruster power by using the solar flares to recharge. The awaken protocol has been initiated due to a planet discovered on our systems that seems to be capable of harboring life and restarting our civilization."
As his suit finally completed its diagnostic check, N002 stepped out of his cryotube and began moving towards the bridge.
"Aigr, how far away is the planet, and do we have any probes that can reach this planet and do a quick recon?"
" The planet is approximately six months away, commander, but the Axel probe can reach the planet in 2 months and relay information back."
002 sits in the commander's chair on the bridge and begins to tap his fingers... " Send the probe Aigr, also begin to wake up protocol 1023 for the agriculture depart, OSDTs, one security corps, and two marine battalions. Ensure we have enough food for an 8-month voyage and If we need to withdraw the wake-up process for the marines until we are one month out from the planet."
Alarms began to buzz, and the orders started to be distributed. "Commander protocols have been enacted. Marine battalion wake-up procedure set for one month before planet arrival. Axel probe will be launched in T-one hour. Expected time for protocol completion is T-4 hours."
" Understood Aigr, once the primary staff awakens, send them to the conference room. Also, finalize awaken procedure for N003 and N004 and have them report to the conference room. I will walk around and inspect the ship before the conference."
Walking out of the bridge Commander Death headed towards the Hanger. With every step, the horrors of war ran through his mind. He remembered when the Coinus attacked the U.S.S. Reaver. The alarms were blaring, crewmen and soldiers were screaming, the panic on everyone's face as they ran towards the nearest life shuttle. He remembered the final command given to him by the UNMP Council, " Survive, rebuild, and destroy our enemy," when he finally entered the hanger, he was able to control his mind once again. As he walked the hanger, he took note of the arsenal available. They had drop ships, Macress Space fighters, and Needle bombers for space travel and defense. The ground forces consisted of tanks ranging from the Pixel to the mighty Wolf, and the ground transport consisted of the known HMMVS and MTLs. The armory consists of many weapon types, mainly ballistic, but a few laser and fuel weapons are also included.
After walking the hanger, Death moved to the armament section of the ship to check on the resource situation. As he entered, he could hear the noise of industrialization moving. The machines were pumping out ammo, vehicles, and weapons needed. Once he entered the command area, he began to view the resource management on the computer. "Aigr, at current production rate, we will not have enough resources upon arrival at the planet. Cancel all building of heavy resource vehicles and focus on dropships and the HMMVs or MTLs. Also, only produce weapons that are known to break easily. No need to produce all types; we already have a good stockpile. Keep ammo production as designated." An understood commander was heard with Death's helmet.
Death finished his inspection of the armament and moved to the agriculture sector. As he walked, he noticed the hallways slowly come to life as crewmen and soldiers finally waken and moved to their designated posts. As he walked, they would move to the side and give the proper salute and word of the day. Death would nod his head and continue to progress. As he arrived at the agriculture site, he noticed Dr. Ageion already at his post. " Dr. Ageion, good to see you awake. At the conference meeting, I need to know how much food can be produced through a 6month voyage."
Dr. Ageion was a man in his 40s. He wore a lab coat with jean pants and a shirt that said plants for life. You could see his hair receding but kept its luster brown hair. As Dr. Ageion turned his head, you could see his purple eyes gleaned with intelligence. " Ahhh, commander, good to see you again. I'll be able to have the report at the conference. Now, do you want us to focus on a balanced diet or just a base diet so we can awaken more crewmen?"
"Dr. Ageion, I've told you many times before call me Death or N002 none of this commander stuff. Keep a balanced diet regimen. If we can maintain it for our current population and have enough to awaken more, then let's do it. The goal is to awaken our military troops first until we arrive at a planet that can hold life, but more will be briefed during the conference."
Dr. Ageion nodded, " As you wish, Death. I'll compile the reports and see you in an hour."
Death nodded his head and began the walk back to the bridge. After 30 minutes, Death arrived back on the bridge. As he entered, he saw the crew staffing their positions. He also saw his fellow super-soldiers, or The Reavers as they called themselves.
" Grim, Reaper, it seems you two are finally awake." N003 and N004 turned around.
N003, Code Name Grim, was fitted in the typical OSDT armor, color coated in a metallic gray with red strips on the helmet and black stripes running down the legs.
N004, Code Name Reaper, was fitted in a custom armor that seemed close to the samurai of old. The armor was coated in a metallic black sheen with red strips moving around the armor to imitate blood dropping off the armor.
Both Reavers turned and saw their Leader. N002, Code Name Death, was armored a customed OSDT armor. The armor was bulky and heavy and was created to last in long engagements under heavy fire and bombardments. The armor was coated in metallic black as the base color. Gray stripes adorned the right side of his body, with red stripes adorning the left. On the back, you can see where the red and gray meet.
As he approached, Grim and Reaper held their fist to their chest, " Good morning, commander." Death just shook his head as he came. He returned their greeting then placed his hand on each of their shoulders. " Good morning, my friends, it's good to see you awake, but it is time for us to move to the conference room and begin our plans to rebuild and prepare for our future engagement with the Colnius. We will talk after." He removed his hands and began the short walk to the conference room. Grim and Reaper looked at each other, nodded their heads, and walked behind their commander. As they entered the conference room, it was already full of the department heads and their assistance heads.
There were a total of 6 departments: The agricultural department, research and development department, medical department, administrative department, military department, and the infiltration department.
The Agricultural department is run by Dr. Ageion Neion and his assistant Dr. Gres Lidion. Duties consist of producing food and finding new ways to ensure stable food income.
The Research and Development department is run by Dr. Penalo Frenz and her assistant Dr. Trent Gherl. Duties consist of expanding current technologies and researching new and unknown technologies.
The Medical department is run by Dr. Inizl Jeniz and her assistant Dr. Reni Froliz. Duties consist of creating medical procedures and plans and creating the necessary medical drug and components needed.
The Administrative department is run by Mr. Pent Frenz and his assistant Mrs. Anni Lord. Duties: Run the government and track all citizens. In charge of the security forces.
The Military department is run by General Akins Prinz and Assitant General Greg Douglas. Duties: Run the military.
The Infiltration department is run by Ghost Luke and Ghost Reuin.
Duties: Infiltrate and defend from infiltration. Assinationations
As death sat down in his chair, the other department heads also sat down. Grim and Reaper took Death's right and left sides, respectively.
"Good Morning everyone, as you can guess, protocol 00231 was activated. Agir, present the intel."
Agir A.I. form materialized on the conference table, " Affirmative Commander, At 0430 hours, the ship's long-range detection system has identified a planet that can sustain life. We initiated wake-up procedures and began to move ship towards the planet. The estimated arrival time is six months. Probe Axel was sent to gather data and knowledge of the planet per the commander and should arrive within two months."
Death nodded, " Thank you, Agir. As you can see, we have six months until planet arrival. With this, here are your orders. Dr. Ageion, as we discussed, we need to ensure a balanced diet for all those currently awake and ensure they will be fit for planet drop. Also, begin to stockpile food. Dr. Penalo, we need your department to begin research once again. At this time, we have nothing specific, but I would focus on things that would help us rebuild a colony quick then move onto long-term sustainment options. Dr. Inzil, we need to ensure we have a good stockpile of medical supplies and begin training new doctors and nurses. Give your report to the administrative department on how many personal we would need to wake to ensure a running hospital. Mr. Frenz, as stated with the medical department, I need you to get with the other non-military departments and see how many personal they need to function actively. Ensure you work with the agricultural department to ensure we have enough supplies for the person needed. Also, Grim will be the head of all government and administrative requests. All requests from the department heads of non-military go to Mr. Frenz, and if he doesn't have the authority, then it goes to Grim."
All the non-military department heads nod.
" Reaper will be the head over all military operations and training. General Prinz, we need to start training the troops again to ensure they are combat-ready. Ensure the army, navy, and airforce are ready, and the logistical crews are ready to support. Work out any training plans with Reaper. Ghost Luke you already know what your team's mission will be. Once we arrive on the planet, you will be the recon force before any operation. You will need to find us a strategic location to build, what we will be dealing with upon planet drop, and what type of languages they have. Train your troops, and once we get more information, work a plan with Reaper. Now, are there any questions at this time?"
With the final word coming out of his mouth, he looked around. All department heads shook their heads no.
"With no other questions, the next meeting will be held in 7 days to go over your current productivity and any issues or concerns. Dismissed."
The group stood at attention when Death said " Strength and Honor," and the group gave a resounding " For Justice".
As everyone departed out of the conference room, Death, Grim, and Reaper remained. Death moved his hands to show for them to sit. As they sat, Death removed his helmet. Death had a face that wasn't beautiful or ugly, but one you could see he's been through war. He didn't look past the age of 20. He had white hair with strikes of black throughout his hair. His eyes were deep blue that had a shine that could look through your soul.
At the same time, Grim and Reaper took off their helmets. Grim is what you would call a cold beauty. Her facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, and she appeared to be a goddess. Her hair was pure white with blue streaks moving through it, but her eyes were the deepest green. Reaper was a fiery beauty. Her hair was white with red stripes and had piercing yellow eyes that seemed to be predatory.
Death placed his hands together and leaned onto the table. " It seems just like yesterday that we were fighting on the front lines. Now here we are having to lead and rebuild a nation." Grim kept her emotionless face while Reaper just sighed and nodded her head. "We have to set our priorities: First we have to find a good location to rebuild, second we need to begin acquiring resources to build a spaceport, third we need rebuild the star fleet, lastly we need to research technology near the conius level. The plan to retake our homeworld will take many years, but we have to plan for it early to ensure we stay on track. Reaper work with the generals and research department to build our military might and advance our technology and weaponry. Grim work on a plan to reorganize the government and a logistical plan to meet our plans' needs. If you don't have any questions, you are dismissed." The girls nodded and replaced their helmets before getting back to work. Death returned his helmet and walked to the bridge. He walked towards the commander's chair and sat down. As he began to stare into the vast space, he began to tap his finger again and started to formulate plans and contingencies for the upcoming future. The UNMP Warmachine has once again started to spin up and prepare for war.