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The First Panic

14 Dec

Panic Station Session Report – First Play Test 12th December 2011 (4 Players Game)

A TROUBLED MIND / Journal Log #0026359 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 10th December 2220 – The Citadel, Headquarters of The Guardian Federation of Galaxy (Primary Left Section Fleet – Central Military Movement Operative First Officer). 16.28
As being one of the most decorated officers in the federation, not even once I ever take that as a compliment or even a payout. I consider myself as a servant to the federations, just looking to serve another purpose for the great calling or even cover up some imbecile diplomats stupidity from their hellholes. The problem is, once you get the hang of it, it slowly turned you into something else. An entity that answer anything through the banner of this pride, glory and respect. I’ve become a tool of war, that had been trained to finish what I started, to decide without hesitation, to neglect doubts and provide solutions for the greater medium which called The Federation. It’s been 20 years under that glorified banner, some began talking behind my back for the retirement plan, some think I just never got enough action and lust for violence, a hard man that seeks only justification of his mean of existence in this universe. But to tell you the truth, I just feel lonely. Lonely for I have nobody, nobody that related, nobody that care, nobody to come back home for. This is what I’ve got, this is everything I know, the people, the rules, the fundamentals and ideologies that shaped me before, they’re my families.
If I was asked to retire and let go all of these, what would I do? What would I become? That is my only fear, fearing only the truth of my future that’s not eternal like these decorated medals that shining with silvers and golds. I know I’m not a saint, living as myself would get you as far as a sweat running through your forehead for being straight in the platoon. We’ve been in and out of hell and by God, you can’t be a saint by doing that. We play God, we chose our kills and hell some of us thought we had paid those greatly.

Though, my spirit and nerves never ever let me down to this moment, yet I cannot ignore the fact that we all growing old. I can still take those awful beating by those guys back in the camp and walk with my head up high, but still, the pushing and growing fatigues are really corrosive time by time. The counsel think my time has come and their persistent persuasions are slowly bear fruit in my mind. Maybe it’s time, to let it go. All these medals to be put into frame and all I would do is just dust it off day by day and reminiscing those proud memories. An ugly truth but yet, it’s a thing that all man should face when the time comes.

LAST MISSION / Journal Log #0026371 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 11th December 2220 – The Citadel, Headquarters of The Guardian Federation of Galaxy (Primary Left Section Fleet – Central Military Movement Operative First Officer). 05.09
A beautiful morning, which i barely remember how a beautiful morning feels, yet rather seems common like any other morning. I woke up in the darkness of morning dusk, put on my training shoe and started to take a jog around the Piazza of the central community center. It’s been always no daylight since our sun was destroyed in the War of The Crowns. When I was back at my private quarter, I found a letter for me from General Commander David Ausloos, that the high counsel has  requested my appearance in a meeting, this afternoon.

08.47
Questions were racing in my mind, when I walking down the hall of the conclave to answer the counsels summon. What would they want me for, but this must be very important, for being summoned by the counsels is not my day to day job.  I met The General Commander in front of the Stronghold Gate and he asked me to join him in.

I was greeted by the grim and bitter tone of all the counsels. They’re old, old enough to be wise…yet i don’t know what age is old enough to be wise. The lead counsel spoke to me, his name is Kevin Nesbitt.
He said that the board have been reviewing my full dossier and with all the achievement and medals they want to liberate me from my position and be granted commendable and respected figure position on one of the armada fleets as a staff sergeant first officer and relieve me from all the current duties. But, in order to get that, they want me to do one last mission, as it is a standard operative during the resignation in field assignments. Honestly i was quite surprise this would knocked my door earlier than i had expected. But, i had no option to accept the proposition.

STATION DEBRIEF / Journal Log #0026377 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 11th December 2220 – The Citadel, Headquarters of The Guardian Federation of Galaxy (Primary Left Section Fleet – Central Military Movement Operative First Officer). 12.36
General Commander sat in front of me, having a chat and some of the old days memories we had back then. After several glasses of whiskey, he turned silent. I waited him for some time, then he reach inside his jacket, a black and yellow colored envelope, a top secret files as i recognized it. This must bey last mission. He opened it and start briefed me about the background nature of my mission. He said it’s a simple mission and they expected to stay that way. During the mining colonization several years ago, one of the station on a small mining planet named Recon-6 stopped sending signal to earth and lost contact ever since. An investigation team was send but they never returned. The team was considered missing, and the operation was
closed and shut down. Last month, the patrol dreadnought that orbiting the space solar system near the planet received disturbing signal which was believed as a communicative attempt from the station. After heard about the report, the central dispatch filed it as a top priority subject and David was ordered to re-activate the operation. David told me that the important and delicate matters about this mission was it’s not a simple and common mining station. Based on the secret project, the station was also conducted as a research facility
of an alien terraforming and advanced technology implementation. This made it critical so they want all the available data and conducted test results along with the lab specimens. The possible situations are the station might have been captured by the space outlaws or rebels, an accident inside the station or overwhelmed alien infestation problem. David wanted me to assemble my team and dispatch to retrieve all the necessarily and investigate what had happened to the station and the investigation team.

TEAM ASSEMBLY / Journal Log #0026378 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 11th December 2220 – The Citadel, Headquarters of The Guardian Federation of Galaxy (Primary Left Section Fleet – Central Military Movement Operative First Officer). 19.21
Though David gave me several recommendation of the personnel, i prefer to choose my own team. And by the look of the mission i need a special tactical small team that consist of technician officer with alien terraforming specialization, Lt. Sgt. Ricky ‘GREEN’ Bayu was my first choice. His technical skills are on the top list among the geniuses and we had been working together before. Firepower and heavy assault was down to Capt. Daniel ‘FRENZY’ Mulia. A tough and quiet man, but reliable hands with the 19mm caliber heavy assault rifle. The last was a recon and secret ops that specialize in retrieval, infiltration and sabotage. Pvt. Karno ‘GRIEF’ Gunawan, a shady man with dark background. With him it’s as simple as you don’t need to know him to know he’s best at what he does.

INTERESTING MISSION / Journal Log #0026382 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 12th December 2220 – Goliath Starship fleet Northstar Armada, Main Deck. 10.11
I left the vicinity of The Citadel along with the team. We’re ready and would be arrived in destination in approx. 4 hrs hyper light speed time. Team members are:
Capt. Cmd Angrod ‘JOKER’ Vardamir
Lt. Sgt. Ricky ‘GREEN’ Bayu
Capt. Daniel ‘FRENZY’ Mulia
Pvt. Karno ‘GRIEF’ Gunawan
Estimated time of mission take out is 0400 hours. General Commander  send me direct message that he had new information about the mission, that there was confirmation of alien infestation presence on board the station and most likely they set a hive somewhere inside the station. The objective of the mission was added with destroying the hive came out as a primary objective above all else. This mission turned out to be more ‘interesting’ before it even started.

POWERLESS / Journal Log #0026383 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 12th December 2220 – Mining Station GHT-6528, Recon-6 (Inside Tricoran Gamet Solar System). 02.33
We had arrived at destination, the mining station. We needed to execute personal infused teleportation procedure with the reactor templates between the ship and the station to transport us inside the station, for the unfriendly environment and the hazardous atmosphere. To do this we need to be transported one by one. Start with me, followed by GRIEF, FRENZY and GREEN.

02.45
I entered the station with 2 gas cans and began exploring the other room on the left. GRIEF was behind me, with the same direction. Carrying the heavy assault rifle and ammo. FRENZY with heavy assault
rifle and gas can, GREEN with gas can and knife. When we entered the station, parasite was spotted in the reactor room but we’re unable to take it down. It was dark, damp and surely had not been operated for years. The power generator didn’t work, only the emergency lights turned on. So we will be exploring this place in the
dark.

—crrtzzzz— over radio comm
JOKER: “We need to find the hive…”
GREEN: “Understood sir!”
GRIEF: “I don’t like this…”
FRENZY: “Huh, Just like old times right?”

—crrtzzzz— over radio comm
JOKER: “Check all you stats, stay alert and android assault on. FRENZY, take GREEN and lead down that corridor!”
FRENZY: “Got it Sir!”
JOKER: “GRIEF, on me!”
GRIEF: “lead the way sir!”

I explore some rooms and searched one of the rooms and found a kevlar vest from one of the lockers. The more we went deep, the air smell  worse, it reeks. What happened here… There is no sign of life, not  even a body or trace. It’s like they just vanished to thin air.

—crrtzzzz— over radio comm
GRIEF: “Sir, i found a gas can!”
JOKER: “Okay, useful. Let’s keep on moving! We need to find that hive ASAP, and be careful for alien infestation. We seen it once and i believe it wasn’t the only one that swarm this place.”
GRIEF: “Damn, i think i saw another one sir. But lost sight of it in the dark!”
JOKER: “This thing sucks, we need to get the power back on.”
—crrtzzzz— over radio comm
JOKER: “Guys, check out for backup power on your way. We need the light quick!”
GREEN: “Affirmative sir!”
JOKER: “what’s your sitrep guys?”
FRENZY: “We’re 300 meters and down 1 level. The place reeks and we found an ammo clip and heat scan sir!”
JOKER: “Okay, same thing here. But we’re still on the same level and spotted 2 aliens movement. Careful guys, i planned to get us back just the way we got in!”
FRENZY: “Oh, that’s very kind of you sir!”
JOKER: “JOKER, out!”

FIRST CONTACT / Journal Log #0026383 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 12th December 2220 – Mining Station GHT-6528, Recon-6 (Inside Tricoran Gamet Solar System). 03.08

I explored one of the room that seemed like a supply depot. Searched it and found another 2 gas cans and i notice a parasite movement in the other room. I would be in a very bad situation if that shit come.
My android wasn’t here. GRIEF handed me his assault rifle and went to other room. GREEN found an access card for the security door, but he got attacked by one of the parasite. He’s losing much blood.

GREEN: “Shit, I’m fucked. It cut me deep!”
FRENZY: “Come on GREEN, keep yourself together…we need to find a sick bay!”
JOKER: “are you okay, both of you?”
GREEN “aye sir, no sweat…just blood!”
FRENZY: “damn, GREEN is severely wounded sir. We need to look for a sick bay! Request of overrun the primary objective temporary sir!”
JOKER: “Request granted! Just be careful!”
GRIEF: “Arrrgh!!!”
JOKER: “GRIEF! What happen?
GRIEF: “it got me sir…but not bad. I had a first aid kit”
JOKER: “Did you get it? The parasite!”
GRIEF: “Yes sir, i think i hit it quite good. Good God, i’ve never seen this like and with this big!”
JOKER: “What? Is it dead? Stay alert, this is far more dangerous than it seemed!”
GRIEF: “Yes sir, pretty dead!”

03.23
—crrtzzz—
GREEN: “Uh uh…JOKER!”
JOKER: “Yes GREEN…”
GREEN: “i found a sick bay. It’s locked but luckily i had the access card!”
JOKER: “Good, patch yourself quick and move on”
GREEN: “Got it sir!

JOKER: “Damn, this is not a simple mission. Guys, please remind me to kick that old David’s ass when we get back!”
GREEN: “Will do sir!”

03.37
FRENZY: “JOKER…”
JOKER: “Hey, FRENZY, how you’re doing down there? You went silent for a brief there. Any update?”
FRENZY: “Found the terminal room. But the power generator was down to junk, beyond repair!”
JOKER: “Shit! Okay, what else you could do there?”
FRENZY: “The security cams still works, but most of them are low visible. The security panel still works. Heat scan sir!”
JOKER: “Okay what do you got there on the cams? And perform the heat scan right away!”
FRENZY: “Sir, this is bad! There are 2 infected member sir! But i had no idea who they are!”
JOKER: “What? How come? I didn’t hear anything suspicious!”
FRENZY: “I could see GRIEF, you but no GREEN! And sir, i think i found the hive!”
JOKER: “That’s good. Who’s the closest? GREEN is in a sick bay, somewhere.”
FRENZY: “GRIEF Sir! It’s right above his and  right in the corner. I guess it’s the water drainage room sir!”
JOKER: “Ok, GRIEF, what’s your stat?”
GRIEF: “Good sir. Ready to comply. But one thing sir. I don’t have
enough gas cans.”
JOKER: “Okay, stay there! I meet you there with extras!”
GRIEF: “Okay sir, and be quick sir! I wanna go out from this shit hole as quickly as possible. And i see movement sir!”
JOKER: “Okay, stand your ground, son! FRENZY, GREEN go to him!”
FRENZY & GREEN: “Roger that!”

2 BY 2 / Journal Log #0026383 – Capt. Cmd Angrod Vardamir / 12th December 2220 – Mining Station GHT-6528, Recon-6 (Inside Tricoran Gamet Solar System). 04.18

This is our hope. The hive had been found and all we need to do is burn down that shit. But i guess there are something bad we yet to uncover and this really got me worries with 2 infected members and still have no idea who were infected.

04.21
When i could reached GRIEF, he still alone. I tried FRENZY and GREEN but no response, just static.
JOKER: “GRIEF, how’s your condition?”
GRIEF: “in pain sir…the blood hasn’t completely stop, but still manageable”
JOKER: “Good! This is awful, i couldn’t get FRENZY and GREEN from the radio. And with that heat scan, probably they’re infected!”
GRIEF: “I see… So it’s just us then?” (in dismay)
JOKER: “we can’t be sure of that. The important thing is we need to burn the hive first!”
GRIEF: “Okay, but my flamethrower busted out sir! So it must go with yours sir!”
JOKER: “Okay, let see what you’ve got!”

We traded items and to my great surprise, he got me infected. I couldn’t believe this… GRIEF was infected?! How could all of these happened? We lost our hope.
Who else? 2 members were infected, who’s the host? Is it GRIEF? and who else, either GREEN or FRENZY?

04.31
FRENZY’s android arrived in the room and to our surprise, his android shot us both. What in the hell, did he already know that we’re infected? I thought he also infected. He killed me. Only my android left.

ALL HOPE IS GONE / Journal Log #0011837 – Lt. Sgt. Ricky ‘GREEN’ Bayu / 12th December 2220 – Mining Station GHT-6528, Recon-6 (Inside Tricoran Gamet Solar System).

04.35
FRENZY did a heat scan in the terminal room. And there was only 1 human left. I am the only one who’s not infected. I head gunshots, they got FRENZY? or it’s the other way around?

GREEN: “Guys, what just happened? I heard gunshots!”

No response… I think again, it’s not the wisest thing to do to communicate over the comm. The infected member and the host could overheard us.

GRIEF: “God, oh God…no… this couldn’t be! Ugggh…”

Shit what happened? It’s GRIEF… i need to!

GREEN: “GRIEF…are you okay? What happened?”

GRIEF: “Arrgh…help me…GREEN!”

GREEN:”Hold on… I’ll get to yours as fast as i can! Tell me what happened? Where’s JOKER?”

GRIEF: “…ugh…Cap is dead! FRENZY shot us down! Hurry…he’ll find me!”

GREEN: “Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit!!! JOKER!!!”

FRENZY shot JOKER and GRIEF for a decoy. He thought that would left me trusted him, he wanted to infect and kill us all. I’m his last bounty, the alien have prevail.

04.38
I heard a shot, what happened? Was it something i fear the most? Is it FRENZY of GRIEF. I run through the corridor toward the source of the gunshot. I found JOKER lying still and pass to the hive. And to my dismay, it’s GRIEF, covered in blood with 2 shot wounds, in his chest and head, lost an arm. This is madness, GRIEF was killed by FRENZY. I didn’t find  FRENZY, where is he? What is that? Wait a minute…

04.39
————–static

THIS IS PANIC STATION!

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