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Tainted Birth by Illiad Simpson
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Tainted Birth
Date: 25 October 2006, 1:40 am
Nov. 5, 2552
Prof. Shlyden
This is the first in a series of journal entries stating the progress of our experiment. What is our experiment you ask? Well, during the return trip of one of the ODSTs from codenamed: "Delta Halo" he also brought back with him a strange, mobile, growth-like creature which has been codenamed: "the Flood" early tests to cows resulted in infection, mutation, and change in motives. Otherwise stated; the subject stopped its normal behavior and performed (for a lack of a better word) unusual behavior, more specifically; it became extremely hostile and actually gored a research associate with its horns! Later the next day, we noticed new mutations in the subject; the body shape was becoming large and bulbous, and air sacks filled with spores sprouted along where its head was. Later, upon contact with one of the technicians it immediately fell to the floor, its air sack swelled and it exploded, showering the test room with flood spores, and killing the technician. We are assuming that if we can get a sample of the enzyme, we might be able to figure out how it works, and reclone another spore with altered control enzymes.
A week later, after many hours of research we have created the first sample that will be used on the flood, luckily for us, some data pertaining to the flood was found in some files given to us by ONI after we told them about our project. We searched the data for a source, something that told us who wrote the document, but nothing was found. We are going to try to test it tomorrow, I have a feeling that this will be a very successful mission
Nov. 7, 2552
Prof. Shlyden
I must write this quick, for not all has gone according to plan.
Let me give you a quick overview of what went wrong…
It all started this afternoon; the cloned spore was put into the chamber. Its newly formed protocols sent it to attack the flood combat form. At first things went well; when placed in a room with a covenant prisoner and one of our marines, it started attacking the diminutive grunt; leaving the human alone. Unfortunately, soon after the test, the subject started exhibiting even more aggressive than the first subject, and then disappeared, leaving no trace but a cut leather restraint, and a melted hatch. We suspect the covenant is responsible for this, but our main concern is that there is a rampant flood combat form on the loose, I must finish, for the enemy might be upon us.
Nov. 12, 2552
Prof. Shlyden
I haven't made any progress reports lately, mainly out of the fact that I was…stuck in a hole for five days. Oh god, five horrible days, eating nothing but freeze dried rations and waiting for the Covenant to find us.
It turned out that they had been involved in this scheme, and set the flood subject out, but that wasn't the worst of it, the Covenant had been infected, and amongst what bodies remained intact from that horrible onslaught, deformed bodies, infected with our new super-flood-enzyme started to kill everything they saw; humans, remaining Covenant forces, and even rats and test animals.
It was twelve hours in a service duct until the reinforcements came, and by then… I was the only one left, yet those brutes of a platoon, didn't even glance at my horrid state, they just dragged me out and forced me to hide for five grueling days. But I, unlike them, I was smart, and when they had cleaned out the area, I snuck out of the installation. Now those poor fools are still trying to quell the epidemic, while I am safe in the dropship that they brought here writing this report, it just goes to show that mind always wins over muscle.
Nov. 22, 2552
Prof. Shlyden
I haven't been doing anything interesting lately; I did find some honest-to-god food on this ship though, but nothing else, except today.
Usually when I look over to the infested compound where I did my work, I see muzzle flashes through the window and the sound of those Neanderthals trying to stop the flood, but it was different; the fighting died down and from the front doors came a disheveled, scant, few of marines. I ran out to greet them and told them:
"well, serves you right for staying there when you could have just nuked the facility."
I was hoping that they would understand what I said but they all just glared at me and walked toward the Pelican dropship. I looked for the commanding officer of the group and asked him:
"listen sir, I was wonder me if you could shed some light on why you tried to stay? Was it an act of bravado? Or were you just plain stupid?"
he seemed enraged by my witty comment, but I guess all marines are like that. Yet he somehow gathered the mental capacity to tell me:
"look here wiseguy, there were still good men trapped in there, what did you want me to do? Leave them behind?!"
"well sure," I remarked, "I mean, why risk your men for someone who is expendable anyway?"
This didn't make things any better, as he pushed me into the ground and told me: "you must be some new kind of retard; you can figure out trigonometric functions in the time it takes to blink, yet you can't figure out why I wouldn't leave a man behind. Good day 'professor'".
How dare he call me a retard, I hardly think you can consider someone with an IQ of 250 a retard! That oversized ape had better watch his back, for I can get him shipped out to the African warzone instead of this slightly better dump.
Nov. 25
Prof. Shlyden
Things haven't been going well lately; our food stores are running low, and a report form Earth HighCom told us that we would have to rendezvous with a space cruiser because the pelicans didn't have enough fuel to reach the nearest town, and that cruiser is not coming until the end of this month.
But on the bright side: I was told that I was a real "brainiac", I am sure this is a compliment given my acute intelligence. And as an added bonus, I got access to the ship computer, now I can continue my research, I'm sure that it is okay to do so, for why else would the access code be so poorly encrypted?
Nothing else for the moment, I am sure that once I get in contact with some real civilization, I can have the brutal treatment from these people looked into, and maybe do some justice.
Nov. 30th
Prof. Shlyden
The space cruiser has finally arrived, now I can get some peace and quiet in a singe bunk that isn't crowded with idiots. Yet I was still treated like chopped liver; they refused to send me up slowly and flatly in regulation of my pediatrician's orders, and instead they jetted me right up into the launch bay of the massive frigate without so much as attempting to straighten the dropship.
The bridge crew looked at us and winced as soon as we got off the aircraft, part of the reason is that none of us had showered in the past three weeks, in response to this, we were sent to the showers, and I was appalled at what I saw: rusty shower stalls all stacked next to each other without even doors on the stalls, the inside of each stall wasn't very appealing either; all covered with graffiti and grime. I requested a private stall to the admiral onboard the ship, but he laughed and ignored me, so all I could do was wait till everyone was done to take a shower there.
Well, at least I got my own room, and here I am, writing progress reports by candlelight, waiting for December to come.
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