Hunting...Some do it for survival, some do it for profit...others do it for sport. But what they do not realize is that hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides should know they are part of the game.

[Entry 014, November 17th, 2342]...My name is [...Static distortion...]. Over the course of the last of few weeks I have been involved in a deep space expedition to planet known only as Nova X-32...Upon arrival we encountered...things...at first glance w-we couldn't believe it...a planet with extraterrestrial life...However the ones we saw weren't the only ones that lived here. There were others...They attacked our landing craft at the dead of night...and killed them all. I was in the ship when it happened and saw them die out there. I tried to help but something fell on my head and I ended up in the cargo bay, unconscious. They didn't find me...whatever they were. When I woke up...God...You couldn't even tell that some of em' were human corpses. The only one that made it asides from me was Brody. The ship was completely totaled...The nav boards are gone and they destroyed the comms unit. It was as if they knew what to go after. I've been watching that distress beacon blink away for weeks now...no one's come...they never come...[End of Recording]