Arisen: Winter Knight

Entry 1
March 8th
Arien’s journal

It’s been two whole weeks after first waking up from cryo-sleep. I haven’t discovered much of the technology on this ship but I now know the better vocabulary, how to write, speak in two different languages, and craft. This life of mine is what I have expected to be a curse at the beginning when I first experienced killing and war, this experience made me feel comfortable with killing and facing death. I didn’t have any memories of my past show up in my dream as if Luna was the one responsible of piecing a small fragment of my memories together as if it were like a jigsaw puzzle, but with me needing someone to help me out on finding out where these pieces go. I only thought of my existence was some kind of twisted joke as for how I’m a created being for some purpose in war. Whatever that war didn't actually ignited its own flames and send the rockets to whatever enemy it was for. I’m still trying to piece that one memory to now but that is impossible as now I’m just going into different simulations in old wars, not that I mind as it helps me cope with taking another life even if it weren’t real it was done by your choice and that blood in the simulations is on your hands whether you want to believe it or not.

Weapons, I learn how to use manual craft if I ever wanted to make a blueprint of any weapons from the simulations, but of course, some of the weapons I picked up from the simulations get instantly scanned and sent to the workbench on constructing the blueprints of that weapon. I do like the manual craft because how to craft your own personal weapons and becoming the owner of that crafted weapon gives me joy. Joy in what? Being the maker of that weapon; however, I am not really talented on crafted weapons in primitive ways but I’ll learn. About six guns are in the weapon locker with backgrounds of the day they were first thought and created, ammunition they use, and the history of them. Clothes and armor, they were difficult to think of since the Forger was more complicated than the workbench, I needed some type of diagram, a drawing, to at least have it scanned so that the forger would allow me to tweet with the armor or clothing. One winter clothes and one chest plate were in the “Quick Equip”, I didn’t make up that name, one had the German’s steel chest plate for protection against blades and other ranged weapons that don't have the capability of piercing three fourths thick of steel. That was just the armor as for the winter clothes was the german’s winter coat. I’m not entirely sure about the German history but at least I have some fashion that belongs to my people...well what I was created to resemble.

The status of the Uriel was still going under repairs something about missing high-class circuits and a thruster combustion. Jack, that little buddy of mine, is still one strange little drone as he hovers around the ship keeping Rios and me company as if he wanted to talk a bit. Luckily I managed to quote and unquote “figure out his language” to know what he’s actually saying every time he speaks. I swear I am turning into a robot by understanding what he is saying. The little guy is starting to grow on me, well not literally, but emotionally as I feel like he’s part of a family that I don’t exactly remember and that goes with Rios. Though going to space would sound fun, I wonder if there are any alien spaceship flying over the planet?

Luna has rarely visited the past three weeks, she either arrives in my dreams or when I’m in a middle of a simulation. She’s something to say as being a native of this planet, which I still don’t really know this planet's name yet. That woman mare, is a mystery as we speak in the same language English. I can’t really imagine another planet speaking in any of the languages written in words and spoken in other countries if there were some then having communications with an alien race would be easy to negotiate something. I can’t really say that Luna is a master at her ability to visit dreams seeing how she’s stressed out every time we met, but thankfully she sometimes releases her stress on watching a fight in simulations of various wars, four by the way, and the small chat we have.

I only know so little about the princess, how she’s just protecting her subject’s dreams from nightmares. I’m gonna go much detail of what she meant of protecting her subjects of these nightmares as I don’t truly understand it myself, but at least I can count her as a friend...maybe. Our conversation would start out small saying hi and how one another is doing until we start talking more and more about the things we are going through as that’s how friends start out, right? Enough of writing about something I know rarely of.

Rios, where do I begin? He’s much different than the one in I saw in my memory, he doesn’t act like a timid person. No, he much more different and I’m not saying that because how big he is compared to the memory. I’m saying because he acts more like a leader that had witness people dying in front of him and had fought in a war that he knows of and doesn’t show a slight hint of anger or joy as if he killed his emotions. I wondered what happened that caused him to be this way. He knows more about me than I do myself, but I don’t know anything about him other than what I can see and guess what type of person he is.

Maybe there might be a day in this week where we get to talk a bit other than being ordered around. Just wondered if our talk would get me to know him more than knowing nothing about him. I can tell he cares about me as he asked if I was okay after a simulation of experiencing another cold war or small battle. This I can tell by the tone of his voice that he must have at least cared and that was the only time he ever asks and show only one emotion, I don’t really care if it was just one it meant that he can at least show more if I got to know him.

If things go well in different simulations then hopefully, I can at least speak with him. Just having Rios open up to me and talking instead of looking at the monitor screen every day in the hours that go by. If this keeps up then he’ll be nothing more than a stranger to me, and I don’t believe he wants that. I know he has a responsibility of watching over the ship but Ceria can handle that with Jack, all we need is a new thruster combustion and if I can find a blueprint of one then we would have this problem dealt with.

I already got done with a simulation of Russia, the Soviet Union claiming Russia away from German soldiers after they had captured Moscow. Using the PPD-40 was my favorite submachine gun as held more bullets and the fire rate of the gun helped me out in close quarters, but the spray it had made it go to the bottom of my favorite as aiming the thing was difficult you have to try and burst fire the gun if you ever want accuracy. That was one of the guns I made out from the workbench. I can’t craft any more weapons, unfortunately, we’re nearly out of resources and that I have to go around and try to gather the materials or else I’ll be using sticks and stones to use for weapons.

Pickaxe and axe, the simplest tools to mine and chop with. I haven’t found any caves around the area to mine minerals and ores, and same goes for wood there wasn’t a single tree in this snowy terrain. The only option, in this case, is to travel farther away from the ship. If there aren’t any trees in three miles then I have to stop crafting and travel away from the ship to another land, one that is not covered in snow, and has mountains and trees!

FOOD! I forget to mention my food and water source. Food is terrible it looked like a pile of pink slime and it wiggles every time you poke it with a fork! Like how the hell am I supposed to eat this shit if it just slides between my teeth every time I chew it, I learned the hard way that I was supposed to drink it in a cup with a straw. Rios said, “The the slime has the nutrients you needed to survive, but finding water won’t be difficult as we are in a snowy terrain as long you don’t pick any colored snow.” Still, dislike the pink slime.

Outside the ship the snow storm is still going, I still have to wear a winter coat whenever I leave the ship. I managed to search around the area for any parts that may have fallen off the ship when it crashed landed, the things I found were burnt metal panels, circuit boards, and few scraps of metal in perfect conditions. Of course, I wanted to keep myself from crafting any more stuff so I gave the parts I found to Jack, so he can continue with the repairs on the thruster. I can’t say for sure that there is any life out in the cold other than the Frost wolves, I can’t say for sure again that I’m the only intelligent one wondering around. Wish I was, in the west was where I spotted something in the distance watching me. I’m not sure what it was but it was bigger than the Frost wolves’ alpha.

Whatever was out there I just hope that it doesn’t see me as a threat or an easy prey. This planet is not known in the ship’s computer as the Frost wolves were new. I wouldn’t mind studying them as it would be better than being the same routine without much interesting happening. I hate doing nothing.

The simulation I’m doing today is different than the others. Why is it different? I’m going through the training of sniping instead of being thrown into a battle I’m now being trained. I had never been trained by anyone before, or so that I remember. This training is harsh and brutal as the man who’s experiencing this had an asshole trainer that looks down at this soldier and keeps yelling out how he doesn’t have the guts to fire a gun at his enemy. I’m gonna prove that bitch wrong. If I don’t break the pressure.

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Entry 425
March 16
Rios’ Audio Files

I can’t really believe that Arien is regaining any memory at all. It has been one year since our departure from Mercy’s solar system as it was a choice Arien had picked over than staying on Mercy for eternity. The “Forget me” pill worked has Arien had hoped for, he doesn’t want to remember Mercy as it would cause him to break into a psycho again like last time. Arien had mental problems when the machines took him in for experiments after he lost his left arm, they did four types of experiments three that was painful and could break a regular man’s sanity but the fourth was the replacement for his missing limb. If they didn’t take him in his weakened state then he would still have his arm, but also lose his ability. Someone who wanted to help bring peace to two different races I should start explaining more about this if you ever find these files Arien.

As I said when you asked what and who you were is true, but there is more in the dark that you must discover yourself without my help. I can’t really say much, but I know you would uncover some fragments of your memory piece by piece placing them in the correct spot where they go. You’re gonna have to make guesses about what happened whether you have a guess or pieces of evidence, you are going to make assumptions about your identity.

I remember our first encounter in Lab Zero where I was just started to give in to the corrupted data all around in the facility. If it weren’t for you I am laughing mad wanting nothing more than to create for fails, but thanks for lady luck you heard me and came into the room with me. Curiosity is what drove you to me. I didn’t hear the door slide open when you entered in the room but after you tried to touch me, I scared you when you shocked me of knowing that there was still someone alive in that place. That moment when you held that PDA I know we could make it out the lab, but without your voice, we couldn’t get around the lab and I can’t really handle silence or else I’ll go mad. And having a corrupted AI would be suicidal as most would hack into various systems to cause mayhem that most would see as accidents if none knows any type of rogue AI’s, but if there was someone who knows about them then the government would want to know what type of species they were representing as it would help understand what goal a rogue AI has. I, a fox, is seen as a mischievous little fucker if I ever went rogue.

You and I were both curious types after we walked around in the lab to the Voice Giver as you couldn’t talk to me which is a problem on Mercy. If you can’t talk or don’t have any communication skills then you’re doom. I still remember you always keeping me eye level with you when we first started searching. You always made me feel like an actual person not just some sparks and data code.

Mercy, our home planet, was nothing more than an apocalyptic planet that has groups of race divided into seven colonies. Humans and Furvors are the two colonies that hated each other the most as blame for who caused the virus. Machines and infected are another two colonies both having similar goals, but Machines what to turn the whole planet into a planet of drones and the extinction of organics. As the infected, they wanted to turn the whole planet into the land and sea of deads. They can infect mechs with parasites, but it’s an uncommon chance for a parasite to control a mech’s body. The other three are complicated but their names weren’t heard until the relay we set up called them. The Gourgants, Yautjas, and Precursors; their goals are unknown as we only encounter them few times.

That is all I have for this audio log as the thought of those alien race is something I must keep this in the species files. Arien if you were listening to this be prepared as you always have trouble keeping yourself from getting into a fight.

Audio log: Discontinued