Author's Note

Sorry it took so damn long to get this out. You know how life is, plus the fact that my brain is a steel trap, Info goes in but It don't come out

Progress!

Audio log no. 026: start

Okay so, know how in my last text entry I said I couldn't speak because I lost my voice, yeah, it turns out it's not because my throat went sore from screaming so much, actually, I just blew a resistor, yeah that caught me for a loop too, turns out I have electronic vocal cords, not all bad, I mean now I can speak in binarric chant (unintelligible binarric screaming), I was saying hello by the way,

Oh right, time uhh, it has been about 4 days since my last entry, and uhh things have been happening, (unintelligible demonic screaming and the thunder of heavy artillery sounding off in the background), yeah happening, those bugs have decided to try and drive me mad with their screaming, fortunately, I don't think it's working, can't really tell, uhh there have been no new bug types but they have increased in number so I've had to make an extra three xaviars A.B.Gs, and four thumper heavy tanks.

oh yeah, I forgot to mention the thumpers, well they are my answer to the bugs light to medium tank classes, housing a v12 turbo diesel engine, a 120 mm cannon on the top turret and a 105 mm cannon on the bottom turret, as well as three 12.7 mm machine guns, the machine guns have two coax and one turret-mounted, all of it controlled by six combat AIs, two for the two main guns and the coax machine guns, one is a repurposed train AI, but I modified it to have a defensive and offensive driving algorithm so they can be used in tank combat, instead of train combat, and the last one is a commander AI, its sole duty is to control the independent turrets machine gun as well as point out to the other AIs where everything is and issue orders to them.

I have a couple of other tanks but I'm not going to go over them right now, in other news though I managed to find an underground reservoir, only two kilometers above my head, so now I can have a shower again yay! Cuz I have been accumulating blood, guck, and dirt for the last 4 years, yeah I stink so I'm going to go find some lime and harvest some bug fat and make myself some soap, I'll talk to you guys in a little while.

End audio log
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Audio log no. 030

Alright, uhh let's see, it has been 4 days since my last entry and I'm clean now, so I no longer reek of blood, sweat, and Gore, so there's that next thing is the damn bugs have come up with a new type, remember the flyers? Well now they're bigger and meaner, so after finding that out I had to take another shower and perform a deep clean of my armor as well as replace a few pieces, yeah these new flyer types I'm going to be calling acid bombers, why? because their blood is acidic, so yeah not only did I have to replace a few pieces of armor plating on myself but also my guns and a couple of piece of machinery I lost half of my iron gear and my entire blue circuit production because of the damn things,

So here I am in my little makeshift cabin made of granite and basalt, staring at a small stack of papers and a design screen trying to figure out how to make a heavier anti-air gun, or more powerful missiles, which one is kind of up in the air right now, I've got ideas for both but I only have the production capacity for one or the other, at least until I can retake More territory from the bugs, I've been thinking about using a secondary explosive charge in my missiles essentially making micro bombs come out of my missiles, but once again I come across the problem of production capacity, and I could also utilize armor-piercing ammunition with a smaller caliber than my currently in place 50 mm anti-aircraft guns, for instance, I can switch up my guns from 50 mm down to 20 mm and just use an armor-piercing subdermal explosive, but that would require a whole new production line or require me to completely rip out my 50 mm production line which I can't have, the 50 mils are very effective against the lighter and smaller flyers and they do some damage to the heavier ones but not enough to take them out of the sky before they reach the base,

And the missiles require a whole new production line by themselves since my Sam missiles are still relatively effective and they can still be used for long-range strikes against some of the heavier targets, thankfully even with the micro-bomb idea I wouldn't have to worry about switching out my already in place Sam sites I just have to worry about my already in place production and trying to get the resources over to it, hang on maybe if I lower the amount of explosives I could-.

(Sounds of screaming in the distance followed by a cacophony of demonic screeching and the drone of rapid-fire heavy-caliber machine guns)

What the hell? I'll be right back.

Audio log end

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Artairus precedes to get up off of his stool and leave his 'workshop'. He calls a transport over to
him, as he waits for it, he looks over the large factory that is his home. with its towering spires of
iron and rock, large lakes and rivers of magma that made the natural beauty of the cavern. The dozens of cranes, trains, drones, and trucks
zooming to and fro bringing resources to the required destinations within the factory, formed a almost living contrast to the great cavern walls. Dozens if not hundreds of defensive turrets and emplacements lit up their surroundings alongside spotlights on the buildings and vehicles. The combination of natural and artificial light bathed the cavern in a subtle red light that seemed to be coming from everywhere as the cavern reflected the glow. And this was but one of a dozen caverns.

The truck soon drives up on a nearby road, and Artairus proceeds to grab onto an infantry rack. As he looks over the hulking beast of a transport its large rotund, and rather bulbous, cab large enough to fit a bed in as well as a couple small essentials, and the large 12 foot bed big enough to carry most any supplies one could need. taking note that it's front right tire is in need of a change, he heads off in the direction of gunfire.

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[Target acquired...
location: Delta 3...
Error: Target profile identified as friendly unit… query: proceed with elimination of target?]

[ negative, sister unit. priority targets {designate: bugs} have been identified as giving Pursuit to your identified Targets in Delta 3]

[ query: possibility of priority Target {designate: bugs} deriving some way to mimic friendly units]

[ statement: negative, possibility for such happenstance below threshold of 0.00000 repeating]

[ statement: contacting Big Brother units to intercept
Contacting…
Contacting…
Connection established, relaying priority Target information... updating IFF.exe… transmitting targeting data…. done, all systems nominal… proceeding with priority Target {designate: bugs} elimination]

[ transmission received and processed, all Targets identified Big Brother units en-route, ETA 3 mins. statement: about damn time. your brothers and I were getting hungry for some bloodshed]

[Exasperated statement: boys]

[Alert!: Creator unit {father} has taken to the field, destination: Delta 3, ETA 3.6 minutes]

[Acknowledged. proceeding with priority Target {designate: bugs} elimination. statement: rip and tear until it is done]

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"What the buck are these things!?!?" Yelled cliff our expedition leader

"No idea! Just kill them!" Lily our biologist, yelled

One of our number, Jacks, if I remember right, he charged the insectile thing and tried to stab the sword between its plates of chitin, only for the sword to break, and him to get eaten. Messily, there were body parts and guts everywhere.

"Oh my gods, it ate jacks!" I heard somebat scream behind me 'ow'

"Run away!!" Cliff yelled and the rest of us, those who still live anyway, did just that, run

As we ran I spotted something up ahead, It looks like a wall, there must be ruins down here, we can hide in them! " guys! (cough cough) Up ahead! It looks like some ruins!" 'Is it just me or is it getting harder to breathe?'

"I see them too!" Lily said

"Let's hope it's not these things home." Oh cliff ever the pessimist

'Somethings moving on the wall?' [Beep beep, click-whir-TBRRRRRRRRRRRR]

"HOLY! I DON'T THINK THE WALLS SAFE!"

[BOOM BOOM BO-BO-BO-BOOOM] ' that came from behind!' I looked back over my shoulder, expecting more of the things on the wall, only to find the giant bugs being destroyed by large streaks of red light

'It's getting very hard to breathe.' I thought as I kept running towards the wall, and odd magic weapons, I only got so far before I collapsed, 'w-what's happening? Why can't I breathe!?'

I saw my fellow bat pony's fall to the ground around me, I think this is the end, giant bugs to the rear, unknown magical weapons to the front, 'I'm losing feeling in my limbs, is that the light of heaven I see?'

As The shadow crept up from the corner of my eyes, I saw a bright light heading towards us, then I felt something picking me up, and something wrapped around my head, I don't know what's going on anymore. sleep, sleep sounds like a good idea

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