| In all efforts to close trade and production routes from IC's main base, they have built up their forces again. A new type of engineered "goliath" machine that walks on two legs, and shoots missles, I might add, has been roaming the gnereators and crippled core of IC's underground base. I, with all do respect to them, of course, haha, managed, with the help of RACHEL and my sister, Aramina, to destory the tunnels leading to the planet's surface. THis will stop most outgoing IC products that could further their growth. I also have found out, that their main power reactor can only be killed by itself. That is, unless its own defenses hit the core. This would be a dangerously hard manuever to perform, considering the core's laser defense system and how strong it currently is. We also know of another IC base, this one smaller, at the northern polar ice cap of the planet. We do not know of its EXACT location, but renegade helicopters are keeping close surveillance. Quenton has been abandoned once and for all, for the destruction of the IC satellite that Damorin was trying to control, was destroyed. Unfortunately, the city, and its inhabitants were washed away in a sea of blood... Wrathol, who seems to be a nuetral subject in this matter, is keeping his status mysterious. More later, Raayiamath Centu Out. |
| ***** Memo from Intern Triss Idala-Chehenah to Psychiatrist-Doctor Suramin Tekke-Andura Maintenance of main ventalation tube from captive subject 998's holding room to lower cross-shape testing levels is required. Large amounts of stress have been applied to the duct. It is possible 998 has been travelling through the duct to the lower levels. The cross-shape subjects are putting up more resistance than usual. The duct will be fixed. Perhaps 998's implant should be kept active during her free hours. Note: 998 is a cause of trouble. Although she is the highest, most advanced creation of ours that has not been exterminated, the implants of the rest of 990 series function properly. All have been terminated except for 996 and 997. These two should be located, as they were also in the stolen batch of embryos. **** |
| ***Begining of computer protocol*** ~the screen shimmers and she appears on screen, looking like she's in a hurry, holding a data disk in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.~ Klash, The I.C. have sensed hackers in their computers. Three to be exact. I'm sure there is someone else unknown to us hacking through the files. Better lay low for a while. Also they are moving the experimentation room and changing all protocols. It's going to be doubly hard to get into the system now. Also I think I've decoded the message on the wall. I have accesed my creator's computer file's. Her mother used to tell her of a renegade warrior. A warrior of unmatched skill. The word "Goddess" may have something to do with a shrine I heard of. I am not sure of it's location, but I know of someone with ties to it. It might be on Earth. The one who trained me once spoke of a cat-like creature which he said was much like myself. Only he said she wore leopard skin, had a lion's head, and weilded a spear. My data read-out's show one possible location on Earth. The carving is still a mistery to me, but when I decode more of the files I will report back. I must go before this secured communication's port is breached. Freeze, logging off. ~quickly salutes, the screen shimmers out~ ****end of communications protocol**** |
| The IC have figured out that there are spys amongst them. Warn the others to be wary, and not to do anything drastic for the time being. They are watching us. Closly. I fear that they are no longer after just experiments, but normal people too. ~ Teri. Z. |
| Information is still unfounded. Been unable to hack through the final barrer without the programming that was stolen. Will work on finding Quae. Nothing to report. * Klash. |
| Princess, The inner core is conducting a new type of experiment. They shall try and recapture all who they created and experimented on to try mind control. Not only that but 908 is their prime subject. If they control him, Tano is lost forever. Alert all experiments of this disaster, being that if they are ever captured they shall become mindless slaves. I have been able to infiltrate the Inner Core as Atkina. I said that I am going to continue the research my "mother" started. They can't check my backround, thus they had to use me. I am able to find out quiet abit, but the depth of this control is unknowen. I shall try to find out more, alert all the others. ~Teri. Z. |
| At one point of time, I worked for the InnerCore. They are ruthless. Without morals. Much like myself at that point. I eventually changed, and left the IC. Too bad for me, they never break the bond with that ease. Under orders, I too was worked on. Though not one of the thousand, I too, am a victim. Created before the thousand. I am the Lost One. Pray to your "Goddess" that I may never be truly found out. Pray to your "God", that the Truth will never be told. Pray, that that my life will soon end. |
| I have proof that an IC base has been eshtablished on Earth. It is somewhere below the ocean of Anartica. I do not know the exact location. Time is running out. The IC must be stopped before there powers grow too far to be stopped. Hurry! Time is not an option anymore, they must be stopped NOW! ~Message from unknowen Spy. |
| "Found at the entrance to Odin's Burrow, a note, which was left by Wrathol, dying of fourteen shots to the chest, who hobbled away and died in a creek.:" |
| To Raay and Aramina, |
| Brotherly love never lasts long...neither do brothers. |
| Wrathol (signed in blood) |
| *** |
| ~the screen shimers on, soliders screams are heard~ ~a young felidae appears on the screen, there is a bloody gash under one eye, she salutes as a violent blast shakes the ship~ mayday mayday my name is sergent Lukayaa Atratee, and i am aboard the spaceship Blackstar9908, my mission: to gatter data on other races in our system, my post: commander of this ship. your highness we are despretly in need of help. the I.C. has discovered us and have decided to interfear with our mission to gain possible allies. we need another fleet dispatched to save us. my crew cannot stand this any longer ~sounds of were hit were hit, mayday mayday, and lasers blasting are heard in the backround as well as screams of soliders~ we have taken 80% causulties, lost all other ships in our fleet, and are running out of suplies.please send us some back up ~moans, grabing her right arm which is soaked with blood) we despertly need your help ~sddenly the transmission gets cut off and is replaced by an ic logo~ |