[EMERGENCY S.O.S. BEACON INTERCEPTED - SCOURCE: HĴALMAR STRONGHOLD]
[CIVILIAN CARGO-FREIGHTER - "LYUTEN'S COMPASS" ATTENDING SCENE]
[POOR ATMOSPHERIC CONDITIONS RENDERING VISUAL FEEDS NONFUNCTIONAL]

[BLACK BOX LOG MANIFEST]
[CO: ANDREW WALTHERS] [AN.W]
[XO: MARKUS FRING] [MA.F]
[AUTOMATON SECURITY: x6 LHW "RAUMM" Model Skell Automatons] [Sk.1-6]

//BLACK BOX STATUS: RECORDING...
MA.F: "Atmospheric masks are good, we can move."
AN.W: "Skells one through three, on my right, Skells four through six, on Markus's Left. Skells two and five, take group point. Cover as much ground as possible. Engage Six-Front link."
Sk.1-6: [Acknowledged.]
[...]
MA.F: "This place is a slag-heap... What the hell happened here..."
AN.W: "Whatever happened here, there's more of those Biomechanical Xenos -the Vollons- that the Lilim Foundation's been talking about... My two O-Clock. Look at that..."
MA.F: "Fuck me... That thing is hard to look at... Is that thing alive?"
AN.W: "Sk1, put a round in that thing."
Sk.1 [Echo.] *SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT*
[...]
AN.W: "Move along... Nothing appears to be alive here... Keep your weapons at the ready, though."
[...]
Sk.2&5: [Faint vital signs detected within proximity. 19.9 meters, 346°.]
AN.W: "Everybody stop."
[Multiple ceasing step-echoes]
AN.W: "Two, Five, Clear the hole. See what's alive out there. Do not engage lethal force unless nesseceary. One, Two, Four, Six, Form up around me and XO."
Sk.1-6: [Echo. Moving.]
[Metallic footsteps shuffling about]
MA.F: "Think it's a Vollon?"
AN.W: "We're going to find out... 
[Multiple weapons ready]
AN.W: "Two. Five. Report!"
Sk.2&5: [Vital signs confirm non-Vollon. Error: Visual receptors blocked by Memetic Filter originating from target source.]
AN.W: "That's a Goddamend Foundation member! XO- Help me get him up!"
MA.F: "Copy that! -Skells! Form a perimeter ring around Myself and CO!"
Sk.1-6: [Echo, Moving.]
[Mixed hurried footsteps]
MA.F: "Oh my god... How is this guy alive...?! Half his body is just- burned away-"
AN.W: "Nevermind that! Help me get this rubble off the guy!"
[Grunting, Concrete rubble shifting, Rocks & Sand shifting, Metal scrap clanging]
AN.W: "Come on Markus- help me move him up! Three- Two- One!"
[Both Exerting]
???: *Coughing, gagging*
MA.F: "Hey- hey! Come on man- Take it slow- Here, water for you. Easy-"
???: *Water bottle crinkling up* *Swallowing / Coughing*
AN.W: "You're hurt, just sit tight- Skells Five and Six! Get a stretcher! Double time!!"
Sk.5&6: [Echo, Moving.]
[Vanishing / Hurried Footsteps]
???: "How- Long..." *coughing*
AN.W: "Hey- Hey- Save your breath, you've been buried under rubble-"
???: "How- long- the *cough* S.O.S..."
MA.F: "Twelve hours, sixteen minutes- Take it easy, friend, you're safe."
???: *Pained groan* "The evac- The Vollons- *Cough* [Shifting]
AN.W: "Woah woah- Hold on there friend- We've got a stretcher coming- Take it easy for now."
MA.F: "Evac...? Was this was the Lilim Stronghold that was evacuated yesterday-"
???: "How- many shuttles- *cough* made it?"
[Approaching / Hurried footsteps]
[Sk.2&4 turn to the source]
Sk.1-6: [Stretcher approaching.]
AN.W: "Hey, what's your name? Do you remember your name?"
???: "...L.F.S. *Coughing, hacking* R.Y.Q-322..."