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[LF/UR Cohort Field Survey Log #162]
[Ushott III, 50 Clicks West of Pioneering site Bravo].
[17:42/22:00 UTC]
 Team Layout:
-Lead: Gus Jr. [GJR]
-Medic: Iyana V. [IYA]
-Tech: Dillan R. [DIL]
-Heavy: Rishi P. [RSH]
 [Audio Log Playing...]
 IYA: "Hey, Movement. On the right... 290."
GJR: "Looking... I see it. It's just another Axehead- Rishi! Don't shoot it for crying out loud!"
RSH: "You're no fun, you know that?"
DIL: "Save your ammo, Rishi. I doubt you'll be using that... thing, you're lugging around for more than a single rotation."
RSH: "It's a Ninefist. And by God, I'll keep this baby in operational condition as long as I'm alive."
IYA: "What's it even do?? It just looks like a bunch of pipes... but glued together!"
RSH: "It shoots unguided rockets."
GJR: "Hey, Pipe down over there. There's another one of those... tall things."
DIL: "Strider Behemoth?"
GJR: "Yeah, that. It's... carrying something on it's back. Looks like a platform?"
IYA: "He's got friends. Two of your cousins are ahead of him by about fifty yards..."
RSH: "More damned Bloodies. Why don't we just kill them?"
DIL: "We need to find out where they are coming from, or where they are going. Order doesn't matter."
IYA: "These things are hard to look at, Junior. Who even made them?"
GJR: "My old lady. Technically."
IYA: "Your mother?? ...why?"
RSH: "We needed cannon fodder during our old wars. I guess they were the best option. When we got here we sent the legion of them down first. I guess they found something that took over their brains."
GJR: "Or it found them... -Shit!"
DIL: "Did you just get us spotted?!"
RSH: "I sure hope he did! Gives me an excuse to blow that Strider up!"
IYA: "Looks like you're getting your wish, Rishi. One of the "Bloodies" is coming up here."
GJR: "Dillan, how's that active camo stuff work?"
DIL: "It's charging, but we need to hook ourselves to it with these cables before activation. Otherwise it'll cloak itself and not us."
IYA: "Hey! Fifty yards, direct front! Gus!?"
GJR: "I see him! I see him!"
[Gunshot]
IYA: "Unless those "Bloodies" can live without a chest cavity- He's definitely dead!"
GJR: "Where's his buddy!?"
[Gaussblade Revving] [Screaming]
RSH: "I GOT 'EM! HAHA! CAN'T SNEAK UP ON ME, TRAITOR!"
IYA: "Oh man I'm gonna be sick looking at that..."
DIL: "Strider sees us! He's on his way! Camo is charged!"
GJR: "Everyone hook up the the cloaker! -Rishi! When he's on us, hit him with the fist!"
[Metallic Clicking] [Electrical Humming]
IYA: <"Holy shit that thing is huge...">
GJR: <"Rishi... Any time now...">
RSH: <"Rocket spread is crazy with this thing... I just need ten more yards...">
DIL: <"Fucking finless rockets!? -Where did Gus go??">
GJR: "HEY UGLY! WHERE'D YOU GET THAT FACE OF YOURS? THE RETAIL STORE!?"
[Roaring] [Gunshot] [Stomping] [Gunshot]
RSH: <"You guys will want to face away from the big guy, I'm gonna blow him up."> [*Click*] "HEY BIG GUY! YOU LIKE ROCKETS!?"
[Confused grunt] [Stomp]
RSH: "BACKBLAST CLEAR!!"
DIL: "IYANA GET DOWN!"
[Thudding] [Solid-booster ignitions] [Cascading explosions] [Crashing] [Popping, Squelching]
IYA: "Oh Haka... This is not going to taste good..." [Retching]
RSH: "Medic lost her lunch! ...Oh damn that's nasty looking, what did you eat? -actually, don't tell me. I don't wanna know."
GJR: "I never understood why someone so squeamish was a field-medic."
IYA: "I'm used to having a rebreather on... The smell..." [Gagging]
DIL: "Well. I guess that's our survey done in advance, that was the only strider for fifty clicks. And I for one, am not walking that far for another encounter."
[Radio clicks]
GJR: "K6-Junction, this is Survey team Blue Ribbon... Strider Behemoth target is cooked. Requesting extraction along Railway line... Ninety-Four, at Marker E-5-2. Over."
[*Radio Static*]
GJR: "K6-Junction do you read?"
[*Radio Static*]
RSH: "Hey Dillan, remember how you said you didn't want to walk fifty clicks?"
DIL: "I swear to God I will sew your mouth shut..."
GJR: "K6-Junction can you hear me?"
[*Radio Static*]
GJR: "Welp, we're walking home folks."
IYA: "Yaaay... Kill me..."