Diary of a Cereberus Nemesis:
Arrival - Day 0:
This is it. I'm here. I'm not sure this is the right idea, but I can't stand it anymore. I can't stand by while the galaxy burns. My hand was trembling as I signed up, I could barely hold the stylus as I scribbled my name. The guy behind the counter was creepy, something about him didn't look right. He had this smile, an empty smile. Maybe he's just stressed, I would be too with these giant things trying to wipe us all out. I've only seen the vid streams on the extranet.
The recruiter said we could help, even without training, that they'd take care of all that. They've got these really great programs, and the best equipment. I even like the design on the shuttles, white and black with this gold design. Apparently this 'Cerberus' is like a militia, fighting right along side the Alliance.
Settling In - Day 3:
Wow. I've been so busy lately, I haven't had time to write in here. The last few days have been a blur, we've all been tested for our aptitude and what we're best with. I got picked for my excellent eyesight and hand-eye coordination. They said I'll make a great sniper! I'm kind of excited actually. They showed me what my equipment would look like, and its so sleek and form fitting. Jack would love to see me in this. Maybe I can send this to him, let him know I'm doing okay.
Basic Training - Day 6:
They've certainly not pulled any punches with this training stuff. I'm exhausted, barely have any energy to write. I'm in a training barrack with a lot of other women. Apparently we'll all be part of the 'Nemesis' program. I've talked to the other girls and they had a similar experience with joining up. I found out some are Ex-Alliance marines, discharged for whatever reason. I'm not sure how I feel about them, but I guess it can't hurt to have some experience already.
Sniping 101 - Day 9:
I haven't been sleeping well, the training has been so tough. I don't know how I can keep going. Still, I don't doubt it anymore, their methods are perfect. I'd swear sometimes I'm not even fully aware of what I'm doing. I've been getting used to shooting my Raptor rifle. The modification it has produces this really obvious red dot to help me aim, but when I hit something it sure feels it. I miss Jack so much. I wish I could see him. They're really clear about zero communications with the outside world. They don't want the enemy to find us.
Field Excersion - Day 12:
I just got back from my first field exercise. It was crazy, drilling movement formation and tactics, target acquisition and teamwork. I've gotten pretty good at moving quickly between cover and keeping down until its time. The Troopers would advance with the Centurions, laying down suppressing fire and throwing grenades. I'd pop out and pick on targets that were exposed or in cover, trying to keep them in place as the Guardians stroll up and corner them. It was like clockwork. I've been told we'll be moving onto advance tactics soon. I really hope I get to work along side Jack. I know he's an Alliance marine and I'm just a Cerberus Nemesis, but if we're fighting along side them to save the galaxy, maybe I can request to fight along side him. He'd be proud. Proud as I am of him.
Advanced Tactics - Day 15:
Biotics! I've never seen a biotic, or met one, but these Dragoons, they are something else! They are really tough, can take alot of fire, and boy can they move! They've got these lash things which just destroy anything infront of them. I can't wait to see them in action. Good thing I'm a sniper, and so I'm supposed to stay in the back. I don't think I'd want to be that close to these Reaper things. There were these other biotics, women like our Nemesis group, only they were carrying around swords. Swords! That's crazy, but they also had these palm blaster things. The just held their hand out and target dummies just started going down. Apparently they're some kind of special forces for this militia, and they sure made me wonder what I was doing using this slow, clunky sniper rifle. Maybe they aren't accurate at range? I don't know, but I should just have faith they know what's right.
Field Excersion - Day 18:
I'm so tired, the base doctors said that's natural, and they were going to give me something to help me sleep. I don't know how I'm still getting up to train. I'm looking back thru my diary. Wow. Has it been only eighteen days? I feel like I'm ready to fight, and I hear rumors we're going to get deployed soon. I hope I get a good night's sleep before then. I'm starting to lose vision in one eye, but they said its just temporary, part of how the armor interacts with me and the mod on the gun which helps me shoot better. I keep hearing things when I think noone is around. 'Ten minutes'. Ten minutes until what? Other noises, too. They sound odd, like garbled words. I'm starting to think the stress is getting to me. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this.
Deployment - Day 21:
Yesterday, in training, I found out something by accident. My rifle can shoot ALOT faster than I've been shooting it. If I just disable the mod, I can really crank out the shots. I was told not to disable it again, but I can't help but think it'll come in handy at somepoint. I finally got some sleep last night, but when I woke up, I felt weird. Get a grip, Jill! I wouldn't want to come this far and not make it! I'm sure they'll let me serve with Jack. I'll be so happy to see him again. I can still remember our wedding day...I just can't seem to find my ring. One of the girls has a husband named Jack, too! So weird. Shuttle's here, we're supposed to go back up a group already engaged on Earth, somewhere in Vancouver. This is it. Jack, I love you.
First Contact - Day 21, Hour 0:
Four. There are just four of them. Four enemies! I'd have thought there'd be more...I guess they didn't need more than four. We arrived and spread out...but the bodies...there were so many bodies. Cereberus Troopers and Centurions...they were everywhere. Most of them didn't have heads. What kind of monsters?! We're fighting aliens that've been 'indoctrinated' by the Reapers. Apparently there's a human with them, too. I caught sight of them as we advanced. They are all wrong, they look all wrong. Twisted and distorted, like the Reapers did something to them. There was a turian, I think. I couldn't see him very well, he kept disappearing from view. The human was just mowing people down, throwing around grenades and massacring our forces with his assault rifle. I'm gonna put a bullet right between his eyes! I think there was a quarian, too. We're advancing slowly, and waiting right now for the recon waves to get finished.
First Blood - Day 21, Hour 1:
We did what we were trained to do. Our training didn't help. We advanced, I moved up slowly while the others kept going. Smoke screens went up, they started pouring on the fire and moving forward. It didn't do any good. I finally saw the fourth one. It was a geth. This big massive machine. It just...it just wouldn't die. Grenades, gun fire, I even shot it twice! It just wouldn't go down.
I watched it...I can still see it when I close my eyes. It picked up one of the other girls and just...sucked the life out of her. I could hear her death gurgles before it discarded her like a husk. I was lining up a shot on that human, he didn't even know I was there, and then suddenly my shields shorted out! I panicked and blind fired as I repositioned, and a Guardian near me just lost his head! I turned to look and that Turian was holding this really big assault rifle, it shot straight thru his shields like it wasn't even there! I mean...what's the point of carrying this big slow shield if they can just shoot thru it?
We were losing people fast. Real fast. My shields came back up as I kept scurrying around. I didn't feel safe in any of the covers, especially when I went to shoot my gun and it jammed. The thermal clip popped out and nearly burnt a hole in me. If it weren't for my shields... I popped in a fresh thermal and went to shoot when that big, scary Geth pointed at me. My shields hadn't quite recharged, and I knew better, but he just fired this massive pulse. I don't know what happened after that. I think I went over the side of the building, it hit me like a truck! I barely managed to catch myself and drop into a vent. I've been crawling around for almost an hour now, and I've stopped because I'm cramping up. I think I'm good now, I should see if I can get back up there and rejoin my unit.
Vents - Day 21, Hour 3.
Curse these vents! They're like a maze. I didn't get a layout on the building since everything was supposed to happen on the roof, so I can't figure out how to get up there. I've seen a few ways up, but their sheer drops, and this sniper rifle is getting caught around corners. Its hot in here, too. I've stopped for a break and I decided to write in here. I keep hearing that voice again, "Ten minutes". I don't know what it means. Its echoing around the vents with me. Maybe one of the other girls got into the vents, too? I've got to keep moving. I can hear more explosions and the steady 'thump thump thump' of that giant robot killing more Cerberus troops. The Reapers sure know how to make fighting forces.
Daylight - Day 21, Hour 5.
I finally made it top side...but I don't think I should go out. There's noone from my unit left. They're all dead. Right now those four Reaper thralls are just running around, scavanging thermals and grenades. That big machine is...I don't know...talking to the quarian? I can finally get a good look at her now. Her suit is form fitting, like mine. I wonder what they did to her, and why she's still wearing that? The Reapers could probably make them not need those, right? Maybe they left them on as to make them infiltrate better. Oh god, the Migrant Fleet could be in so much danger. She's got to die! If I could only send a message to warn them. I could send this to Jack. How did I get into this? I just wanted to see Jack again.
Recon - Day 21, Hour 6.
I've got the hang of these vents, and I can move around the battlefield and watch them. I don't think I'll make much of a difference right now considering what they are throwing at these Reapers, but at least I can gather intel, maybe warn the troops. I'm not taking any shots until I think I can make it count, otherwise I'll just die. That big machine thinks its so awesome, well Cerberus has its own big machines! I saw an Atlas once in training, feels like so long ago, and they can put out some serious hurt. I can't wait to watch that big thing crumple when it eats a rocket and a bunch of slugs! That quarian is even more dangerous than I thought. She can become invisible and can make our turrets work against us. I watched an engineer set one up, only to have her pop out of cloak and make it gun him down. I was so tempted to shoot her, right then and there.
Payback - Day 21, Hour 8.
I've had to keep moving since it seems like everything these Reapers are shooting penetrates cover. I nearly got hit when the vent I was in took alot of fire. At least I got the satisfaction of watching that quarian get gunned down by a Centurion while a Dragoon had her pinned in a corner. That human rushed to her aid, though, and she was back up in a heartbeat. She's got a sniper rifle, too, but its different than mine. I don't know how she's carrying that big, black thing. I wish I had a picture of the smile on my face when I saw the Atlas units descend. Two of them started drilling that geth, but then that quarian popped out and made them shoot at each other. It didn't last though, and then they got around that geth and started smashing it with their fists. I was so sure it'd just crumple...but it kept pulling energy right out of their eezo cores and sustaining itself. It just stood there while they beat on it. It didn't take long for the two aliens to just take them apart. I really hope those Phantoms, the ones with the swords, stab them both.
Last Entry - Day 21, Hour 10.
My mask took a hit and I removed it to inspect the damage. I was told not to do that. I did it anyway. I happened to look at a reflective surface. My face...its...all wrong. My one eye is...covered. There's implants. What did they do to me? Oh Jack...Jack please. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I figured out where those strange words were coming from. Me. I've been saying them. I didn't even know it. I don't know what to make of all this. It hurts to think about it. I can't focus, its like my head is swimming even while I'm writing this. I need to put the mask back on. I needed to. I can think with it on. Everything makes sense again. I need to get out there and kill that quarian, kill that human. Save humanity.
They are all counting on me.
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Log Entry - Alliance Soldier - Day 215
Man, Vancouver was a wreck. Shuttle ride back was boring as usual. All the action comes at the end. I'd swear this one sniper had it out for me. Everytime I see one of them, they remind me of Jill. Man I miss her. I never got a chance to propose. I hope they start letting us send and recieve personal messages soon. It's only been a month, but I bet she's worried. Noi'ra tells me that she can get a message out if I really need too, and I'm considering it. Says the Migrant Fleet can relay it. I think the Geth offered to help, too. Nice enough once you get past the emotionless machine thing. I gave that stupid sniper a parting gift as I made it to the shuttle. Grenade right at her feet. Jill would've been proud of that throw.
I really miss her.
Modifié par Nydus Templar, 04 avril 2013 - 03:09 .
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