>>6050998“If you believe that the corp did it, more or less. Could have been a new inhabitant that used the world as a safe place for the experiments. Maybe it was the corps doing and the work continued even after they pulled out. Maybe the corp is still actually present here, clandestinely supporting the experiments. I don’t know.”
“Can we find them ? The people, I mean.”
“I doubt I can help on this front.” Kealan shakes his head. “At best, with the genetics at my disposal, I could make a disease targeting those with such a genetic frequency. Might be a mercy at this point.”
“Could this deal with the tunnel dogs ?”
“It could. I could work on other sequences as well. Seeing as how they are in tunnels, or at least we can presume so, it would be easy to fill them up with the disease.”
“How expensive would that be ?”
“Not a whole lot, but it would take time, and we would need to ensure that the tunnels are wholly flooded, a good chunk of the militia would need to be deployed for this.”
“Alright, look into it for now. And…this stays between us.”
“Understood, sir.”
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<span class="mu-i">Log: David Hardrada
Date: year 9 month 2 day 5 since arrival
Title: Lab and clubs
Zack’s a miracle worker and Garrick is a stubborn mule, but when he sees a good idea, he goes with it. Just like the hospital, the lab was outdated, this time however, most of the equipment had decreased both in size and complexity and Garrick went to Zack before starting to build. This has resulted in the projected costs <span class="mu-g">decreasing by 1 standard common material unit and it took around half a month to build the structure.</span>
As for the cultural clubs, the shooting range took off without a hitch. The school gym was opened for afterhours usage for the colonists which resulted in various fitness clubs forming. As for the book clubs, well, those exist. Sort of. They’ve really become an excuse to gather once a week and drink for most people. So, the situation of restlessness has improved at the cost of muscle pains and potential liver failures.
Signing off, David Hardrada.</span>
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You finish writing up another log, a good means of tracking your time here. Nearly a decade. A decade of struggle and work. The few colonies that make it that far are almost assured to grow into proper nations. You just have to make sure not to trip up before the finish line.
Unfortunately for you, the tablet next to you begins to beep with a pre-set warning signal. You had set up this signal the last time unknown people had threatened your home.
“David.”
“Sir.” A comm centre officer’s voice quickly comes through. “Three contacts detected.”
“Understood. Where is Dragan ?”
“Currently in the process of delivery, sir. He is out of position.”
