ISX-D232 Logs: Colonel William Nester

System log ISX-D232


Enter Command: ‘Reset’


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System Message: ‘Critical Damage to ISX-D232. Command Options Limited.’

1. Shutdown (Recommended)

2. Console Controls

3. Audio Playback

4. Delete All Records


Enter Command: ‘3’


System Message: ‘Select’

1. Colonel William Nester

2. Captain Rafael Bartoza

3. Sergeant Major Rosalie Gregors

4. Staff Sergeant Jonathan Aspens

5. Sergeant Natalie Jeffries

6. Sergeant Angel Mendoza

7. Corporal Jessie Sands

8. Corporal Steven Schaefer

9. Corporal Margaret Owens

10. Private First Class Anthony Brown

11. Private David Snee

12. Alfred Bartlet, phD


Enter Command: ‘1’


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System Message: ‘Select’

1. October 12, 2375

2. October 19, 2375

3. October 31, 2375


Enter Command: ‘1’


[Colonel Nester]: [Inaudible]….[Static]….[Inaudible]…This thing working?


[Unidentified Voice 1]: Yes sir, just speak naturally. The mic will pick up your voice.


[Colonel Nester]: Right. Ok then. This is the pre-launch recordings of Colonel William Nester, Commander of the ISX-D232 deep space vessel. Per command orders, I’ll be making some occasional notes here. We….[Static]


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[Colonel Nester]: [Static]…SEARGENT! What’s going on with this damn mic?!


[Unidentified Voice 1]: Sir, Dr. Bartlet’s device is causing interference. He’s most likely running some preliminary checks.


[Colonel Nester]: Christ…of all the eggheads they had to stick me with [Grunting noises]. [Audible sigh] Per Command’s orders, I’ll be recording some notes throughout this journey. The ISX-D232 is a deep space reconnaissance vessel. Our charge is to find suitable locations for future resource acquisitions and hightail it home before the portal collapses in on itself. This will be my fifth reconnaissance mission. Crew here is mostly new to deep space voyages, so Command wants them logging audio diaries every so often for Captain Bartoza to analyze. We can’t afford one of the crew snapping on a mission like this. Deep space travel can be…psychologically straining. Get’s tough on the mind knowing you’ve jumped that far out-


[Unidentified Voice 2]: Colonel! It is an honor to meet you. Where should I set up my bunk?


[Unidentified Voice 1]: Belay the small talk private! You speak to the Colonel when summoned!


[Colonel Nester]: Sergeant, I appreciate the tenacity, but there’s no need. We all need to trust one another. What’s your name private?


[Unidentified Voice 2] : David…er…Private Snee, Sir!


[Colonel Nester]: Welcome aboard the ISX private. Where are you from?


[Private Snee]: Sector twelve, sir!


[Colonel Nester]: Twelve, eh? I grew up there myself. Takes a tough son-of-a-bitch to get out of there in one piece. You just finished basic, right?


[Private Snee]: Six weeks out, sir!


[Colonel Nester]: Son, I looked over your file. Your performance in basic was

remarkable. Your DI personally called me to recommend you for this mission. We don’t usually bring green Marines on these deep space runs. I trust you won’t let me down?


[Private Snee]: Absolutely not, sir!


[Colonel Nester]: Good…Corporal Jeffries!


[Corporal Jeffries]: [muffled]…Yes sir!


[Colonel Nester]: Escort Private Snee to his quarters. Show him the ropes.


[Corporal Jeffries]: Aye sir!


[Colonel Nester]: Ok…where was I….[Inaudible mumbling]….ah, yes…We need to ensure crew moral stays high. The voyage should only be a couple days…well…for us. The time dilation...[Audible sigh]…I don’t need to get into all that. Let the eggheads worry about that crap. My job is to steer the ship, complete the mission, and ensure my crew is safe. Roster count shows twelve crew members including myself. We’re set to launch in the next….[Static]….[Inaudible]….[Static]


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[Colonel Nester]: [Static]…God Damnit! Can somebody tell Bartlet to cut the God damn tests for a few minutes! [Angered grunt] This is Colonel Nester signing off. Pretty clear we aren’t getting any god damn work done for a while [Audible sigh].


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System Message: ‘Select’

1. October 12, 2375

2. October 19, 2375

3. October 31, 2375


Enter Command: ‘2’


[Colonel Nester]: This is Colonel William Nester. We’re three days post jump. [Extended sigh]…[Inaudible mumbling]..We..uh…something went wrong. Bartlet’s device…it was supposed to hold the portal home open. We don’t know what the hell happened, but as soon as we passed through, but the portal collapsed. Of course, Bartlet didn’t know a god damn thing….worthless egghead. Surprisingly, the crew’s spirits are still high. I’ve informed them that Bartlet is working on a solution and that we must continue our mission.


[Sipping noise]…ahh…I always keep a stash of bourbon on hand for these moments. Only the egghead and I know for now, but there is no going back. Deep space jumps are…immensely complicated. It’s not a simple matter of distance. It’s distance and time. The eggheads call it Quantum Shredding. There is no way to travel faster than the speed of light. I have no clue how it works, but I know what it does. In order to jump vast distances, you also have to jump vast amounts of time. We’re three hundred and twelve light years away from home base…which means we are three hundred and twelve years away from where we started.


[Sipping noise]…Christ…I’m afraid I’m leading a suicide mission. The only way to travel back to our time is through the same god damn portal. It’s why it is so vital to keep the fucking thing open. Ripping a new hole is only going to jump us further forward in time. God knows if the Orbital Earth Colonies will even be there anymore. We have enough supplies to keep us going for about a week. This vessel was never meant for extended duty. All I can do now is keep the crew in line…and hope for the best. This is Colonel William Nester signing out...[Static]


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System Message: ‘Select’

1. October 12, 2375

2. October 19, 2375

3. October 31, 2375


Enter Command: ‘3’


[Colonel Nester]: [Static]….[Loud banging noises]…[Unintelligible shouting]…[Audible sigh]…I don’t even know why I’m doing these recordings anymore. The crew’s turned on me. I’m locked in my cabin. It’s a matter of time now. Took less than a week for some of them to crack. Jesus…[Heavy Breathing]…some of them just went completely fucking savage. Poor Mendoza….He was awake through the whole fucking thing. I’ve never heard a man scream like that before.


[Unidentified Voice]: [Muffled Shouting]… OPEN UP COLONEL! WE CAN MAKE IT QUICK!


[Colonel Nester]: Where is that bottle? [Rooting noises]…There we go…[Gulping noises]...ahhhh. If I’m gonna die, I’m sure not going out sober.


[Unidentified Voice]: COME ON COLONEL! WE’RE GETTING HUNGRY OUT HERE!


[Colonel Nester]: Fuck you Aspens! [Gulping noises]…[Clicking Noises]. Fucking Bartlet and Bartoza went missing a few days after the jump. Just abandoned their posts…and left me to explain everything.


[Staff Sergeant Aspens]: [Loud banging]….COLONEL! We got the torch! You can make this so much easier on yourself!


[Colonel Nester]: [Sigh]…sick bastards. Fucking cannibals. I should have paid more attention to Aspen's psych records. [Gulping Noises]…[Welding Noises]…[Deep Sigh]…Well, looks like this will be my final recording. Lord knows, I tried my best. May God have mercy on our souls. I’m not letting them do to me what they did to Mendoza.


[Cocking Noise]….[Gunshot]….[Welding Noises]….[ Welding Noises]….[Welding Noises]...[Loud Banging]


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