The Travis Hicks Diaries

Entries 11 Through 15

TO: COLONEL EMERY

FROM: WEYLAND/YUTANI FRONT OFFICE

SUBJECT: IN RESPONSE TO YOUR DISCOVERY ON LV-212

THE PATIENT IS TO BE KEPT IN ISOLATION FOR NOW, UNTIL A MEDICAL TEAM CAN ARRIVE TO FURTHER ASSESS THE SITUATION. EXPECT THEIR ARRIVAL TO HAPPEN WITHIN THE NEXT 48 HOURS. IN THE EVENT THAT ANYTHING CHANGES IN THE PATIENT'S STATUS BEFORE THAT TIME, IT IS TO BE KEPT ON A NEED-TO-KNOW BASIS ONLY. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO NEUTRALIZE THE XENOMORPH YOURSELF, UNTIL EXPRESS PERMISSION TO IS GIVEN DIRECTLY FROM THE FRONT OFFICE. NO ONE ELSE HAS THE AUTHORITY TO MAKE THE FINAL DECISION ON THIS MATTER.

Entry #11:

May 1st, 2194

Giger Mobile Space Complex

LV-212

To say that things around here are tipping the shit-scale lately would be the same as calling the climate on this hostile rock in the middle of nowhere, nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The entire unit that found the survivor have all been put into quarantine by orders of the Colonel himself and it's made rumors run rampant that they brought something horrible with them back here that they weren't supposed to. As of right now, they've closed down the entire med-bay to keep them separated from the rest of us, along with all of the medical personnel we have on site here. Not that we saw all that much of them on a daily basis, but every little bit helps to fuel the paranoia, that's becoming almost like a religion around here lately.

As for the twenty soldiers, who gave themselves up, it's our job to make sure that they don't attempt to make a run for it, though even if they managed to escape, it would only be to die in the desert instead of in here. One of them, a Japanese woman, keeps speaking in tongues in her own language about a demon, that will come to kill all of us. She's clearly lost her mind and I've met enough victims, who were traumatized by war to know that they often tend to imagine things that aren't there, even long after their initial ordeal is over. That said, coupling her ramblings up with what we saw at the Syndicate base makes for a frightening cocktail, to say the least.

(Updated, later that same day)

As if things weren't weird enough, we've now been told to report it to our superior officer immediately, if we see a small Xenomorph crawling around here. It sounds like even those in charge don't have any control over what's going on anymore!

Entry #12:

May 2nd, 2194

Giger Mobile Space Complex

LV-212

I know that it's only been a day since my last entry, but with how quickly things are changing right now, I may have to start writing one each day of these from now on. Late last night, an orbiter arrived with a group of six scientists, who have already started changing the rules here. From now on, everyone is to undergo a daily body scan, for which purpose they refuse to tell us. We are to stay in our own quarters at all times, except for when we're let out for bathroom visits, lunch and dinner and if anyone asks questions why this is the case, they're threatened with arrestation. Not that a jailcell would be all that different from the quarters I share now with Glau, a favor for her that Corporal Biehn managed to push through as a reward for her performance in the boxing tournament. I'm at least glad it's her, I have to talk to and not someone, who barely speaks the same language as me, like it is for half of those here.