Warhammer 40k x Nier: Automata: Guardsman journal entry

Chapter 5: Sea of Sand

Journal log #10

It has been a few hours after I heard that scream or howling from a distance somewhere Northwest from here, so I plan to wait it out so I can scavenge whatever is there. Maybe something I can make to probably help me out more, like a prosthetic power fist of some sort or something like Commissar Yarrick's? But that's not really important right now, what's important is that I might find some good junk to trade or tune some of my gear. Besides, it's not like I'm losing an arm or so in the future.

It's pretty amusing to watch the lil' guy wonder around in my place with my helmet, just getting a bit fond of it not gonna lie but I can't say for sure that it's gonna stay with me for a long while. It's nice to have company but it just keeps saying brother over and over which kinda drove me nuts, I should really teach this guy some basic... err... low gothic..? Fucking I don't know. Maybe I should talk to those guys at that camp that I have been trading with, I can try and ask them how to speak their native language here on this planet, just the basics of it enough for them to understand what I'm trying to say. Better alternatives than playing fucking charades for hours.

But anyways I should be making my way to source of that distant howling assuming the threat there is gone but we'll see if the Emperor have smiled upon me this day since I'm alive to this point I'm honestly grateful, but it doesn't change the fact that there are those bipedal robots with different shapes and sizes, and those unnerving weirdos in black, something's not right with em and I can feel it in my gut.

Well I ain't so sure if it's a good idea to leave the lil guy on his own in my small hideout, could get lonely, and I'm not taking my chance with trusting those people who I currently trade with. So for now, I told it to stay put while I'm away but not sure if I can comeback alive, I can handle it as long as the area I'm in is favourable, like a hiding place and/or safe passageway, but judging by the direction of the howling... it leads to the sandy areas, so I should put on something to combat the heat and bring a couple of bottles of clean water to quench myself, but some of the food I have are dried with salt so that might be an issue where it could dehydrate me faster, so, I should be smart about it while going there. Man, I should've saved a few cans of Corpse Starch and a few ration bars during my time from that assault on those Eldar, well that is in the past so it doesn't matter to me right now.

But because I suspect the area would be sandy since I did scout the way to that area, but those folks that I've been trading with have set up an outpost of sorts there, and you know me, I'd rather keep my distance with those folks, but when it comes to goods, I'm willing to trade. Riding my bike there would get me there faster but the sand would just make things harder for me and kind of a hassle, once I'm there I'll find a place to hide my bike to keep it safe for now while I scavenge whatever remains beyond that point.

Well, there was one person last time I checked but now, there's two, but the same issue is there of course... I can't speak or understand whatever the fuck they're saying. Fuck the language barrier. So I simply point to wherever I'm going, pull up a list of things that I might scavenge though I doubt that they can understand low gothic, and just point to their base of operations. But of course the lady has no idea what I'm talking about and kept saying something in their tongue which of course sounds all gibberish to my ears, as much as I like to stick around with this lady I can not afford to lose daylight and time because I do not want to become paste by those bipedal fucks.

I covered my face with rags and wraps around my head more as I trudged further into the sandy areas, but of course... it's those guys again but somewhat odd looking, I mean those guys looking tall but some are shorter. They have that same look in their eyes, red. I will not take chances on letting my guard down I fired a few shots with my Lasgun right between their eyes having their heads explode along with towering yet harmless looking bodies, man how I miss the sound of my Lasgun firing at something but hearing multiple Lasguns hitting the same target or hordes of enemies... well it's a scary thought but nothing really bad since Cadians can just stare right into the eye of terror, but really I never forget that one individual who lead that accursed black crusade against Cadia, can't say for sure who it is but I remember it being a traitor space marine in black armour with a humongous claw for a hand.