Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 21:43:49 GMT
A collection of IC auido logs recorded by AFCR mission commander James Ander and sent to his sister/CEO Emily.
Time stamp: 20;31, Sunday, March 10th
"Hey sis, it's me, been a hell of a week here." sigh "Why did you do this to me sis? I never wanted this, hell, I never wanted to be your PR rep back on Earth. All I wanted was to be a journalist you know? Write some articles for some newspaper, visit some shithole in Russia, take a few pictures, and stay far away from Dad and his money." ha ha ha "See how well that worked eh?"
"Anyways, we had a talk about our little issue with some folks from Longhorn Ranching, frankly, I don't trust those murdering bastards further than McKliny's boys can shoot them from, but they took the job, so I guess they really are as bad as the rumors say. They're gonna pick up some stuff from us tomorrow and then, deliver, it."
"Damn you Emily, damn you for making me do that to those people........ I'm a good person damn it, I don't deserve this shit." heavy thump "I wanted to help people you know? Never thought I'd be responsible for killing them."
"But of course, you don't care about that, all you care about is profits, and schedules, and your own damn ambitions. Everything else is going just like you planned. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go wake up McKliny, pop open one of his bottles and try to forget the fact that I just wrote off a few dozen lives in the name of your profit margin."
End of message.
Time stamp: 20;31, Sunday, March 10th
"Hey sis, it's me, been a hell of a week here." sigh "Why did you do this to me sis? I never wanted this, hell, I never wanted to be your PR rep back on Earth. All I wanted was to be a journalist you know? Write some articles for some newspaper, visit some shithole in Russia, take a few pictures, and stay far away from Dad and his money." ha ha ha "See how well that worked eh?"
"Anyways, we had a talk about our little issue with some folks from Longhorn Ranching, frankly, I don't trust those murdering bastards further than McKliny's boys can shoot them from, but they took the job, so I guess they really are as bad as the rumors say. They're gonna pick up some stuff from us tomorrow and then, deliver, it."
"Damn you Emily, damn you for making me do that to those people........ I'm a good person damn it, I don't deserve this shit." heavy thump "I wanted to help people you know? Never thought I'd be responsible for killing them."
"But of course, you don't care about that, all you care about is profits, and schedules, and your own damn ambitions. Everything else is going just like you planned. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go wake up McKliny, pop open one of his bottles and try to forget the fact that I just wrote off a few dozen lives in the name of your profit margin."
End of message.