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Armadillo Subterranean Preservation Facility
Model 04019002 – 3B
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Edward Moon
First Officer
Deputy Director

Day 1 - SUCCESS! We did it! The facility systems survived mostly intact through the Event, from the status logs, as well as through any subsequent skirmishes. Don’t see any evidence at all of incursion or intrusion from review of the logs of the automated defenses. Either the armored doors kept out any unauthorized access, (like I tried to convince the budget committee when I was lobbying for the funding) or we’ve gone undiscovered by the world at large. Still trying to establish contact with the AMBP, but so far we have had no success. That in of itself is foreboding, since it’s primary function was to safeguard the Armadillo facilities in this geophysical area for as long as possible during and after the Event. Being submerged and buried as we are, data is limited of the world at large as of the present, but as more of the command crew is reawakened we hope to piece together a better view of the situation as time progresses. On a personal note, I couldn’t be more excited. For all intents and purposes, the Event has provided us with an unprecedented opportunity – we are a group of the first travellers into the future, outliving our natural lifespans and escaping a natural (and unnatural, to be sure) disaster the size of a global Extinction Level Event – so we have a brave new world to explore ahead of us. Assuming, of course, it is still habitable.

Day 2 - Still reeling from the reality of the situation. To my senses, after receiving the reorientation treatments for the amnesiac effects of the cryosleep chemicals, we were just placed in stasis yesterday, but according to Chief Data Technician Moorley we have no idea exactly how long we’ve been sleeping. (As an aside, who comes up with these ridiculous sounding titles, anyway?) It seems that the main systems have done a total reboot and reinstall on at least 3 separate occasions, if not more. Each instance resulted in the date and time signatures being reset, so without knowing exactly how long each reset ran (and considering the substantial holes in the data timelines) our best estimate of current calendar date would be a WAG. (Can I put wild-ass guess in an official report? Who knows.) The uncertainty makes our situation seem even more alien, since we have no solid frame of reference to draw from. Almost like a ship crashed on an alien world. I digress. The command crew has been revived, and is currently in the process of reacclimating themselves to the systems. At the moment, the only pressing concerns seem to be related to a single psychiatric reation to the cryosleep and a dramatic drop in water levels in the cavern outside. The reaction victim was the Navigator, of all people. Medical Officer Riley believes it has something to do with a certain type of personality being “unhinged” from their reality and points of reference. I guess a navigator would be dependent on fixed points of reference; with the world as changed as it is and having no regular temporal progression it must have been more that Officer Grady could bear. He’s currently sedated in the Infirmary on the Lower level, hopefully over time he wil improve. The levels of water in the environment, however, are a deeper concern. Before the event, I held dual positions as a geologist and hydrologist for the Rubini Corporation. (and that knowledge not only led to the lucrative contracts from the United States Defense Department for our company, but my own personal appointment as Deputy Director of this project and First Officer of this mobile preservation facility) This location was chosen because met the criteria that it was a freshwater body of water that exceeded the minimum size required for the coolant needs of the facility, and that it was a direct surface link to the aquifer in this region, and as such fed continually by springs and therefore not depenedent on rainwater to replinish its levels. The fact that it was located in soft Florida limestone that facilitated the excavation of the burrow by the Armadillo was an added bonus, to be sure. But if the local water levels have dropped, that can only mean (most likely) a severe rearrangement of the local geological structure, most likely secondary to the physical and electromagnetic stressors of the Event, that resulted in the flow from the aquifer being disrupted, diminished, or ceased entirely. The only other option is that global water levels have dropped (frighteningly) – perhaps as a result of gobal water stores tied up in an Ice Age? External environmental teperature readings are averaging 60s in the daytime and high 30s at night – that would place us somewhere in January to March for this region under the old climate model, but if planetwide conditions have changed, without astronomical confirmation we can’t be definitive. Conditions here in the Armadillo are comfortable. Life support is well within acceptable levels, but I will be very glad when I have something to eat besides MREs and something to drink besides water. Caffeine withdrawl is killin me.

Day 3 - The technicians have ben able to reactivate the food replication systems. Thank goodness for replicated coffee, heh! Very power intensive, but the wide selection of food formulas available gives the crew a nice reassuring comfort of our old lives to enjoy. Inspection revealed the Ark of actual seeds as well as the DNA chips for the animal and vegetable replications we will need in the future were both intact and still sealed in the specially sheilded storeroom below. The small successes are continuing to boost morale considerably. The water levels have dropped externally to the point that the immediate excavated cavern reads as dry now on the sensors. Still no contact with <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>


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- ———-first external inspection today after several weeks of data collection validating the absence of chemical, radiological, or biological toxins in the immediate environment. The Scout Team confirmed that we are still cocooned in the limestone sarcophagus created by the initial excavation of the Armadillo’s drilling, and the escape tunnel to the surface has begun to be excavated by the automated remote operated drone unit (aka the R.O.D. Evacuation Excavator). Based on the erosion patterns and water driven enlargement of the artificial cavern itself, I estimate that a surprising amount of time has actually passed for us in sleep – at the minimum several hundred years. Exploring and mapping of the cavern itself has revealed several natural fissures in the limestone rock walls, presumably carved by the flow of water over time. The collection of the available freshwater manually to supplement levels of coolant in the reactor seems to be reducing the immediate need. Captain Groves has sent out automated scouting units to <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>


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Day 40 - Last night the digging drone broke through the last few feet of rock and debris and exited onto the surface. What we found on inspection was entirely unexpected. The huge excavated pit, filled with water when we were deployed, is now an arid plain surrounded by high limestone cliff walls. Strewn throughout the plain, Officer Thomas (the scout sent out for recon and assessment) tells me were a veritable junkyard of vehicles, equipment, and appliances of every shape and size – smashed and weathered. Some show evidence of battle from the scorched surfaces and bullet-hole riddled panels. The largest percentage of the debris is found around the bases of the surrounding cliff walls, as if someone were using the area as a dumping ground of some sort. In addition, there is a large standing body of fresh water in a crater-like oblong depression near the center of the Pit, as we are calling it now. This water supply, in addition to the large subterranean lake in the cavern the scouts found last week <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>


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Day 62 - The emergency back up pumps still seem to be meeting the water supply needs of the reactor. Private Rendis has been stationed at the far end of the intake hoses reaching down into the cavern to keep watch and prevent any debris from blocking the water flow. During this duty, while fishing to supplement our food supply with the locally ubiquitious Readbreast Sunfish (Lepomis auritus) and Bluegill (Lepomis machrochirus mystacalis) that the deep cavern waters are filled with, Rendis hooked a most unusual creature. The small, mishapen beast seemed to have been attracted to the vibrations from the water intake pipe, and was enticed into biting Rendis’ lure. Appearantly from the description, the creature appears to be a variation on a bluegill’s body, with a pair of strange amphibian-like clawed webbed appendages jutting out in place of its ventral fins like miniature arms. In addition, the creature posesses barracuda like teeth, in stark contrast to its appearant bluegill relatives. The creature bled profusely from the small hook-induced wound it suffered, staining the waters of the cavern lake with a green phosphorescent glow. The Command Communication officer holds a degree in biology as well as her technical knowledge, and has been assigned to dissect and examine the <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>


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-— - ——- dangerous radiation levels from the creature, so the body was sheilded and disposed of. Private Rendis reports spotting an increased number of the creatures in the lake, some of size much larger than <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 89 - Scavenging efforts continue above for useful replacement parts – a small side cavern on the western flank of the facility has been dug out of the bedrock to house the repairable useful artifacts and technology we have salvaged. We even located the original security sentry stationed above to protect the site, but it seems to have been fused somehow with a heavily damaged Warbot at some point. The amalgam is inactive, however, and we are attempting to access its memory in order to <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 91 - Absolutely the greatest disaster we have faced since reawakening the Command Crew! 11 soldiers dead, including Chief Data Technician Moorley, who was still struggling to extract the memory core of the battle damaged security bot/Warbot. His efforts appearantly reactivated the dormant bot(s?), who immediately killed Moorley, his tech team, and the squad of 6 soldiers who responded to their distress call. The Warbot is currently partolling the area above, and is not responding to any signals we send to stand down <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 109 - We are still trapped in the Armadillo facility by the Warbot. After two failed excursions that left an additional 9 good soldiers dead, we have learned that the tunnel and the facility are appearantly outside the field of orpeations for the ‘bot. Appearantly as long as we don’t leave the tunnel, we are able to observe its activity. It seems to patrol the area, scavenging the wrecks at times, and speculation holds that it is trying to repair itself with the scattered equipment at hand. We believe <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 110 - Private Rendis went missing early this morning without a trace while on duty monitoring the coolant intake and fishing on the shore of the underground lake. A subsequent search of all accessable tunnels branching from the facility yielded nothing, and neither sentry posted above at the tunnel entrance to monitor the Warbot’s activity saw any sign of Rendis, so we assume that the poor man slipped into the lake and drowned.
Day 111 - Privates Cooper and O’Malley were stationed below at the Lake to replace Private Rendis, and to keep an eye out should his body float to the surface. As they were fishing and patrolling, Cooper discovered some strange barely noticable tracks in teh sandy shells lining the shore of the lake. He swears that they look like the tracks of large frogs or other amphibians <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 120 - The nightly excursions of the amphibians the men are calling ’Cudas are getting bolder… the two sentries last night were injured when <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 130 - We can’t believe the sheer numbers of the ’Cudas. When they are killed or injured, it seems their radioactive blood contains a chemical messenger that spreads through the water and attracts more of their kind, possibly similar to the pheromones that honeybees leave behind when they sting to induce more of their kind to sting a threat. Also, the more of their number that are slain, the larger the subsequent indivuals are that replace the fallen. Our biologist theorizes that perhaps they have a cannibalistic hive mentality where the smaller specimens feed and bring food to the larger or are themselves in turn eaten by their larger bretheren. As the smaller of the “tribe” are killed or injured, that chemical messenger alerts the larger members to the location of the prey. The Captain believes that our best plan would be to massively depopulate the nest by luring them into an ambush set up with in the cavern <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 135 - Ambush was a complete massacre. Something is wrong with the readouts on the hydrogen cells. Appearantly they are so old they are no longer properly holding a charge, so at the height of the battle with the creatures the masers employed by the men begain to fail. The carnage apperantly attracted the largest creature thusfar encountered, a massive behemoth some 14 feet high rose out of the water like a demon from the pits of Hell itself. It had four arms and waded into the fray with wild abandon, and the morale of the troops broke. They fled back to the lower level and tried to close the hatch, but the beast grabbed it with his massive frame and wrenched the armored door so that it could not close. A withering barrage of small arms fire drove the creature out the length of the tunnel and hopefully into the field of fire of the Warbot, but the smaller creatures poured forth from the tunnel and overwhelmed <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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Day 154 - Officer Thomas and I are the only two of the Command Crew reawakened that have survived. Without additional support, we feel that the best course for us is to leave the remaining sleepers in stasis and attempt to escape the pit past the Warbot and contact the outside world. The coolant levels are currently holding steady; the pumps are maintaining the levels of coolant the reactor needs and should continue to do so automatically. God willing, we will be able to contact any other surviving colonies of other Armadillo facilities and <error> <error> <error> <error> <error>
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