Phoenix Logs/Campaign Logs/Warped Reflections




 * Plutus, Brute captain. Emergency signal. 6/4/2559


 * Voridus, this is Plutus! This is not a call for help, as I know it is already too late
 * for us, but rather a warning. The Flood scourge has breached our base and I can
 * hear the screams of my Jiralhanae brothers from the outer corridors as they fall
 * to the monstrosities.


 * We were preparing the laser drills for power extraction when an Unggoy
 * spotted the first form. We laughed at typical Unggoy panic until we saw a
 * Wraith engulfed by a wave of seethering sickness. Our defences did little to stop
 * the sheer numbers of Flood when they first attacked, swarming over the
 * turrets and silencing them under mounds of filth. We fell back inside, but they
 * crawled and slithered through the vents and cracks and our base became a
 * slaughterhouse.


 * I watched as battle-hardened Jiralhanae screamed in terror as the Flood twisted
 * their forms into horrifying new shapes, their eyes pleading for a swift death.
 * Warriors I had fought side by side which turned upon me with unknowing eyes
 * and terrible rage. I ordered the few survivors to fall back to the inner corridors
 * as I planted my last cache of plasma mines, hoping to put an end to the
 * torment suffered by those infected.


 * There were moments of silence after the mines exploded, which we used to
 * count our numbers and weapons. We have not enough to hold for an hour, let
 * alone push back this enemy. Already, the uncanny screams have started
 * rumbling again, and the pounding has begun as they fling their battered and
 * contorted bodies against the door.


 * We laughed at the Covenant rumors about High Charity, but they were all true.
 * The Flood will consume all. You must...


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