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"Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift, that is why they call it the "present". - Koen Allwood
 
 
First Name: Vinera
Last Name: Rose
Age (yo): 24
Date of Birth: 19/12/2276
Heritage: California, United States of America, Earth
Place of Birth: Malmö, Elixaeberna, Thorbjorg System
 
Family
 
Father: Mark Vincent Rose
Occupation: Head mechanic at Thalnberg Ship Systems.
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Killed by a malfunctioning supply ship in one of the most dreadful terror attacks in Federal History. He was decapitated by a piece of debris that was blown away from the wreckage.
 
Mother: Sophia Rose
Occupation: Stock broker for Thalnberg Ship Systems
Status: Alive
 
Brother: James Vincent Rose
Status: Deceased
Cause of Death: Severe clotting in the heart 12 minutes after birth.
 
Sister: Unknown
Status: Missing, presumed dead (9/10 Years)
FOUND PERSONS UPDATE:
Name: Ashley "Rose" Markings
Occupation: Mobile Infantry Engineer
Updated Status: Killed in Action - 25/03/2998

Physical Information
 
Height: 5ft 7"
 
Weight: 14 Stone
 
Eye Color: Blue
 
Hair Color: Hazel Brown

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Build Type: Endomorphic

General Physical Description:
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5'7, brown hair tied in a rear ponytail, which looks scruffy and thick when taken out of the ponytail. Her facial features are soft, her nose fairly small. Her eyes are soft, with slight bags underneath them, indicating possible slight sleep deprivation. 

Medical History:
Taken into the general hospital ward for treatment of a crush injury to her right upper arm, where a malfunction in equipment led to an empty missile casing falling on her arm from 5 meters.
 
Was taken into hospital after strange scratches on her chest and her gluteus became infected, nearly causing her to die.
MEDICS NOTE TO LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT: All the way through the procedure she seemed quiet and straight up refused to cooperate at times. She showed serious signs of emotional stress. I would suggest giving a small background check, I will be taking DNA swabs and investigate the possibility of a sexual assault in the workplace.

Mental Information

IQ: 109.4
Pre-existing medical conditions: None
Preferred Learning Method:
Rose learns most effectively through seeing and doing. She despises classroom style environments.
Hobbies:
Sports
Interests:
Sports, old art styles such as Bauhaus, Leonardo DaVinci, guns and ships, old-style musicals, such as one named Hamilton by Lin Manuel Miranda, a popular artist of the 21st century.

Pre-enlistment Background
 
From an early age, Vinera was a quiet child. She struggled to make any friends and was considered a social outcast. She had her sister with her, who would have her back no matter what. However, on the night of her sister's thirteenth birthday, her sister disappeared without a trace and was pronounced "Missing, presumed dead" after three weeks. Her parents were normally distant
Having lost her sister, she suffered severe emotional trauma. She got her high school diploma and college degree in Engineering, she came out of education riddled with debt and unable to support herself. She got roped into employment by a shipyard known as "Mahn and Bach", as her parents refused to allow her to join the company they both worked for. "Mahn and Bach" happened to be a rival shipyard of Thalnberg. Her parents disowned her for this.
So, in spite of this, she decided to search for her sister, contacting every contactable area on the planet. After failing to find her on the planet, she almost gave up the search, and instead decided to enlist in the Mobile Infantry, hoping to get away from her parents, whilst also hoping that she would perhaps one day encounter her sister.
 
High School Education: 
High school Diploma
 

College Education (if applicable):
Received a college degree in Engineering

Extracurricular: N/A

Pre-Enlistment Criminal Record:
The shipyard section she worked for and all of its employees were investigated for fraud and falsifying documents.
Rose was found innocent and absolved of any kind of right to be prosecuted for this matter.
 

Armed Services Career

Branches:
Curretly serving as a combat engineer: 112th Mechanized Morita Rifles Battalion, A. Company, 1st. Platoon.
Role: Rifleman, M55 Operator, Flamethrower operator[REDACTED DUE TO NEW SPECIALISATION CLASSES], UGL qualified[REDACTED DUE TO NEW SPECIALISATION CLASSES], carbine qualified, SAW qualified[REDACTED DUE TO NEW SPECIALISATION CLASSES].
Rank: Lance Corporal
Demotion History:
Demoted once for inactivity.
Corporal > Lance Corporal.
Leave Notices:
04/2998 - 06/2998 - Sickness due to a serious infection in the ear canal which had spread to her throat left her unable to fight for a period of time, transferred to a hospital for recovery as well as a full check up on her missing eye and for a replacement eye patch.
08/2998 - 01/2999: After the civil war had ended, the death of her sister, followed by the subsequent heart attack of her mother, led to a familial leave to be with her. Her mother had not been expected to survive, as such leave was granted for her the duration of her mother's illness and hopeful recovery.
Enlistment Criminal Record:
Accused of Mutineering
Result: Defendant was released without charge, although was removed from engineers.
 
Accused of Insubordination and Negligence resulting in the death of an enemy VIP
Result: Defendant pleaded guilty with no defence and accepted full responsibility. Was given ten lashes as punishment.
 
Age of Enlistment: 23
 
Total Deployments: 26
 
Mobile Infantry Medical History Notable Injuries:
Has ten received lashings.
Lost left eye due to a grenade explosion.
 
Status: Alive


Personal Achievements:
Sunday 28th January 2298 - Set the record time for the assault course time at 33.02 seconds.
 
 
Awards Received:
None as of yet.
Personal Relationships
Relations: Love|Admire|Family| Good friends|Friends|Acquaintance|Respect|Neutral|Dislike|Hate|Fear  ✝️ Deceased
Troy Hughes: Known you for a long time since I joined up in engineers... You're a solid soldier and a dependable friend. I hope to serve alongside you as much as possible.
✝️Zella: Such a kind... Funny and loveable person. Stunning soldier and had our backs more times than we could count... I didn't even get on the mission when it happened.... And the last time I saw you, you were in pain. Rest in Peace, Zella. Fly high. I hope God can put up with your really fast talking.
✝️Jack O'Neill: You too? Fuck sakes... Why can't anyone I respect or love stay alive...
Cam Hurst: I actually kinda like this one! She seems very competent in her duties and has never failed to impress when I've seen her around. I can't help but feel she kinda dislikes me a little though after that whole "mutiny" thing... Despite being cleared for it.
Elliot Salem:I respect the guy. He sucks at pool, mind you. But he seems to know what he's doing. We don't talk a lot, but the guy always seems so sure of himself, confident. Never really seen him out in the field much. He seems strong, I guess? And capable.
Viktoriya Natraski: Solid friend. Kind, caring, compassionate. Overall someone I enjoy fighting alongside. We should definitely talk more. I feel like that we speak less and less, but that could be because of my new rank... Duty comes before pleasure, but i will try and make time to talk.
Ying: Can't thank you and the rest of the medics enough for helping me out after I got whipped. But you... YOU were extra friendly, extra gentle, empathetic towards me and my pain rather than just slamming me over on the bed and demanding I go to sleep. You are easy to talk to and seem generally very sociable, I would love to talk more.
Very competent in her line of work. Absolutely astounding medic.
Commander Jeremy Nash: One of the nicest officers on ship. He cares - Simply put. I've confided in him and he's given me more wise words than I could ever gain from reading all Buddha texts. I would gladly take a bullet for this man, not just as he is an officer, but as to how much I respect him as a human being.
St. Claire: A solid an reliable comrade. An amazing friend. Always there for me, no matter what. He listens well and just has this... Air... About him that just breeds niceness.
No hard feelings about you knocking me out. Shit happens. Besides, it was a mighty good blow.
We don't talk much anymore other than when you need me to do something... Or if you're duties call for you to check up on me. I feel like there was potential there for an amazing friendship and camaraderie but that chance seems to fade with every passing day. I feel so guilty after leaving you in the dirt like that... But I was just so scared on what to say that I just didn't want to hurt your feelings.
✝️Cortez Constantine: I...I have no words. I don't know whether you were a mutineer or wrong place wrong time. You were a friend... Well... A little less than a friend. But you died. I don't know how to feel about you dying. Honestly I don't. I don't know whether to dislike you because you were a traitor or pity you because you were pulled into something you had no understanding of... Rest in Peace.
✝️Raven Imada: Still confused as to why you tried to kill Larsen. Still confused as to why you tried to "rescue" me, when I hadn't even done anything wrong. I spoke to you a few times on ship and fought with you a few times, and some how you risk life and limb to save someone, acting like you're rescuing a fellow mutineer... No... Just no. I can't tell if that was stupidity or you just got attached too easily... Rest in Peace. You were an alright soldier before you tried to kill the Brigadier General.
Valerie Faust: I respect you as a Private First Class and as a person. I will follow your orders to the letter and will do it with happiness. I will gladly put our past behind us, for the past is the past, and we cannot change it. Booyyy do you pack a punch. Sparring with you was the most fund I'd had in forever. You are honestly such a kind person and so understanding. You've helped me with so much on this ship. I will never forget that.
I admire you... So much, as a friend and a comrade. I hope that we can remain in each other's company after all this shit is over.
Corporal Redbrick: The only reason why I am not currently dancing in celebration of your jail sentence, is because I don't want to upset the people who ACTUALLY liked you. Plus... I don't want to get punished again. I hope you burn for what you did. You damn near got me killed... And for what? Nothing, that's what. I hope you suffer eternally.
I understand now why you did what you did, it wasn't really your fault. I guess during the time of my leave and your sentence being served my animosity for you just kind've... Faded away.
✝️Ashley "Rose" Markings: I miss you... You died the evening before I returned to your side and I cannot help but feel it is my fault... I could have done something - Protected you, I would gladly have traded my life for yours. I found you... Now I have lost you again, forever. Mom was horrified. She didn't stop crying for a whole 4 hours... And even then only went off call because the station had some interference issues.
I struggle to see a life without you... YOU PROMISED that we would come out of this together, now you are gone. I feel so alone... So hurt. I don't even know if I can continue your final wishes. I don't even know if I am strong enough to do that.
✝️ SSGT Augustus Clanton: Bet you hardly new I existed. I saw how you led, I saw how you worked and how you respected every member. Can't help but feel that if I didn't get caught up behind the group on that last drop that we would've evacuated with success, and you wouldn't have been hurt.
Sebastian Bently: A solid and reliable friend. I can count on him whenever he is needed. He's been there for me quite a few times and he's one of my strongest allies in the M.I. Stay strong and true, friend, and may the universe guide you to glory.
✝️Cortez Constantine: What a lad. Not going to lie there. You've been there for me every step of the way through my journey so far in the Mobile Infantry. Every time I've been shot, scratched or even looked like I've been even vaguely upset, you've been there for me. I'm not sure how I can ever repay your kindness to me. I am honored to fight by the side of such a kind and compassionate human being.
Colonel Elrad Davidson: I decided to go mixed on this one... He came to see me while I was in the ward after I got injured during a drop and promoted me. It gives me hope that people as high as him give a damn about those at the bottom. He's an exemplary captain, and commands respect. Not only that but he has been there for friends one or two times to provide them with words of wisdom. Godspeed Captain, Godspeed.
Congrats on making Colonel!
Got assigned to him when I asked for duties while on a training exercise in some awesome nature-reserve looking planet. He was very... Informal... No, not the word. Respectful - he knew where his boundaries were and what was acceptable and he played that line like a pro. He seems a bit like an Armadillo in all honesty. Has this big hard-ass shell but is actually a pretty chill guy underneath.
Sergeant Franco Sorrentino: I always found it strange when I develop a kindness to those of a higher rank. This guy is funny though. He's the best Staff Sergeant, Captain, Sergeant on ship, undoubtedly. He is a bit of a stern jackass at times, but only when he needs to be. Solid leader, can take banter and dish it out twice as hard without a second thought... Very calm and collected.
✝️Takayama: So... You went rogue and tried to kill the Captain? Dick move... I thought you were cool. Turns out you were just a backstabbing traitor.
Jackie Knoxx: Fellow engineer, never had a run-in with you, nor do I hope I ever need to. You appear to be very competent in your abilities and I have rarely seen you mess up. We speak now and then, we definately need to speak more. I feel like you could become a solid ally on the field.
Aoife Hviteulven: We've spoken once or twice! First good conversation we had was on that drop with the embassy on the 27th January. She seems really fun! A little strange... Kept talking about welding bits of enemy marauder suits to her own to act as a scaring mechanism for other marauders... I must admit I was a lil' disturbed. But other than that, she seems like a really nice person!
Travis Young: I both respect you and thank you eternally for what you did. I know the position you were in, now, and I understand why you did what you had to do. I know that you didn't play any major part in what happened and I feel that with that last act of kindness that you performed, that we can start anew.
I've rarely had an issue with you on the field, in fact, I would say never. You seem to get a little... mouthy at times, though, which can be either funny or a little irritating.
You do seem to have this slight look about you of "If I try to kill you, the only way you can survive is not being there in the first place". That kinda freaks me when I see the look, but overall, I see it very little.

 

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: CREATED ON THE 5TH JANUARY 2298 AND SIGNED ON THE 15TH JANUARY 2298
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WARNING: FILE TO ONLY BE RELEASED FROM DATABASE LOCKS UPON DEATH. ATTEMPTED UNAUTHORISED ACCESS TO THIS FILE AND THOSE UNDER SIMILAR LOCKS IS PUNISHABLE BY LAWS ACCORDING TO THE DATA PROTECTION ACT 1998 (1) AMENDED 2268. THOSE FOUND IN BREACH OF THIS MAY BE SENTENCED TO IMPRISONMENT OR FACE CAPITAL PUNISHMENT, DEPENDING ON SEVERITY OF BREACH.
 
UPON UNLOCKING, THIS FILE IS DOWNLOADABLE AND VIEW-ABLE BY NEXT OF KIN AND THOSE SPECIFIED WITHIN THE WILL AND TESTAMENT DOCUMENT.
First Name: Vinera
Last Name: Rose
Age (yo): 24
Date of Birth: 19/12/2276
Heritage: California, United States of America, Earth
Place of Birth: Malmö, Elixaeberna, Thorbjorg System

 

LAST WORDS:

 

*A voice recording file plays*

 

*A monotonous voice plays, official sounding*

 

"This is Daniel Nighwells, registered legal practitioner under the law firm known as "Davis-Kharn", based on Elixaeberna. Practitioner ID: *BRZZZZTTTTTT*. - My ID will obviously be encrypted for my own safety and privacy, crack-able by my firm and those with the correct authority. I approve the making of this legal document in the form of an electronic file, backed up onto our systems, a hard copy of this will be placed within our vaults."

 

"Begin Documentation: Final Words."

 

*Vinera Rose's voice sounds off, sounding calm.*

 

So... If you're listening to this file... Then I have passed away. Whether it be through an arachnid, separatist, skinny, glowstick, or even just a sickness or court martial... The likelihood is that I have passed on. The Mobile Infantry was... A strange career path to choose, I must admit. But I've made so many friends here over my tenure that simply disappearing off one day and never returning or dying in my sleep in the Medbay would... Be an insult.

 

This way... Everybody I know and love who deserves to see this can hear my final goodbyes and wishes. I love you all.

 

Mom... Don't give up. I know losing Dad, on top of losing Ashley, was hard on us all... But I need you to move on. Be strong... For me. I want you to wake up every day and walk past that picture of me graduating... Yeah, the one where I still have some pasta sauce on my cheek... And I want you to swell your chest with pride knowing that your little baby grew up to become the woman she was, despite hardships and shortcomings. You lost my sister... And our dad. But don't lose yourself. I will always love you and live on inside you.

 

Valerie Faust... I wish we were stronger.

 

I hereby declare that upon my timely death... All assets regarding wealth are to be given to my mother.

 

I hereby declare that all belongings are sent home to Elixaeberna before being picked and chosen as mementos.

 

All of my video logs will become instantly available to Valerie Faust and my mother and whomever they see fit.

 

*CUT-OFF*

*CUT-IN*

 

The following edits have been made to the last Will and Testament:

 

Due to the recent passing of my sister, wealth and property is to be divided between my mother and Valerie Faust.

 

"FILE COMPLETE: ADDITIONS AND EDITS MAY BE DONE AT WILL BY THE OWNER OF THE WILL AND TESTAMENT."

 
Personal log #1 - December 16th 2297
Spoiler

*A fuzzy camera fade in reveals Vinera Rose, in casual clothing in her bunk. The camera is of poor quality, and she has bandages around her chest. She would be sat fairly close the the camera, the area around her eyes red and sore*

 

*In the bottom left corner, a fuzzy text reads "Personal log #1 - December 16th 2297"*

 

So... I never thought I would turn to doing my own video log things... But hey... It gets to that point where sometimes you feel like talkin' to a screen for like, forever. It's not that I've not, like, got, erm... Gaah... Damnit, let's try again... *Video cuts off, and then comes back on*...

 

Yeah, never thought I'd be doing this. I thought "hey, I found my sister, I've got good friends and a possible love interest", which I, of course, am gonna get the papers for before the relationship begins, "so, why would I need to talk to a damn screen for like, thirty minutes?"... Well, the answer to that is... Complicated....

 

I had my fourth drop yesterday, some... Fort mission or whatever. But, while we were in the fort, some giant-ass scorpion bug thing just... Charges the fort and wipes out the north tower, the sarge had already hammered it once with a H.E.A.T warhead... Damn good shot... But, she was reloading or... Out of rockets or whatever, so I leveled my M55 at it. I yelled "clear backblast"... Nobody replied... And I stood there aiming at it for about 10 or 15 seconds while this thing was starting to tear through the wall of the fort. The Moritas were doing jack shit to it... So... I panicked and fired... It was either wait for another thirty seconds for the dopey-ass guys on the wall to pay attention and let that thing tear through and start killing us, or fire and risk MUCH less injury... I yelled "firing"... And... The corporal FINALLY caught on and moved, the sarge got knocked back a bit though, she was dazed, I think, but medics said she was good to go. So... Not much injury there, not that bad. The risk, in my eyes, was necessary. I wasn't expecting a reward, nor did I want one, seeing as the warhead not only killed the HUGE bug, but the back blast knocked the sarge. Then this corporal comes over and says that "If I fail to check my backblast properly again, he'll see to it that the M55 gets confiscated..." Like... Seriously... You wouldn't be SAYING THAT IF THAT THING HAD... *Sigh* You know what... Fuck it... There's not much point in yelling at a camera.

 

But yeah, later on, this jet thing starts flying over and throwing rounds at the fort. I stand there on the wall with the M55, again, looking like a stuffed lemon. After I missed the first shot on it... It slowed down a little. I yelled clear backblast, someone FINALLY replied after around another 15 seconds, I fired... But... Like... As soon as I even pressed the trigger... I just... Felt *Sniffle* pure pain, and I got knocked straight off the wall, I think... I heard a BOOM... Like... It sounded badass... But then I just remember Cortez leaning over me, then the sarge, getting hauled onto the boat and dragged back to the medbay on the ship. Cortez... *Cough COUGH*... Told me that I hit the cockpit... I mean, I can't tell if he was lying to make me feel better or not... But hey... He was there for me.

 

Sister comes walking through and yells at me... Concerned for my safety... Felt more like my mom was shouting at me more than anything... Then some... Stuff... *Sniffle...* Happened. Medics stitched me up... I finally got around to cleaning the M55 after I got out of the ward... Was about to take it down to the amoury and hand it over to them when I bumped into sis... We... Yeah, let's not go into t-that. *A small tear rolls down her face... She keeps her composure and wipes it away.* Anyways... I end up pulling the stitches on the wound. One of the Sarges seemed pretty pissed off the M55 was out of the amoury in the first place... I mean... It was dirty and I hadn't even had chance to hand it back in yet... It's k-kinda hard to clean a weapon when you're in agony on a bed. *Chuckles a little*...

 

This whole Mobile Infantry thing... It's... It's hard, granted. I keep getting told I'll "get used to it". But, we'll see, I guess.

 

Anyways, gonna sign off for now, I think I might have training soon... I'm gonna try and update this once in a while...

*Banging on the door, followed by a female voice, sounding rather concerned "Hey, Rose, you in there?"*

 

*Vinera reaches forward to the camera, pressing a button. The camera shuts off rather suddenly.*

Personal log #2 - December 21st 2297
Spoiler

*A fuzzy camera fade in reveals Vinera Rose, in casual clothing in her bunk. The camera is of a better quality than before, and she has a cold pack bandaged to her head. She would be sat fairly close the the camera, the area around her eyes red and sore, she would seem tired... Almost depressed.*

 

*In the bottom left corner, a fuzzy text reads "Personal log #2 - December 21st 2297"*

 

So... Here I am again... Talking to a screen... Yaaay...

 

I have to get this off my chest. I'm losing my sister. I don't know why or how but I just AM... And it's tearing me apart inside. We fuck around with each other and have laughs when we are allowed to... But... I fucked up. I hurt her. And now she probably is going to go back to the way her Father raised her... That bastard... I will KILL HIM before he takes her! I'll find him even if I have to scour every corner of this damn galaxy to put a FUCKING BULLET IN HIS HEAD! *Static fades over the camera as a a Loud slam is heard. When the static clears Rose's right hand is red, and the table itself, along with the camera, are flipped on the floor.* Gah... Damnit... *She moves to put everything back together... As it was before*

 

S-s-so... In short... My own sister now hates me. I've got so much going on I don't know what to do anymore. Every day is just a blurr... I don''t remember what even happened on the drop I went on. I'm losing focus... Slipping up. Sooner or later, a commander or an NCO is gonna pick up on it... Then I'll be screwed. I've already lied to a medic once... Or tried to lie. I can't keep up this charade... I either need to patch up with sis or get the fuck off this ship... One way or another. Because I refuse to be a hindrance to my own company.

 

I can't tell if it's the damn concussion... Or... Me... I don't know anymore... 

 

*She looks at her watch and then to the door.*
 

Ahh crap... I promised people I'd go get a drink with them... Fuck sakes... Can't get a damn break...

 

*She reaches over and turns the camera off.*

 

Personal log #3 - January 1st 2298
Spoiler

*A fuzzy camera fade in reveals Vinera Rose, in casual clothing in her bunk. The camera is of a better quality than before. She wears her engineering uniform... Cleaned and pristine. She looks tired... Fed up... Stressed... Her eyes are bloodshot and carry large purple bags. Her shoulders are wet with the tears of comrades and she almost has a blank look about her. In the background, slight noises of music and dull conversation are heard, due to the bunk's position from the bar. She leans closer to the camera... Her breath shakey and uncertain.*

 

Gonna start this off with one word... Fuck.

 

As in, "We-lost-Earth" Level FUCK. Our home planet, whereupon the human race began and grew. Where we learned to travel the stars and went from bashing each other with rocks to creating gargantuan spaceships that can act as homes and mobile fortresses.

 

And, we lost it.

 

Like hell we can stop the Progenitors... We couldn't stop them at the height of the Federation's Power. That's like thinking that "the strongest fortress in the land just got ripped to shreds, but you know, the farmers will stop them!".

 

You know the funny thing? Sky Marshall is dead. This "Wonder Weapon" was a LIE. A farse to "give people hope" while their ships were being lazered out of the sky. My sister and comrades are a MESS and I have to sit here and play it cool.

 

I've seen enough fucked up shit today. I'm a Private First Class, been here less than a month and people just expect ME to SIT BACK and act aaaaall COOL when I watch the Brigadier General threaten to SHOOT a sergeant, jetison councilwoman out of the ship's AIRLOCK and then play it normal when Captain Hux sends the Marauder General to a planet with an unbreathable atmosphere.

 

Whatever happened to honour, duty and upholding our morals? So fucking much for that.

 

"OH, but VINERA! The Mobile Infantry is aaaaall one big family!" - Yeah like fuck! This is about as much a family as the Audie Murphy is a functioning ship! - No... That was too far. I need to keep my cool and play it out. For my sister. For... Other people.

 

I'm going to restrict my emotions to these logs. I want to be the shoulder to cry on. Nobody needs to know about my pain and anguish, nor do they want to, really.

 

As a part of my will and testament: I'm going to release the key to my Video Logs to my sister and - Someone else -. Maybe even more people who I can trust.

 

I'm not sure how much longer I can be a part of this ride.

 

*She leans forward and switches off the camera, sniffling as she does so.*

 

Personal log #4 - January 5th 2298
Spoiler

*A fuzzy camera fade in reveals Vinera Rose, in casual clothing in her bunk*

 

Well... I am going to start and finish THIS one off with a notice. I have decided that upon my death, that my sister anybody who she deems fit, as well as my family, shall gain access to these private personal logs. This is official. It will be noted in my file.

 

All of my assets and money are to be divided equally between my sister and my mother. This is subject to change... More details in the file.

 

*She turns the camera off*

 

Personal log #5 - January 12th 2298
Spoiler

*The camera static fades in and out as per usual... But the atmosphere was different. She stares emotionless at the camera, breathing slowly, as one might do if they were trying to maintain composure. She wears her casual clothes.*

 

It's been... Too long since I made one of these. I hoped that I wouldn't NEED to, now that I've got a fair handful of friends. But... This needs to stay on the logs.

 

It all started after I woke up one morning. Messages on my PDA from lots of different people, all whom I knew, asking if I was party to a mutiny, or was organising one against the Brigadier General, Larsen. Now... Picture this:

 

You wake up, you get dressed, normal day. You're happy to do your job as an engineer, go out, do training, learn, etcetera. You then check your PDA... People asking you all sorts of questions. Ranging from "ARE YOU OKAY!?!" to "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?" to straight up "Are you planning a coup against Larsen?" - How strange would that be? Huh? Well guess what. Someone had either been spreading around that I had, and was making stuff up, or this was an elaborate prank to make me shit my pants. Well, it scared the skin offa me, refused to talk to a lotta people. I go down to the bar that evening and watch Salem play pool with Girgus, I think it was. It was pretty damn fun. But then, Young asks me to come to him... For training.

 

*She shivers on camera... Her face turning pale as her composure slowly breaks down. Her eyes are watery.*

 

Young lied to me. It wasn't training AT ALL! But... He was under orders. So I... kind of understood at the time.

 

I was coughing up water for the next few hours and I -

 

*She freezes...Looking straight through the camera, as if in a state of emotional shock*

 

It hurt... It hurt... It hurt... So much... I don't want to live like this... Not like that... It hurt... I... I could feel myself dying... I wanted to die... I WANTED TO! But th-they didn't stop... Not till I told them that I once upon a time had an angry-half-drunken rant to Faust about how confused and distressed I was about how Larsen launched a Councilwoman out of the airlock... It *WAS* explained to me later on... I told them. I understood WHY he did it... To an extent, so it isn't my place to question that.

 

They release me. Young swears me to secrecy. He says that if I tell people about what happened then I am labelled a traitor... I beg... I beg and beg to allow him to let me prove my loyalty. Loyalty that shouldn't have even being questioned in the GOD DAMN FIRST PLACE! He tells me that they decided not to kill me... That I was free to leave...

 

 *She shakes, snarling at the camera* WELL GUESS WHAT YOUNG YOU SON OF A BITCH!? YOU LYING, SCHEMING PIECE OF SHIT! I woke up A DAY LATER in a FUCKING CELL!! Only to find out I was on trial, no... Not even a goddamn trial, awaiting execution! While you stood there and looked on, emotionless. You planned this all along! Didn't you? You don't like me so you thought that you would LIE and LET THEM FUCKING KILL ME OVER SOMETHING I DIDN'T DO! YOU GOD DAMN COCK-SUCKING, ASS-LICKING, SNAKEY PIECE-OF-SHIT-OF-AN-OFFICER CUNT! I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL FOR DAMN NEARLY RUINING MY LIFE!! You are a DISGRACE to your position and a failure!!! You're lucky... You honestly are lucky that Ashley did what she did. I won't say what, over logs, because she DESERVES peace for what she did. You deserve to burn and suffer every damn day of your life in an eternal cycle of hell.

 

Larsen spares my life... Thank God... He lets me go free. But of course, Young, you HAD to say your piece, didn't you? Ooooooh yes you FUCKING DID! On the way out of the door, you tell both me and my sister that we were both stripped of our engineering positions.

 

You have ANY idea how FUCKING retarded that is? Two innocent soldiers, nothing wrong, loyal engineers - And you kick them out? Sorry... You must've lost all your goddamn brain cells while smacking your head against the wall trying to think of ways to BACKSTAB ME!

 

And then... The icing on the cake... Redbrick. That scheming... Lying... Twisted bitch....

 

*Her anger fades... No longer pissed off... More disappointed and upset.*

 

You lied... To them. You told them I was involved. You damn near got me killed. I WOULD have been killed if not for Ashley. You roped me into a conspiracy, lied to them, saying I called Larsen names, saying I would kill him etcetera. Probably to try and save your own ass from torture and execution. Well it didn't work. You not only go to Hell as a Goddamn mutineer but as a liar and traitor to your own kind.

 

The only reason I am currently not celebrating your death and parading around the halls? Is that I would probably get punished for it. That and Faust.

 

*She leans forward and turns off the camera, teeth gritted.*

 

Personal log #6 - January 14th 2298
Spoiler

*A camera fades in... It's eerily quiet. Vinera Rose sits in her bunk wearing an eyepatch, pristine, brand new. She seems stern, yet angry.*

 

Well... I lost an eye. Guess I can play pirate on Halloween? Huh? *She chuckles* But no... Seriously.

 

I wasn't expecting to go on a mission and return as a rip-off Popeye, but hey, it happens. Lucky enough, it was my left eye... Meaning I can still aim and shoot straight.

 

I get fixed up, praised be the medics... Then I find out just after I leave the hospital that in my absence... Three separate soldiers filled my position. All but one had died.

 

It fucks you up? You know? But... That's the M.I. I need to accept that. Sooner the better.

 

I need to have an attitude adjustment. I need to stop being this prissy pussy who just leans on her sister all the time... I love her, yeah, but I don't want to rely on her all the time.

 

Young transferred! Or whatever. He went somewhere. Probably knew that what he did was shit and decided to flyyyy awaaayyyy! I hope his ship blows up. Not going to lie. I hope everyone on board apart from him gets out. I hope that he gets trapped in a metal room with a sloooow flame. Slowly burning up all the oxygen and turning the room into a microwave.

 

I fell out with sis... Yay...

 

Aaaaand that's it, really. Fun times. Woohoo... Yeah... Remind me to never trust another person on ship other than ICs, Ash, Faust and Officers? One thing I've learned is that no matter your connection... They ALWAYS stab you in the back.

 

Anyways... Signing off, gotta go do some cognition training, get used to my eye again.

 

*She leans forward and turns the camera off*

 

Personal log #7 - January 16th 2298
Spoiler

*A fuzzy camera fade in reveals Vinera Rose, in casual clothing in the medbay, a medic in the background doing work and such... Vinera positions the camera so that only her face and neck is seen. She speaks fairly quietly.*

 

Well... Fuck. I fucked up. And I fucked up BAD.

 

To start off... On top of losing my eye in the last drop, I then drop THIS time, having started to get used to my eye. I fuck up. We enter a tower containing a VIP. I am ahead of the squad by a small amount, having cleared out enemies in my area before the others. I push slowly, wait for the others to catch up, clear the first two or three floors.

 

Then, the kicker. A dude in uniform with a Morita pops around the stairs. He fires a few shots at me and those behind us... He misses... Apart from one stray bullet which hits my arm.

 

I go... Ape shit. Really. That's the only explanation. I go ape shit. I see red. I feel the searing pain... Then the stress of the past week... The trial, humiliation, betrayal... It comes flooding out and I push up, not hearing the SSGTs order to stop. I push up some more... And he fires again. I unloaded around 10 rounds into him, or at him. He dies, his head swiss cheesed.

 

Simply put, when we get back to ship... I am martialled, I admit guilt, of course. Larsen tells me ten lashes, I wait in the prisons for what feels like a decade, they whip me... Now I am in the medbay... Wooo!

 

So the week and a bit so far:

 

Wounded,

Torture,

Near-execution,

Lose an eye,

Whipped ten times.

 

 

All in all... An alright week! I toootally don't feel like shit at aaaall! Nope! Totally fine! *Her eye twitches a little* - I'm not really helping my case any for the whole "loyal and good soldier" thing.

 

Anyways... I need to get back to healing... Soooo...

 

*She turns off the camera*

Personal log #8 - February 15th 2298

 

 

Spoiler

*Camera turns on to see Vinera Rose in the bunks, eyepatch on securely, wearing her engineering uniform. She coughs a little before adjusting the camera somewhat*

 

This has been a fun week.

 

Sick for a whole week, the medics didn't see it coming back again, but it did. Some random infection to my sinuses and my throat that got bad- AGAIN. Glad I got out on Valentine's day though! Got to celebrate it with Faust! Which is awesome!

 

Plus... Me and Young seem to be one hundred percent cool now. I hated hating him, especially now after I realise that his part in everything with pretty much non-existent.

 

I - uh - Nearly died yesterday. Saw Zella get her arm melted off, plus a my girlfriend got taloned, which is nice - *She says in a sarcastic tone*. I hope they're both alright...

 

Still can't stop thinking about that Jack O'Neill kid, though. He saved my but through using psychic, and the proto-bug that was crawling up my arm just... Dropped down. It was the most confusing thing I've ever witnessed.

 

Personal log #9 - March 27th 2298

 

Spoiler

*The camera cuts in to see Vinera Rose... She has a red and bloodshot eye, an easy signifier of sleep deprivation and heavy crying. Her engineers uniform looks slightly scruffy, her eye patch torn off to reveal the hollow indent into her skull.*

 

*She speaks with a broken and mournful tone... Almost monotonous*

 

I c-can't believe it. While I was gone... I lost nearly everyone I knew properly... O'Neill... May Belle... My - My own sister. I couldn't do anything to protect them or help them in any way at all because my body was too weak and fragile because of some stupid sickness!

 

I only have Faust, now. I will protect her with everything I can or die trying.

 

I still have to remember... My duty comes first. I have to look strong for the enlisted and Senior NCOs or risk losing my rank. Keep a c-cool head and don't flip out... And everything will be alright... I h-hope.

 

I spoke to my mother, the funeral will be soon, I think. Unfortunately I don't think she will be able to arrive due to transportation issues and restrictions. I will probably ask if someone could livestream it to her.

 

I have to go... I need to write some lines for Ash's funeral. I must make her proud, wherever she may be.

 

*The camera shuts off.*

 

Personal log# 10 - 26th June 2298

 

Spoiler

*The camera switches on to see Vinera, looking into the camera with a semi-normal expression. She just looks tired and fed up.*

 

So... I return to duty as of today... Glad to see most people still know me and remember me. Faust and I separated so long ago now... Well, it's all a distant... Well... Semi-Distant memory. Every time I see her I get feelings of sadness, maybe it was stupid to open up to someone in that way in the M.I... Perhaps I need to be more careful? Eh, I dunno! I need to remember that duty comes above all else. Mother knows now, I guess she's 50/50 with it? Eh, she understands I guess.

 

I enjoy spending time with my comrades, it is... Fun, tonight we had some drinks, chatted and I caught up with a few old friends. Made me forget about all the bad shit that happened.

 

Met a few new people as well, people who joined up fairly recently. Good to see some fresh faces, I guess.

 

Need to go and sort out some paperwork... *Sigh*.

 

*The camera shuts off*

 

 

 

 

 

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