Today, I killed a bear. That is all. End his entry.
I was discovered. I do not know how else to say it diplomatically. I did not intend to be found, though that is an unacceptable excuse by Orval’s terms, let alone by the dictates of our ship. It is a problematic change in our mission, of that I am certain. I have not told Korvath-is of this development yet, though it is my duty to do so. If he were to become involved, I would be placed...
Earlier today, Korvath-is informed me that the mission’s progress must be accelerated. I warily agreed before he interrupted me and explained the nature of his mandate: we are to now go about the humans in the daylight. I raised many objections, but their number and ferocity fell to deafness. By the time I had given consent, he had ordered me outside to do my work. Although I was...
The Temperature of the Trail is 0 K
We followed- or rather, I followed- Korvath-is’ readings to a fairly-populated location. Both of us were noticeably disturbed at this revelation; if Adras crashed close to this civilization, they may already be expecting others like us to arrive. The further we went, the less I monitored Korvath-is’ agitated state and the more I paid attention to my own. When we finally determined...
After being ignored for two days, Korvath-is requested my presence. He told me that he had tracked a signal from Adras’ ship to a specific point in the city. I did not question how he achieved this even though I was very curious; without the master drone, I do not know of any other method. If he has managed to pinpoint the other ship, Korvath-is must be harboring some kind of technology...
Results of the Expedition
Using the images I had last recorded, I managed to convince Korvath-is that I had discovered a possible cache of resources. Last night, we revisited the enclosure that supposedly housed the raw material necessary to repair our craft. Before embarking, we elected to enter through a back passage to avoid detection and outlined three different escape routes. We also studied human anatomy to...
Potential Source of Materials
Last night, I explored the settlement without the aid of Korvath-is. While he would label my solo venture as dangerous, I had reason to believe that some of the materials needed for the ship’s repair was inside one of the many enclosures. These “enclosures” come in various sizes, but the most common are giant spires that reach high above the ground. At first, I thought them to...
Breaching the Colony and the Mysterious Door
(In accordance with our mission objectives, I imprinted visual images of our trip into my memory for Orval’s future reference.) The darkness worked well, cloaking our first exploration of our hosts. For the most part, our expedition to the colony was uneventful. We were not accosted, nor did we take part in any substantial interaction with any of them. I was relieved, but I do not expect...
Forced to Contact
After reviewing the recovered raw materials, I have concluded that we may have to enter the nearby colony. There are certain resources that do not appear to be present in the the immediate vicinity. While there is no guarantee that the items needed to return the ship to working capacity will be in the humans’ possession, it is a risk we must take. I have proposed the idea to Korvath-is,...
Yesterday was our first foray into the wilderness. I gave Korvath-is a face and recommended that he use it. He grunted but formed it without objection. I admit that his was the least appealing of the pair I had made, but I neglected to inform him of that. When the Yuvor (or sun, as they call it) was out of view, we exited the ship. We hardened our skins to its highest state. While this level of...
Obtaining the Right Look
It is maddening. The amount of types and subtypes of human proportions makes it improbable that we can determine a single, superior phenotype. There are so many variations for the most trivial aspect of the human body, and there is no single authority on which is best. Skin color, for instance, ranges from the lightest to the darkest hues, and I find none to hold a significant genetic advantage...
Due to the drone’s disappearance, Korvath-is has renamed me Pithas Mung as a sign of my incompetence. The loss of equipment was unfortunate since we have little idea of what to expect now. Korvath-is recommended that we alter our skin to its most impermeable state to avoid absorption of any foreign matter. While that will likely protect against most hazards, I am wary of the spores suspended...
Probing the Outside
With Noola gone, many responsibilities fall to me. Korvath-is demanded that I make preparations for an outdoor excursion, which I have no prior experience doing. Thankfully, I have the master drone. It should be able to make a sufficient scan of the immediate area for dangerous substances or obstacles since it successfully acquired the data necessary to extrapolate a functioning translator. I...
One Less Than Before
What was that edict again? Time allows the nurturing of wisdom? If so, Korvath-is acts as if he has never emerged from the pulsating sacs of the Azworm. He still claims that the Vrans’ miscalculations back on Orval are to blame for the “disrupted” landing. My findings suggest that airborne spores conflicted with our telemetry, which caused our descent to largely diverge from its projected...
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01110011 01100101 01100101 01101011 00100000 01100101 01101110 01100111 01100001 01100111 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01100001 01110100 01101000 Icth dram fux There. I believe the translator is working correctly. While it does not accommodate the entire vocabulary and syntax of this world, it will suffice for the...