CRE’TOS LOG #1 - THE BEGINNING
We have arrived on the quaint little planet that we’ve come to call Labareda. It’s an inhospitable molten rock of a planet, but it is full of a spectacular quantity of resources that we attribute to the high levels of pressure and carbon that contribute to the crystallization of several minerals. Probes that were sent in beforehand returned with several pounds of gold, silver, emeralds, rubies, diamonds....Useless really, unless you’re trading them with other planets that value them, or are using them to build some trinkets. No, we’re not looking for those lesser materials, nor the species that dwells in this planet. We’re looking for what the probes uncovered in later missions. A very particular kind of rare crystal, that I’m sure very few of you will understand the importance of. It’s a classified project and I must keep some things secret by Crylow’s command.
It is not just secrecy that keeps my lips tight. I have very little interest to speak of resources. What I want to speak of, is what I was commissioned to do in Labareda. Myself and a large team of scientists have been brought into the excavation and extraction projects because, while our kind is advanced of thousands of millions of years compared to the natives of this planet in terms of intelligence and technology, we lack the necessary adaptations to survive in this sulfuric and extremely hot atmosphere. As a result, our excavation teams are...Well..Perishing in terrible agonizing ways. Having your insides slowly cooked by the temperature, is not at all ideal when you are attempting to complete your tasks. Efficiency is important for this mission. As such, myself and the other scientists have been tasked with figuring out how to keep our kind alive in Labareda long enough that we can exploit its resources.
The project is not an easy one, and the company is not pleasant. Dr. Krii’ren is an obnoxious pain in the arse, and I would very much rather stick my genitalia in my office lazer shredder, than listen to him go about genetic enhancements. My fellow scientists Uom, Jix and Ten, seem to share my sentiment of disdain for the geneticist. I think I shall tolerate their company. Perhaps they may be of aid in figuring out how to best proceed with the mission. I shall have to test them to see if they are capable.