Subject: After Action Report
Status: [Classified Level 10 Acess Required]
[The video flickers to life. The subject is badly battered. Some bleeding can be seen through the bandages as the silhouetted figures behind the glass begin speaking]
"Name, rank, unit, and authorization codes." A female voice, gruff but soft in it's own unique way came across the intercom, the subjects ears seemed to perk at this distorted voice.
"Sven Schutz, Captain, 3rd Reconisance group authorization code [REDACTED]"
"Captain, brief us on what happened in the past 36 Hours." The second figure can be seen leaning forward towards the glass, adjusting what can only be assumed as a microphone.
Sven took a deep breath, holding his right shoulder "With all due respect, could this wait while I reci-"
"No captain. We need details now."
With an aggravated grunt he nods, the camera began zooming in on his face. Died blood caked to his fur can be clearly seen. Grime and debris clings to his face as he begins.
"11 ALW, at 0400 we received a distress call"
"Yes we, My squad and I were in the area on Out of orbit maneuvers, prepping for boarding training."
"Six. Myself, Sgt [redacted], Medical Officer [redacted] and two privates. [redacted] and [redacted]."
"Where are these men now?"
A long pause, pain shot across the Captain and it could be heard in his voice. "All confirmed. KIA."
"Captain I know this is difficult" the distorted female voice came over the intercom again "But we need this information now."
The canine nods, clearing his throat.
"The civilian space line, CSS Joy sent the distress call over all channels. Some sort of, bio terrorist attack. I didnt catch the full call but the suit logged all of it. We, returned to the Interdiction and got re-equipped. Full combat loads. Gen 3 MACHS, bio suits, A87E rifles, ammo, medical gear. Everything we might need."
"How long did it take you to get to the liner?"
"20 minutes. Give or take."
The canine shifted in his seat, the discomfort became far more obvious now. "We boarded a gunship, GI-32." He paused to rub his face. "While on route, all communication with the liner went dark. Full black out. On approach, no hail. No movement. Nothing. Just.... silence."
"We breached through one of the halls from the hull, the gunship sealed it but if we needed to we could pop the seal and get out in a hurry. We searched for an hour on the upper decks. Nothing, no one on board, no signs of struggle, it looked like everyone just, vanished." He looked up at the camera unknowingly, fear visible in his eyes "It wasn't untill we reached the lower halls. One sided fire fight. No blood, no bodies, just a lot of fucking holes. Pieces of clothing, hell we even found a guards helmet. But no bodies. So we moved on, door by door, room by room."
"What did you encounter?"
"Private [redacted] and Medical Officer [redacted] found, It. I was checking the computers, Sgt [redacted] and Private [redacted] were a few doors down the corridor."
He paused, tearing up. "Look I've seen and done some fucked up shit, but even the Aparoids couldn't hold a damn candle to this thing. It cut through my men like a knife through tissue paper. Shooting started and" he takes another shuddering breath collecting himself "I froze. They lasted, at most, seconds. I snapped. I kept shooting" he laughs almost crying "Hell I melted the back wall and the barrel of my A87E before I knew what happened. I went for my side arm, 10MM, Defender. It rammed me like a truck. Didn't peirce the suit but it collapsed the plates, and I got gored by my own suit."
A long pause "I dont know. I remember getting rammed through the wall into an engine room. And then getting pulled by the pilot of our gunship back into the craft."
The black figures can be seen talking to each other behind the glass, motioning and speaking, passing around folders. "Warden, take him to medical. Get him to psychology as well. Rest up Captain, that is all."
[The video cuts as the canine is lifted into a wheelchair]
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