Name: Sgt. Björn Alvstett (read in a thick scottish accent) Code Name: -None- ID No. : -redacted- Date: -redacted- Log Entry No. 1 Yesterday the [static noise] , I was Introduced to my new team. It is led by a Ltn. Hunter and under his direct command are now 3 people of the rank of Sgt. (Including me) and a Pvt.. I was introduced to them near a church of the local religion, as they had some buisness there. (Don´t know what specific, but it was mission related) After meeting up with them, we went to our Base of Operration where I was íntroduced to the team. While the team members where all specialist in some field they couldn´t do everything. So they employed some localy recruted people. These included a Bounty Hunter who was previously hired to kill them (couldn´t belive it when I first heard it), some sort of Blood Mage, a fucking Succubus (seriously, an ancestor be damned demon), a Bear-man Druid, some sort of four armed halve giant (wouldn´t probably fit in any of Heavyhelm´s Mega cities, due to his fucking size), some other huge person (I think he was some sort of cat-thing?), a pyromancer, a tech guy (but now that they have a great dwarven genius such as me, they won´t need some amateur anymore) and a tactical officer (but don´t ask me all of their names, or if all that is stated is accurate). Regarding the mission of the team, the Ltn. briefed me about what the fuck is going on (that was one clusterfuck, that he explained to me ) Apparently, there are titans (I know, fucking titans) imprisoned inside of this planet and this systems star and the sun wants to kill the planet or something. But that isn´t the end of it, as it was told to me there was a third faction, some sort of Empress of Death or something, that is trying to cause mass deaths on the planet to weaken it (crazy, I know) and the team has foiled all plans by now (but they left a water treatment plant, which was infected by some sort of virus which could lead to thousands of people being killed, just sitting there [Dwarvish sighing]). Anyway, after I was brought up to speed, I went to stow away all my gear. On my way there , out of nowhere came some fucker, dressed all in black and "talked" (if you can call what he gave from his lips as words which made sense) to me. Later I found out that this was the bounty hunter (Negro-something was his name, I think). After that ordeal I went shopping for some stuff to make some good ol´Thermite. I was accompanied by the lizard pyromancer (who seemed to be a real glutton, never saw him without food) and he filled me in on some of the stuff that had happend. Apparently after they "took in" that demon chick, some sort accident with a goat happend. So after cooking up my Thermite, I went to bed. After waking (far to fucking early, for my taste) up , eating breakfast and having my morning ciggar, I had an idea to build an EMP generator and a Jammer but before I got the chance to buy the stuff needed some dude that they call Count Cuntula. People were gearing up, I did the same and we waited for him to come inside. He brought a crate full of explosives and some black guy with him, who apparently was the guy placing bombs everywhere. As I went to check out the box for any traps, shit hit the fan. Corvus, the guy in power armor, has waited outside and chopped Count Fuckula´s head clean off. Luckily, the guys he brought with him didn´t give a fuck and just left. So, there I was, checking the box and by the ancestors the explosives inside were beautiful. Designed to work themself deep into a strucktur and to unleash a high yielding explosive. After some examination, I determent that these beauties can cause a static failure of a building if used correctly. After all that happend, Dragon Corps. High Command came over. They talked to the Ltn.about the mission and then we were ordered to remain here on this planet until the festival on it was over. That ment for me two weeks to build a blastproof save for my "babies", the EMP generator, the jammer and to make Corvus´s power Armor and the vital ship system EMP proof.
