_________________________________________ "Found a way into SEDOL's old database. This was on their 'top list'. I can't keep doing this shit." ____________________________________________SEDOL EXPERIMENT 373-Q SUBJECT 04-AL0 "ETROM" HEIGHT OF 5'5 WEIGHING APPROX. 120lbs 25 YEARS OF AGE ____________________________________________ Born and raised in SEDOL Facility F4I1 Current SEDOL Captain Wears old KAGE attirs. Oh yes, gotta keep with the old times, kids. Known to have Aphantasia Known to carry or wear a visor 24/7 Carries around a flask filled with Whiskey. ____________________________________________ Spoiler: Subject's Entry Logs Day 23 Recruitment Day I got into the recruitment process earlier today. Unfortunately, I can't go off this hunk rock until I become a fully fledged operator. We're tasked with memorizing all the SEDOL protocols and codes. I honestly can't fucking believe the operators had to do this on their R-Day. As far as I can tell, there are around 100 recruits this year? We're going to take a test in two days to see which division we'll be going to. _____________________________________ Day 26 Combat Training They sent us of in pairs, today. I got assigned with a J4-K0. We call him "Jack." He's a bit of an asshole, I took a beating from our first sparring match together. He won, fair and square. My Dad says he'll expel me if I don't win the next round. So I did, sort of. I kind of broke Jack's nose on the second round. I guess I won? I haven't gotten expelled, yet. _____________________________________ Day 27 Division Testing I'm going to be quick with this. It sucked ASS. Not usually for me, the tests were somewhat normal to what I've already been through for training before R-Day. The other guys had a harder time... One guy jumped while on a beam, trying to look cool I guess, and messed up. He wont be having children in his future... I just wish he would stop fucking groaning. It can't hurt that much. Christ... If this training doesn't kill him, a recruit will. _____________________________________ Day 30 Naming Day We're getting our names today, along with our divisions. The names are completely fucking weird. I've seen history books, and in them you usually see normal names like Andrew or something. The guy we call "Jack" was assigned to the Technical Devision and got his name as "Oielko". How does someone say that...? Oh-wheel-ko? Oil-ko? Doesn't matter. I, of course, got assigned my division and name. I got placed in the Specialist divison. Pretty much just another way of saying I can get off this rock. I got a not so bizarre name. Etrom. Not as bad, I guess. I'll be transported to another facility for training, Second Lieutenant Linque is coming with, never heard of her. She's quiet and she barely moved an inch the entire flight. Just stared at something out the window for the entire flight. Might've been a bird. _____________________________________ Day 31 CO Selection I got put into a different squad. Apparently everyone in this squad is like me, born and raised in some SEDOL facility. Second Lieutenant Linque was put with me, at a request of the Lieutenant General Hills. She's more talkative than usual. Strict as hell though, I got 100 pushups as a punishment for not saying her full rank and name. I liked it better when she didn't talk.