Lucy "Diamonds" Easterbrook

Log of Lucy Easterbrook. Entry 1

I'm not much for writing journals, but I thought I'd get in and do it for Ivy.

I was so nervous going out on my first mission. I swallowed my guts on more than one occasion, but I had to place my trust in the commanders ability to get us all through without any casualties. I left my will on my bunk in the crews quarters all set out with my few prized possessions hoping that it would not be necessary. The others soldiers have taken to calling me "Diamonds" probably due to my kaleidoscope eyes and Beatles collection.

I did get my first kill which was quite exhilarating. A group of soldiers and a sectiod got the drop on us and had us flanked. The commander answered quite slowly to remember my training. I moved in for a flank, took careful aim and squeezed the trigger. I found it surprising that ADVENT soldiers have yellow gooey blood much like marshmallow pies, but as my dad used to recite from some old movie he used to watch "if it bleeds, we can kill it" and the ADVENT soldier certainly did die. That's how I got this shiny new pip on my collar. Those sectiods are ugly as plasticine porters, but I did get a shot off at it. The big guy, Chewy I think his name was, finished the ugly thing off.

After a brilliant grenade toss from Seeker, we had the VIP in tow. More ADVENT troopers got the drop on us. Banshee and Chewy (?) killed 2 of them. I moved to kill the third, but I had the sun in my eyes so I went for the grenade throw which opened the trooper up for Seeker to finish off with her pistol.

In any case, I have turned in my rifle for a shot gun. The commander feels that my Kung Fu training may come in handy and has given me a sword to wield in combat. I may decide to further my training in stealth or in martial arts, depending on what the commander needs.

Signing out.

Log of Lucy Easterbrook. Entry 3

They said it would be a cake walk. Just a simple supply detail. How wrong they were. No sooner did we have the train in sight when I was being fired at from 2 angles, Voper from I don't know how many and Snake Eyes, the lucky SOB... I thought he was dead. The pistol and shotgun blast coming out of the dust proved me wrong. Neither Voper nor Snake Eyes came out of it unscathed though. Nichols did a fine job and conveyed himself professionally, but he still won't have a victory cigar with me. Doesn't he realise that us ANZACs need to stick together?

Another interesting note, I find it fascinating how satisfying it can be to stick a knife into an ADVENT soldier and slowly twist it around allowing their warm, gooey, yellow blood to saturate my fingers. Equally satisfying is seeing ADVENT soldiers guts spew out of their bodily cavities to fall unceremoniously to the ground. I told the commander about it and he has approved my further exploration of this side of my personality. Guess my Kung Fu skills will be improved after all.

Anyway, I'm off to join Team Moral Support. Bringing Let It Be this time.

Signing out.

Log of Lucy Easterbrook. Entry 5

Mitch was called out as an emergency replacement for Angmar who was kept on the ship by the orders of Nora. Something about being unfit for duty. As usual, Mitch conducted himself in a professional manner just like the rest of the team on the mission. He came back and started sewing together those pieces of sectiod hide we prepared last week. I wonder what he is making.

Nova, Pike, Ninja and I went AWOL. Apparently, Ninja stole some of those new weapons and the four of us went out to test them. Pike made the comment that we should be practising on a sectiod corpse, which made me think of the sectoid Mitch and I desecrated, but I left it lie.

One of the resistance havens has been attacked. The commander has selected Snake eye, Pike, Ninja, Borges and myself for this mission. Finally, no supply runs. Finally get to go fishing with Pike. Hope he doesn't let those mutton chops get in the way. Snake eye is a good choice after what happened on the last mission I was on with him. As for the Ninja, I'll bet the best bottle of Roses eyeliner that she won't keep up with me. Challenge accepted?

As usual, last will and testament is on my bunk.

Signing off

Log of Lucy Easterbrook. Entry 7

Well, I’m in the brig given a chance to reflect on how it all happened.

Pike, Biscamp, Voper, little Ninja and Borges were at the black site when they came across some human sized pods. They contained frozen humans. As they moved through them, I recognised one of the humans inside one of the pods.

“Mom?” I asked. “MOM!” I screamed. I slammed both fists against the view screen as if trying to wake her up. It took Nichols, Colantro and Angmar to grapple me to the ground.

“THAT’S MY MOTHER! LET ME GO!” I screamed and struggled as they dragged me unceremoniously from the bridge and to the brig. They threw me in and locked the door where I sat in a corner and wept. “Mom, I found you and now they are taking you away again.” I cried.

Polina visited me the next day after I had a chance to calm down and told me that my mother had been “processed”. What does that even mean? Polina told me they had recovered a vial of yellow goo from the site, but didn’t have a chance to rescue any of the civilians.

Polina informed me that both Pike and Borges were gone too. Killed in action. I had the honour to serve with them both on missions. They were very capable soldiers and will be missed.

Parker has arrived to release me. I swear, on my mothers death, that ADVENT will pay for what they have done. Time to re-focus; I just hope the same fate hasn’t befallen my father and sister. I’m going to the fallen soldiers epitaph to pay my respects then off to the medical bay to visit little Ninja and Biscamp.

The commander is sending Colantro, Nichols, Parker, Nova and myself out to blow up some transmitter. I guess he has forgiven me for my outburst.

Signing out