If this has just been read by someone, then that means I have either lost this journal or I have met my demise. As you can tell, I didn't lead a grand
life. A simple childhood followed by a military career and what I thought would have been my big break that ended up with my untimely death. But so is
the way of a covert operative. And even though these could still very well be my last words written here, my honor to duty stops me from revealing any
classified information. Damn conscience.
Date: March 08, Location: STILL Unknown, Time: 1200HRS
I don't know what to think. My world has been turned upside down. Screw my sense of duty, this mission is FUBAR anyhow. I was supposed to watch over
the target camp on the Venezuela/Colombia border. Agent Cayetano Juárez was to infiltrate the camp and open it up for a small strike team. I was to
wait for two signals. If a vehicle exploded, I was to lay down covering fire on the guard towers so Agent Juárez could make his escape and get to the
extraction zone. The other signal, was to be a single code word over the secure comm channel followed by a fire in the munitions building. That would
signal the waiting strike team and I was to lay down fire on the towers and anywhere else needed. The object of the mission was to eliminate one man.
Oddly, it was a Russian named Dmitriy Maksimov, code name: Steel Coat. He was the brains behind the Venezuelan/Colombian coalition. His actual motives
were not in his dossier, but he was a target passed down by my chain of command, so I followed the orders. Why should I have cared who he was or what
he did or even what he was up to. It was my job to help take this guy out. His death was my paycheck. That may sound harsh, but so is the way of the
world when you're a covert operative.
So why am I revealing all of this information? Because Juárez is a double agent. He's working for Steel Coat. He woke me up this morning to try and
convince me that this was above the mission and had nothing to do with it. I called his BS, but he still just insisted never getting angry because he
knew he had me by the gonads. He told me he needs my help with something. Yeah, right, like I'm going to help this turd and get myself burned. He can
go rot in the deepest pits of hell if he thinks I'll become a dirty traitor like him. At least he had the decency to give me a pack of smokes and a
bottle of Wild Turkey. It's five o'clock somewhere so I'm getting drunk. Bad choice in a POW situation, but I'm beyond caring anymore.
Date: March 08, Location: Underground Bunker?, Time: 1900HRS
What a hangover I woke up with this morning. I finished off the entire bottle of Wild Turkey. What a night.
It's funny how I'm able to write this considering what I just went through. Again, I was woken up by Juárez, but this time he wanted to tour me
around the area. I was reluctant at first, but my curiosity got the better of me. The first thing I noticed what the structure of the area around me.
It was like some sort of underground bunker with metal walls. The reason I think it was an underground bunker was because there were absolutely no
windows. However, there was a courtyard he took me to that had sunlight and plants. But, it wasn't real sunlight and most of these plants were like
nothing I had ever seen before. Juárez explained to me that it was a tranquility room to help the workers cope with being away from home. But that
was all he would tell me about it. Needless to say, this was confusing as hell. I think he was lying and this was some sort of experimental
greenhouse. Whatever they're growing, it can't be good.
Mostly it was just corridors with doors to other rooms and common areas. All of the people around me seemed to be as emotionless as the ones I met
when I was first captured. But they had families living here. And the technology! Juárez showed me things that I never knew existed in this world.
Things that I don't even know how to explain. It was like something out of Star Trek or some weird science fiction world. Steel Coat must have some
serious financial backing and the best scientists in the world. I need to rest and think about what I've seen today.
Date: March 12, Location: Tarkillius Mother Ship, Time: 1200HRS Earth Time
This will be my last entry in this journal. The last four days have been...I don't know how to explain it. Enlightening? A dream? A psychotic episode
of fantasy? Possibly I have died and this is the afterlife. No, this is reality. This is really happening. Where do I start.
Cayetano Juárez is not even human. Neither is Dmitriy Maksimov. THEY. ARE. ALIENS. Yeah, you read that right. Both of them are aliens of different
species. Juárez is a Tarkillian. Their true form is pretty cool. Apparently, I was under some sort of technology that masked their true appearance
and translated their language to English. That's some pretty wicked cool stuff if you ask me. The Tarkillians don't look anything like the big-head,
buggy-eyed aliens you or I have known. They do look humanoid, but they have a scaly skin colored with different shades of red. In place of hair, they
have tentacles. The tentacles actually serve a purpose. From what Juárez, actually his real name is Hwodria or something like that, told me is that
the size and style of tentacles symbolize a lot of things. The style symbolizes occupational specialty. The size symbolizes age and experience. Wow,
there is just so much more about this race that I want to convey here, but there's not a lot of time.
Juárez told me that Maksimov is a general of a galactic empire race known as the Soriswenians. From the images he has shown me, they look very
reptilian. He explained that the ship I am currently on is one of the flagships of a coalition force to stop the Soriswenian Empire for destroying
anymore worlds. Apparently, the flotilla is comprised of several thousand ships from other space-faring races that have had their home worlds
conquered by the empire. These ships also house the races of many other worlds that were not exactly advanced to the point of space travel. This
coalition army has been fighting with the empire on Earth for many, many years attempting to delay the inevitable push to take over our planet.
Juárez has placed his trust in me that I could become some sort of inter-galactic soldier to help them in their cause.
Juárez was posing as an agent taking on specific missions to take out Soriswenian officers who were making the preparations for the invasion of
Earth. He wasn't the only one. Unfortunately, as you may know by now, it was too little, too late. Earth is now in the middle of the empire's
invasion. Cities have fallen but Humanity continues to fight on.
I'm writing this last entry in hopes that someone finds this and knows the true story of what is about to happen. The coalition army is preparing a
full scale attack on the empire to save our world. I'm placing this book inside one of many supply pods being dropped to Earth in hopes of supplying
Humanity with the means to hold off the invaders until the coalition strike is ready.
Hold out, friend. Help is on the way. And when we win this thing, we shall all share a drink with our new found allies. We will rebuild our world and
make it a better, peaceful planet.
Victory is on the horizon.
Galactic Coalition Soldier Wayne Radcliff, Earth Division
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