SWORD-4: Personal Notes

Gyarik

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DESIGNATION
SWORD-4

DATE OF WRITING
10/07/2023

SIGNATURE

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BEGIN LOG...


It has been three weeks since I was converted.

Every time an officer approaches me, they ask the same question, to which I give the same answer.



"<:: SWORD-4, how do you feel about yourself now? ::>"

"<:: I feel good. It's like my body has been refreshed and my mind cleared. ::>"



I keep telling myself this inside my head as well.

Is it actually like that?

My memories mostly resurfaced... I can safely say I do not have any attachment to them, yet...



JURY-3

My previous designation. I feel nothing about it, yet it sticks in my mind as if I need to remember it.

Am I worried about the legacy I left behind with the tagline? Was there even a legacy to begin with?



JURY-2, JURY-7, UNION-7, VICE-8, HERO-8, QUICK-9

I also remember the friends I used to have in the garrison. I wonder what they think about me.

It doesn't matter anyway. I have my brothers now, like SWORD-1, Two and SPEAR-0. We are inseparable.

Overwatch made us inseparable.

What if one of my brothers falls? It has not occurred to me. I don't know what I would do.



"<:: Requesting medical assistance. ::>"

It appears my medical training was left intact as well. Good.

However I do not feel the need to aid officers anymore, unless I have nothing better to do.

I find myself checking the medical stock often. I like doing it. Everything must be up to standards.

The medbay emanates... familiarity. I am proud of the work I put in there. Many lives saved.



'KINGPIN'

I do not know why, but I feel compelled to stay away from the EX-DEV asset.

It's probably nothing. I don't have to interact with it. Out of sight, out of mind.

It shows up in my dreams, still. It just... stands there, staring at me. It talks to me.

It tries to convince me to get closer with a calming voice. I refuse. I find myself out of stasis.

A memory replacement is all I need...



'AGORA'

Pleasantly quiet town. The locals are the only ones who won't stab us in the back. Unlike the insurgents.

The insurgents claim they own the place. They only want the factory, really. Savages.

We kick them out when they cause trouble. Make them respect the town neutrality. They keep swarming back.

Not a problem. We're always ready for them.



"<:: SWORD-4, move to Deployment for assignment. ::>"

Time to get ready. I will probably write more in the future.

I cannot fully explain why I started writing down this. I simply had an itch.

SWORD-4 out.




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Gyarik

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DATE OF WRITING
07/08/2023

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BEGIN LOG...



New deployment. Stuck below what used to be City 45.

Now it's a brewing ground for criminals and the so-called 'Free State'. No matter the name, each and everyone of them is a savage.

While we wait for a civil war to spark between those 'tribes', we observe everything.

The Infestation Zone is perfect as a hiding spot. Yet we have to deal with it at the same time.

Necrotics and xenian creatures. Barely a problem. I
enjoy using them as target practice.

In this confined space I feel... Empty. Everyone I know is here, but I am
missing something. I do not know what.

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(courtesy of @Eviction Notice)

I only wish I could put my finger on why I become lost in thought so frequently. It doesn't happen during assignments.

I always help. I always
want to help.


'SAMPLE 17'

It is said this 'entity' is the source of the local infestation. We have been tasked with sample retrieval for the time being.

One of these crystals tried to
eat me and SPEAR-0. It controlled the walls, the ceiling... everything.

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It was grabbing me from the leg. I had a moment of panic. The first ever post-conversion.

Weren't we meant to be
fearless? Or is there something wrong with only me?

Maybe I was worried about SPEAR-0. I swear he almost got electrocuted to death.

I'm...
glad he's fine now. Who knows how I could have reacted if that wasn't the case.

Regardless, the operation was a success. Sample retrieved with no casualties.

It felt good.

And then, I faced the entity again.



"<:: You are to probe the IZ for any suspects viable to be infected. ::>"


This time it was just me and a few Civil Protection auxiliaries. It was going well, too.

An infected suspect was found, as I expected...
I COULD HAVE KILLED IT, THERE AND THEN.

IT BROKE MY F̵̮͎͍̖̜̾̓̈́̇Ü̵͙̟͇C̶͎̟͍̞͂͆͊͊̅K̴̥̼̋̎́̉͜I̴͓͐N̴̰̪̫͚̽̏̽G̴̱̾͛̓ VISOR. I COULD NOT SEE ANYTHING.

ONLY A VISION OF THAT POSSESSED CORPSE.


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NO XENIAN ENTITY CAN CRUSH ME. EVER. UNACCEPTABLE.

OVERWATCH ALWAYS DEPLOYS THE BEST OF THE BEST.

I GRABBED THE CRYSTAL. VICTORY WAS MINE. F̵̟͔̜̄̇͝Ŭ̵͕͎̲̌͋Ç̶̢͚͍̏́̏̆ͅK̷̡̥͗̀͂̕ ̵̛̮͓̟͆͝Ÿ̸͍̯̅̾̈́͜Ȍ̸̼̩̬̠̿̓̆U̴̪̲̯̯̳̎.

...



I was saved by the officers and SWORD-2. No signs of permanent damage.

Stasis pod fixed me, and I have new visors. Still adjusting to them. Annoying.

It wasn't all for nothing. Sample retrieved once again. The Ordinal was pleased.


"<:: Mission performance of this detachment is above average. I will inform your command units. Continue the good work. ::>"

We haven't let him down. And it will stay like that.

Success is everything for me, after all...


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