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=     Security Report : Stormsong Station Crew Deralection.       =
=                To   : Coalition Astrological Affairs            =
=                       Security Division                         =
=                From : Stormsong Security Adjunct Commander      =
=                       [IDENT VERIFICATION]                      =
=                       [IDENT VERIFIED]                          =
=    Nature of Report : Requests for Information and Aid          =
=            Priority : Urgant                                    =
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Most Relevant Information: 
Station Stormsong normal inhabitation compromised. No authorized
persons found on board station. Contact with station AI has failed.
Only asistance currently to hand is a traveling monk of one of the
clockwork faiths. Auto-Creech units for decanting more of my kind
were shut off while I was in stasis and as of transmission are in
a self-diagnostics test that, as I understand, cannot be safely 
halted without potential damage. First relief units will start to
be decanted in [Fifteen Earth-Standard Days] and those units will
be field viable in [One Earth-Standard Solar Year.] 

Automated security has so far only given passive resistance to
further exploration. At my urging, Malak has not yet attempted to
breech any of the still locked doors.

Degenerate Humanoids: Ferals - Irregular Antagonists 01
While there are indavidual idiosyncracies and variance in dress as
well as how they interact with the surroundings? By and large?
These Ferals display several common traits that leave me wanting
to lump them in a collective basket.

* Communicate at best in grunts, snarls, clicks, and whistles.
Note: Malak's run recordings of these noises through his ship's
linguistic's systems and this isn't language. However it may be a
precursor, or more likely more on the order of what animals such
as dogs, or even apes from Old Earth were capible of.

* All known examples have a thick leatheyr hide, and seem to lack
any sort of hair. Their eyes have the same structures as unaugmented
human eyes, but the pigmentation is such that there is an almost
uniform milky color. If they were once unaugmented humans that got 
mutated by an airborn pathogen it does a damned good job of taking
away any sort of identifying features. I'm sure a detailed scan of
musculature and bone structure could give more clues, but my 
medical training begins and ends at first aid, and hoping an auto-
doc can patch someone up.

* They have exceedingly keepn hearing and smell. Vision both seems
to have a greater degree of motion tracking, but loses out on fine
detail. Testing their accuity is a bit tricky, but they seem less
sight dependant, or it could just be they lack the ability to do 
more than grapple, bite, hit, etc so don't pay much mindto anything
that isn't close to hand.

* I have not seen any young or any hints at a life cycle. This to
me suggests nothing as there is a lot of station to explore and
their young wouldl ikely be kept in the groves. 

* Interesting that they wear station issued jumpsuits. Assuming
they are not the original crew degenerated, that would mean they 
both recognize the value in clothes, and can dress themselves, 
suggesting a level of intellect on par with the prototype series
of augments that lead to my generation [Epsilon] of genmods.

* If they are of the original station crew? It is within my 
perview to terminate them as several contain implants that allow
interfacing with sensetive systems and could unintentionally 
lead to any number of disaster scenerios ranging from the reactor
going critical, to de-orbiting the station, or even weapons fire
in indescriminate directions causing navigation hazards to any 
ships passing through.


Clockwork Monk: Malak Falco - Monk - Irregular Asset 01
Either he is branded a heretic, or comes from one of the more 
leniant sects. Malak treats me as a peer rather than property or
as equipment. Though on reflection given how he has treated and
talked to the non-sapiant machinery he has interfaced with either 
to service or gather information from I suppose he could still 
think of me as such. I have yet to see him interact unambigously
with someone whom would be considered peer or superrior. He has
been relatively easy to work with and has taken my considerations
into account while exploring.

Plan of action:
Until proper reenforcements are either contacted, or grown, I am
the only non-digital being on this station with clearance and 
credentials. As such, I am prioritizing exploration and finding
out what has happened first on station, and then the wider 
system.

Near Term - Secure Stormsong station and gather materials needed 
for growth of proper expeditionary force to make planet-fall and
see why we have not been contacted. Estimate this will take at
a minamum and most generious, a year and a half earth-standard.
In addition to biological units, ships and arms must be built,
which will take resource harvesting. 

Long Term - If system population turns outto be nothing but 
Ferals, my job is to repopulate the system both to preserve 
existing knowledge and technology in-system, and if all
prior inhabitants are Ferals, this gives the substrain of 
humanity I belong to a chance to have a solar-system of our own
for however long we can hold onto it. 

If vaults of normal humanity my substrain was created to serve
still exist, I am obligated to seek them out. My mind is split
on this mandate, but what I want, doesn't matter in the face of 
the potential for survivors.

In Closing:
Any thought of plans must wait for securing Stormsong, and
continuing to remain on reasonable terms with the Monk, as
his technical knowledge, for the time being, is needed.