Bitter Reconnaissance.

Journal Entry: Scopic 8.74

That's what I get for opening my big mouth. Apparently Captain Brooks was less than impressed when he overheard my comments comparing his leadership abilities to those of an ape. And now here I am, leading a recon on this ice chunk known as Meren-11B. I get the feeling that in this case, "recon" is code for "your ass is busted" and Brooks is back at HQ feeling pretty proud of himself.

Dr. Harris has been keeping a close eye on all the equipment readings…the last thing we need is any kind of breakdown out here. I've heard that without heatgear, a human would freeze to death in about 30 seconds.

So now we're making our way through this frozen hell, gathering data on a supposedly indigenous animal species, although how anything could survive in this hostile environment is beyond me. We know very little about the creature we're looking for, other than it being large and rather unpleasant. Lucky me.