NRI Security File: 684129573.7352.01: The Guargantua CLASSIFIED - MOST SECRET - UNAUTHORIZED RECEIPT OR REVIEW IS A CLASS ONE OFFENSE WITH A TWENTY-FIVE YEAR INCARCERATION PENALTY AND A 500,000 CREDIT FINE. The following log records were recently decrypted from the Imperial Database on Coruscant. It seems to be the final logs of an Old Republic warship named the Guargantua. The file was highly degraded and had to be pieced together by hand. The exact date was unfortunately unretrievable, yet our technicians estimate it to be 1,600 years in age, a true historical find. Upon initially uncovering this record, I did not expect to be filing it as a possible threat. However, there is sufficient evidence within these logs proving the existence of an unknown, outside threat. There are too many unknown facts and disturbing comments concerning the Guargantua and its demise to pass it off as a catatrophic power failure as the Old Republic ruled it. Guargantua, Flagship, Republic Navy. C.O. - Commodore Adriene Terr. X.O. - Captain Gael Imflea. Abridged Starship Log: Day 1: While enroute to Corellia for routine maintenance, the ship suffered a catastrophic power failure leaving us dead in deep space. We are running on emergency backups, which is only estimated to sustain minimul life support for a few days. All long range communications and sensors are still offline. A long range shuttle was launched to obtain assistance, however, with its Class Five hyperdrive, it could be a few days before that help arrives. Repair crews are working nonstop in attempt to restore power. Day 2: The situation has grown even more dire. Reports of fire fights onboard have been coming in. Details are still sketchy at this point as some of the crew has begun to panic. There are several rumors circulating ranging from possible mutinies to alien boarders. If there is any truth to either of these rumors then perhaps the power failure wasn't an accident. I've order those personnel still under my direct command to high alert and have issued weapons to everyone and have sent scouting teams across the ship. Without main power, the turbolifts are offline. Walking through nearly six kilometers of starship is quite time consuming. Day 3: The reports of fire fights have been confirmed. There was a short exchange between a squad of troops under my command with what they described as "several shadowy figures." No word of help has arrived yet and I fear that we may never receive any. Day 4: To conserve remaining power, I was forced to reduce the onboard heaters, leaving the temperature only slightly above that of the freezing point of water. There have been no reports of fire fights today, at least in the forward quarter of the vessel. As for the back three quarters, we have had little to no contact with anyone back there in two days. Day 5: Strange noises plague my men. Sounds of echoing screams and moans, scratching and clawing. We are unable to pinpoint the source of these sounds even though they have continued non stop for the past ten hours. I grow increasingly worried and find my thoughts drifting to my family, who I fear I shall never see again. Day 6: What appears to be human blood began dripping out of the air circulation vents this morning just after the mysterious sounds subsided. I ordered the extra provisions and weapons brought to the command deck and makeshift fortifications installed. The situation is getting worse and I find myself at a loss to even rationally explain it. A scout team which I ordered out to inspect the midship this morning never returned. I find myself believing that we have fallen under a prolonged siege of an unknown origin, but I am still unable to grasp the logic of it all. Day 7: The end is approaching. At approximately 13:28 hours this afternoon, the previously mentioned "shadowy figures" attempted to take the bridge. The majority of my men were killed or wounded in the attack and we cannot confirm even hitting one of them. I am unable to shake their disturbing image from my mind, their lifeless dull eyes and dark form... I know that they will return, and I also know that we will not be able to repel them. I am going to gather all of the able bodied men I can find and attempt to make our way to engineering where I will personally arm the main scuttling charges. We cannot allow a vessel of this magnitude to fall into the wrong hands. This has been Commodore Adriene Terr, commanding officer of the flagship Guargantua, signing off. END REPORT -Report reconstructed and refiled by Lt. Geoff Anteri, NRI Special Threats division. |
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