10 JUNE 79 AU. 0805 HOURS.
DESIGNATION: 00007125-ALEPH.
UNIT: ASURA-00 PNEUMA

It seems that I am not alone. ADJ Belkovo has begun to change, as well. The venom that coursed through her body is now transforming her, making her pale and strange, altering her eyes into compound webs of pupils, growing her teeth into fangs, covering her limbs in chitin. She cried the entire night. The entire night. I tried to console her, but I think she was too shellshocked to register it. Maybe tomorrow she will be more receptive. I would hope so, anyway.

ADJ Kemboto is not well. His body is in poor shape, but remains untransformed. It appears that his AVS increased during the battle, perhaps in reaction to his desire to save Belkovo from being eaten alive. While this is good news for his piloting ability, it appears to be quite bad for his health. He is synchronized enough to his unit’s Self that the wound partially transferred to his own body, necrotizing some of his innards and badly bruising his thorax. They conducted surgery on him to rid him of the bad tissue and brought him back at some point. He was able to fall asleep through Belkovo’s whimpering by sheer exhaustion alone.

I cannot allow this to stand. I cannot allow PROVIDENCE to knowingly send us toward our own deaths for obscure reasons. I cannot play into their hands. No — not anymore. I am standing my ground. And I am finding out what they are hiding.

> Majko Kruzeto, signing off.